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Authors: Rosalie Lario
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wrestler. “You think I’m like your ex-fiancé.”
Her laugh was bitter. “I know you are. Worse. You’re way sexier than he ever was.”
Cresso sucked in his breath at the overwhelming sensations her admission caused. He turned to face her head-on. When her eyes grew wary and she tried to step backward, he placed his hand on the doorjamb to block her retreat. He couldn’t believe this. “You want me?”
Genevieve backed into his forearm and stiffened. “I also want ice cream, even though I know it makes my thighs fat.”
He leaned toward her, brushing his lips against the inner shell of her ear. The simple contact made his knees go weak and his body inflame with lust. She smelled so fucking good.
“Is that why you treat me like shit? Because you think I’m bad for you?”
Her hand crept up his chest and she pushed him away. A brief flare of anger sparked in her beautiful green eyes, and she pointedly turned back to the scene in the room. “At least he tried to hide his true colors. He pretended to be a devoted lover. With you, I know exactly what I’d get, and it’s not anything I could ever settle for.”
“No.” Cresso brought his hand to her chin and forced her to look at him. “It’s not true. You don’t know anything about me. Your ex, he was clearly an asshole. He should have known what an amazing woman he had. If it were me, I would be faithful to you. More than that, I would treasure you.”
She made a soft sound, a cross between a laugh and a sigh. Slowly, her fingers closed around his hand and tugged it to her side. With her free hand, she traced the curves of his face, down to the small indentation at his chin. “You’re telling me you would give up every other woman for me?”
Her touch and her words made his heart flutter inside his chest like a butterfly on steroids. Maybe she was starting to believe him, to see him as something other than a carbon copy of her ex. “Yes.”
A sad smile twisted her lips. “Now I know I’m dreaming.”
Genevieve’s words startled him into taking a step back. “No. I swear I wou—”
Just like that, Cresso snapped out of sleep. He blinked until his darkened room came into focus, then sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Damn it. Shit. ”
He couldn’t believe that had happened. He’d dreamscaped with Genevieve. Not just that, but now he knew her treatment of him masked a far deeper issue than simple dislike of him. In fact, she liked him far more than she cared to.
No bones about it, she’d been through a lot. He’d never had a serious relationship, but now that he’d fallen for Genevieve, he could only imagine how painful it would be to witness a loved one’s infidelity. In a way she was right to be cautious, but if she didn’t ever give anyone a chance, she’d end up alone. That would be a travesty.
Maybe if he could somehow convince her he’d be true to her—that he’d never stray—he might actually stand a chance.
Chapter Five
When the alarm clock beside Genevieve’s borrowed bed went off at 6:30 a.m., she rolled over and smacked it until it quieted. Even though she’d slept six hours, she didn’t feel rested at all.
Damn that sexy incubus. It’s all his fault.
She grumpily thumped at the feather pillow her head rested on. Even though she’d expected to have nightmares about her stalker, the majority of her dreams had been about Cresso instead. The first dream had been the strangest. Somehow he’d ended up smack-dab in the middle of her recurring nightmare about Jeffrey the Asshole Ex. Normally she would have passed it off as the natural result of being forced to spend a night here, with Cresso’s luxurious, spicy scent surrounding her. But the fact that he’d been trying to convince her of his fidelity was beyond strange.
As if she would ever buy that.
At least the remainder of her dreams had been of the old-fashioned down-and-dirty variety. Man, if Cresso could make love half as good in real life as he did in her
Her laugh was bitter. “I know you are. Worse. You’re way sexier than he ever was.”
Cresso sucked in his breath at the overwhelming sensations her admission caused. He turned to face her head-on. When her eyes grew wary and she tried to step backward, he placed his hand on the doorjamb to block her retreat. He couldn’t believe this. “You want me?”
Genevieve backed into his forearm and stiffened. “I also want ice cream, even though I know it makes my thighs fat.”
He leaned toward her, brushing his lips against the inner shell of her ear. The simple contact made his knees go weak and his body inflame with lust. She smelled so fucking good.
“Is that why you treat me like shit? Because you think I’m bad for you?”
Her hand crept up his chest and she pushed him away. A brief flare of anger sparked in her beautiful green eyes, and she pointedly turned back to the scene in the room. “At least he tried to hide his true colors. He pretended to be a devoted lover. With you, I know exactly what I’d get, and it’s not anything I could ever settle for.”
“No.” Cresso brought his hand to her chin and forced her to look at him. “It’s not true. You don’t know anything about me. Your ex, he was clearly an asshole. He should have known what an amazing woman he had. If it were me, I would be faithful to you. More than that, I would treasure you.”
She made a soft sound, a cross between a laugh and a sigh. Slowly, her fingers closed around his hand and tugged it to her side. With her free hand, she traced the curves of his face, down to the small indentation at his chin. “You’re telling me you would give up every other woman for me?”
Her touch and her words made his heart flutter inside his chest like a butterfly on steroids. Maybe she was starting to believe him, to see him as something other than a carbon copy of her ex. “Yes.”
A sad smile twisted her lips. “Now I know I’m dreaming.”
Genevieve’s words startled him into taking a step back. “No. I swear I wou—”
Just like that, Cresso snapped out of sleep. He blinked until his darkened room came into focus, then sat up and rubbed his eyes. “Damn it. Shit. ”
He couldn’t believe that had happened. He’d dreamscaped with Genevieve. Not just that, but now he knew her treatment of him masked a far deeper issue than simple dislike of him. In fact, she liked him far more than she cared to.
No bones about it, she’d been through a lot. He’d never had a serious relationship, but now that he’d fallen for Genevieve, he could only imagine how painful it would be to witness a loved one’s infidelity. In a way she was right to be cautious, but if she didn’t ever give anyone a chance, she’d end up alone. That would be a travesty.
Maybe if he could somehow convince her he’d be true to her—that he’d never stray—he might actually stand a chance.
Chapter Five
When the alarm clock beside Genevieve’s borrowed bed went off at 6:30 a.m., she rolled over and smacked it until it quieted. Even though she’d slept six hours, she didn’t feel rested at all.
Damn that sexy incubus. It’s all his fault.
She grumpily thumped at the feather pillow her head rested on. Even though she’d expected to have nightmares about her stalker, the majority of her dreams had been about Cresso instead. The first dream had been the strangest. Somehow he’d ended up smack-dab in the middle of her recurring nightmare about Jeffrey the Asshole Ex. Normally she would have passed it off as the natural result of being forced to spend a night here, with Cresso’s luxurious, spicy scent surrounding her. But the fact that he’d been trying to convince her of his fidelity was beyond strange.
As if she would ever buy that.
At least the remainder of her dreams had been of the old-fashioned down-and-dirty variety. Man, if Cresso could make love half as good in real life as he did in her
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