Tangled Ambition

dn't expec

polite, predictable. But when she stepped outside, a sleek black

ack door opene

han

neck, dark jeans, and a gaze that s

d, his voice sof

hen she slid in beside him, tens

door

ide, quiet and slow. Her hands were clasped tight in her lap

she asked, her vo

to talk,"

your

her. "No. A

ked. "Na

drink. Just conversation. I need to se

e car turned a sharp corner and entered a pri

built into the hillside like it had grown from the rock itself. Inside, warm lighting ca

nd out onto a terrace that overlooked the

asked, alre

dded.

ed against the railing beside

thought I'd finally settle

pped.

t the kind of man w

to face him

hers. "Because I rui

tation. It was

, wine forgotten. "You

her like she was the last good

d a strand of hair from his brow.

and closed the distance betwe

verent. Like he needed to memorize the taste o

g her face, her waist, then lower. The soft click of her heels on the wood floor

hani

pered, his lips ghosting a

di

eath her fingers-like temptation molded into flesh. When she touched him,

like petals

dn't

xplo

a symphony just for him. His touch was possessive, but never rough. Dominant, bu

he le

of the night, pressed against fine leather and

st getting u

eady insid