Thrill Seeker (Sinful in Seattle)

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ch until she knew nothing but me?

“Erase it.”

Surely I’d heard wrong. She couldn’t know.

“Erase him. Touch me. Fuck me, Max.”

3

Georgia

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

What had I done?

My body had gone haywire. I couldn’t breathe around the need and the firing jumble of emotions that were trying to break out of my skin.

All I knew was that it ended with Max.

Max, whom I’d wanted for so long. Max, who’d charged into the parking garage like an avenging angel with his black suit and glowing white shirt stuck to his flawless body.

For me.

He’d come for me.

He gripped the back of my hair, holding my head still as he stared into me as if he intended to ferret out the secrets in my brain. There were no secrets. Just this. Just him touching me and reminding me that I was still alive.

That I was fine.

That I was wanted.

That fire inside him. Those moments I’d seen at the restaurant were nothing compared to the man who was in front of me. Nothing at all.

He lowered those last few precious inches until his mouth was on mine. Not sweet, not tender, not even close to the elegant man who sat in my restaurant night after night.

No.

This was raw. He sucked the length of my tongue into his mouth like he owned it. Owned me.

The kiss was as dark as the parking garage we were in. The shaft of light from the overhead fixture didn’t illuminate him.

It framed the darkness until he was a chiseled set of angles. His dark eyes were hooded and shadowed with a glimmer of something more. Something I didn’t want to identify, just wanted to experience.

He pulled at the strap of my halter top until they both loosened and my breasts were bared to him. That light in his eyes, more candle flame than anything else, seemed to dance as he took me in.

The devil?

Or everything I never knew I wanted?

My nipples tightened. They were too sensitive. I shied away from his touch. Everything seemed too big, too much. He’d come for me. He’d saved me.

Now I was afraid that perhaps the real threat was here and now. The other man simply wanted my wallet, my money.

This man? He wanted so much more.