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Authors: Rhyannon Byrd
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Chris.
Only an open heart can see its way clearly to love.
Love? Her heart pounded so hard she was almost afraid she was having a heart attack, but she refused to stop the crazy-sauce direction her thoughts were suddenly taking.
Okay, so Sean didn’t love her. How could he? He barely even knew her. But he wanted her, and she wanted him.
And something… something magical—as crazy as that sounded—was clearly trying to bring them together tonight. First that stupid fender-bender in the parking lot at Manolo’s with Matt, and now this , finding this small scrap of paper at the exact moment that he was walking away from her.
No! No…no…no, she couldn’t let that happen.
Driven by a painful sense of urgency, Natalie spun around so quickly she almost twisted her ankle in the killer sandals. “Wait!”
But he didn’t stop or turn around. Hell, he didn’t even slow down.
“Sean!” she shouted, nearly twisting her ankle again as she tried to catch up to him. “Please, wait!”
He stopped near the truck’s driver-side door, broad shoulders tensed as he kept his back to her. “What do you want, Natalie?”
He sounded tired, and like he really wanted to get the hell out of there.
And that question. What did she want? God, too many things to name—and nothing that could actually be hers, except…except for this . For a stolen night of pleasure that she instinctively knew would be unlike anything she’d ever known…or ever would. She just had to be willing to ask for it.
And after the way she’d treated him, no doubt grovel, at least a little.
The rain was coming down harder, and it was cold, but her skin was hot. She was burning from the inside out for this man. For this moment. This chance for something that might actually touch her in a way nothing else had touched her in…in forever. Because she’d never let it, her defenses so strongly in place no man had ever really stood a chance.
Whatever force had brought them together—kismet, luck, or the random roll of the universe’s dice—she wasn’t going to throw this opportunity away.
And just then, when she finally found the courage to stop acting like a coward, he shoved his hands in his pockets and turned around to face her.
Refusing to let herself look away from those dark, hooded blue eyes, she took a few more steps in his direction. “After…after all the shit you’ve put up with from me,” she murmured breathlessly, “are you really just going to walk away?”
“Sometimes it’s best to step back and reassess a situation before moving forward.”
Shaking her head, she said, “No. I don’t want you to do that.”
Slowly, as if he were being cautious with his words, he said, “You don’t want me to do what?”
“Step back. Reassess. I…I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
His expression didn’t change, but there was something in his gaze that made it impossible to look away. “So any man would do, and I just happen to be the convenient, nearby dick?”
“No,” she whispered, her lips trembling as she shook her head again. “Not any man. Just you.”
She could see, so clearly, that part of him that wanted to make her pay, just a bit, for being such a bitch to him. But the part that wanted this, wanted her , shoved it to the side.
He came toward her, his expression hard and raw and determined, hunger carved into every magnificent, masculine part of him. The line of his jaw. The breadth of his shoulders. The hot, scorching burn of those sky-colored eyes as his gaze moved over every part of her rain-spattered throat and face, before lifting slowly back to hers.
“Invite me in, Natalie.” She knew he was talking about more than her apartment. Probably even more than her body, and it scared the hell out of her.
“Sean,” she breathed shakily, wanting so badly to find the courage to see this through.
His next step brought him so close she had to tilt her head back to keep looking him in the eye. “Invite me in,
Only an open heart can see its way clearly to love.
Love? Her heart pounded so hard she was almost afraid she was having a heart attack, but she refused to stop the crazy-sauce direction her thoughts were suddenly taking.
Okay, so Sean didn’t love her. How could he? He barely even knew her. But he wanted her, and she wanted him.
And something… something magical—as crazy as that sounded—was clearly trying to bring them together tonight. First that stupid fender-bender in the parking lot at Manolo’s with Matt, and now this , finding this small scrap of paper at the exact moment that he was walking away from her.
No! No…no…no, she couldn’t let that happen.
Driven by a painful sense of urgency, Natalie spun around so quickly she almost twisted her ankle in the killer sandals. “Wait!”
But he didn’t stop or turn around. Hell, he didn’t even slow down.
“Sean!” she shouted, nearly twisting her ankle again as she tried to catch up to him. “Please, wait!”
He stopped near the truck’s driver-side door, broad shoulders tensed as he kept his back to her. “What do you want, Natalie?”
He sounded tired, and like he really wanted to get the hell out of there.
And that question. What did she want? God, too many things to name—and nothing that could actually be hers, except…except for this . For a stolen night of pleasure that she instinctively knew would be unlike anything she’d ever known…or ever would. She just had to be willing to ask for it.
And after the way she’d treated him, no doubt grovel, at least a little.
The rain was coming down harder, and it was cold, but her skin was hot. She was burning from the inside out for this man. For this moment. This chance for something that might actually touch her in a way nothing else had touched her in…in forever. Because she’d never let it, her defenses so strongly in place no man had ever really stood a chance.
Whatever force had brought them together—kismet, luck, or the random roll of the universe’s dice—she wasn’t going to throw this opportunity away.
And just then, when she finally found the courage to stop acting like a coward, he shoved his hands in his pockets and turned around to face her.
Refusing to let herself look away from those dark, hooded blue eyes, she took a few more steps in his direction. “After…after all the shit you’ve put up with from me,” she murmured breathlessly, “are you really just going to walk away?”
“Sometimes it’s best to step back and reassess a situation before moving forward.”
Shaking her head, she said, “No. I don’t want you to do that.”
Slowly, as if he were being cautious with his words, he said, “You don’t want me to do what?”
“Step back. Reassess. I…I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
His expression didn’t change, but there was something in his gaze that made it impossible to look away. “So any man would do, and I just happen to be the convenient, nearby dick?”
“No,” she whispered, her lips trembling as she shook her head again. “Not any man. Just you.”
She could see, so clearly, that part of him that wanted to make her pay, just a bit, for being such a bitch to him. But the part that wanted this, wanted her , shoved it to the side.
He came toward her, his expression hard and raw and determined, hunger carved into every magnificent, masculine part of him. The line of his jaw. The breadth of his shoulders. The hot, scorching burn of those sky-colored eyes as his gaze moved over every part of her rain-spattered throat and face, before lifting slowly back to hers.
“Invite me in, Natalie.” She knew he was talking about more than her apartment. Probably even more than her body, and it scared the hell out of her.
“Sean,” she breathed shakily, wanting so badly to find the courage to see this through.
His next step brought him so close she had to tilt her head back to keep looking him in the eye. “Invite me in,
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