Will Mallory be able to resist?

June 20, 2010 at 7:49 pm (Uncategorized)

Hi Everyone,

I spent a wonderful weekend with the hubbie celebrating our 5th wedding anniversary.  Hard to believe it has already been 5 years.

I’m also getting ready for the release of Shadows of Ecstasy from Whiskey Creek Press Torrid on July 1st!  I hope you check it out 🙂

Now, back to Choices:

Chapter 23

She wasn’t sure how she was going to make it through the rest of the night.   While the signing was definitely turning out to be a financial success, it had also turned out to be an emotional nightmare.  The scene she had participated in with Darcy had generated enough interest to keep the gossip hounds in business for the next ten years.  It was a public outing of her frustrations that she didn’t need or want.  As if that wasn’t bad enough, she had to watch Jackson flirt with countless women who practically threw themselves at his feet. 

Several times throughout the night she found herself on the verge of creating an even bigger display than she created with Darcy.  The whole thing was way too unsettling.  Still, she couldn’t let things blow up in her face like they had before.  The less anyone knew about her troubled past with Jackson the better off she would be.  With Darcy, the gossips would write off her bad behavior as retaliation over losing Derrick. 

They would never realize that it had anything to do with Jackson.

And it was best if she kept it that way. 

Glancing at the clock, she released a tired sigh.  One more hour and the damned thing would end.  She watched as a redhead slowly ambled up to his table, sliding her books over to him with a sly grin. 

The long night, it appeared, was about to get longer.

“Who should I make these out to?” he asked, repeating the words he had used as a mantra for the past two hours. 

“Make it out to Andrea…Andrea Mitchell.  I’ve been a fan of yours for years,” she purred.

The noise level still hadn’t eased making it hard for her to hear.  Moving closer, she pretended to stack books on the bookshelf to his right.  He caught and held her gaze for a moment, before returning his attention to the woman standing in front of him.

He offered her an easy smile.  “That’s great.  I’m always glad when I can please a reader,” he replied, his hand scrawling black ink on the first page.

She leaned closer, her lashes fluttering.  “I’ll bet you know other ways to please me,” she taunted suggestively.

His head rose, his brows quirking up.  “Excuse me,” he managed. 

She pulled her lower lip beneath her teeth.  “Tell me, Mr. Hart.  Are you single?”

Mallory’s eyes narrowed at the woman’s blatant proposition. 

What was it about this man that inspired such disregard for the normal rules of etiquette? 

What was it that made every woman lose all of her inhibitions just to be with him? 

She knew his power was potent.  She had lost many battles herself, but she was also just as determined that this girl would not get any more from him than a simple signature. 

Taking a deep breath, he slid the book back to her.  “Yes, I am,” he admitted.

Her tongue ran over her lips.  “Mmmm…Girlfriend?” she prodded.

Turning slightly in his chair, his gaze met Mallory’s for a brief moment, before he looked away.  “No.  No girlfriend.”

Spinning on her heel, she walked over to the cash register to ring up several customers.  Tears burned the backs of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall.  She wasn’t sure why his answer bothered her so much.  After all, he hadn’t lied. 

They weren’t together.  It was impossible. 

So, why did her heart feel like it had been pried out of her chest and thrown on the floor?

Finally, the event came to an end. 

Locking the front door, she watched Jackson stretch his legs. 

“Well, I would say that the event was definitely a success, from what I saw anyway,” he observed.

“You would be right.  I can’t believe how many people actually showed up.”

Amusement lit his eyes.  “Hard to believe they all showed up for a no account like me, huh?” he teased.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” 

He shifted his weight back and forth to stretch.  “No, I know what you mean.  It still surprises me that people show up and actually want to meet me.” 

She came around the counter to stand in front of him.  “It shouldn’t.  You’re a literary genius,” she cajoled.

Chuckling, his head fell back for a moment.  “Right,” he laughed, shaking his head.  “I’m not sure if you could even call what I write literary.  The critics sure don’t.”

Tilting her head to the side, her lips pursed in distaste.  “Since when did you ever care what they think?  Right?”

His gaze turned thoughtful.  “No, I never did,” he replied solemnly.

She knew what he was thinking without him saying it. 

She did. 

He was thinking that she cared what everyone else thought. 

It was the reason they ended their relationship. 

But he didn’t know the truth. 

If he did… 

“Well, everyone who came tonight was definitely charmed.  You were wonderful,” she explained, trying to change the subject.

He closed the distance between them.  “Half of the women that showed up tonight wouldn’t even look at me in school, and if they did it sure wouldn’t have been to learn about who I am.  It’s ironic, don’t you think?”

His nearness was making her dizzy.  Her senses reeled from the heat of his body.  “Maybe they realized that they made a mistake,” she suggested, her voice coming out as a breathy moan.

Leaning in, his hands gripped the counter behind her, his face so close she could feel his breath on her lips.  “Did you?” he asked, his eyes piercing her.

Her lips parted.  “What do you mean?”

One hand came up to caress her cheek, his gaze hooded.  “Did you realize that you made a mistake?” he repeated, his voice husky.

The look in his eyes demanded a truth she could not confess.  “I…” she trailed off. 

Before she could finish, his mouth covered hers.  His tongue slid past the ineffective barrier of her lips, tasting her, demanding that she submit to him. 

And she did. 

Her tongue met his, tentatively at first, then with less resistance.  Circling his neck, her fingers delved through his silky hair.  When his hands gripped her hips, pulling her against his erection, she was lost. 

She told herself to stop him, but she couldn’t. 

She didn’t want to. 

The desire to feel his hands on her body, his mouth against hers was too intense.  Feeling his body against hers, she wanted more.  Her body pressed against his silently begging him to give her what she wanted. 

He growled, a low hungry sound, as he pressed her back against the counter.  She clung to him, unable to stop the desire coursing through her veins.  He devoured her mouth, refusing to allow her any quarter.  His hands moved to clutch her buttocks.  Moving her against him, his erection was cradled against the one place that needed him, the place that demanded him. 

A leaf flew against the window, ruffled from the breeze outside.  His head turned at the sound, breaking the delicious spell he had cast over her.  Her eyelids fluttered as she struggled through the sensual haze to return to reality.  When he turned back to face her, she could see the remnants of desire mirrored in his gaze. 

Suddenly aware of their precarious position, she eased away from his grip. 

What the hell was she doing? 

She was about to have sex with Jackson Hart right there in the front window of her shop, where everybody could see. 

Was she insane? 

Crossing the room, she grabbed the folding table, and began to dismantle it.    As she pulled the legs down, she desperately tried to regain some of the sense she had obviously discarded.

Jackson watched her fold the legs of the table, her hands shaking. 

She wanted him. 

There had been no doubt about that. 

So, why was she fighting it? 

He crossed the room to still her hands.  The look on her face was one of defeat.  He should’ve let her go, should’ve let her retreat into herself, but he couldn’t. 

Not now. 

Things had gone too far. 

As much as he wanted to deny it, it was fifteen years ago and he was sharing an elicit kiss with the one girl he could never have.  When he had her the other night, alcohol had blurred the moment. 

But this time, things would be clear. 

His eyebrows drew together in a frown, as he fought for control.  Turning her hand over in his palm, she raised it to his lips to place a tender kiss in it.  Then, he turned gently guiding her to the back room.  To his surprise, she didn’t offer any resistance.  Once inside the back office, he pulled her against him his mouth claiming hers.

His tongue played with her, teasing her into submission.  Backing her against the desk, his hands came around to caress her buttocks before hoisting her up on the edge of it.  Her fingers clawed through his hair, holding his mouth prisoner against hers.  Pulling her against his bulging erection, he used his hands to wrap her legs around his hips. 

God, he needed to get inside her…soon.

Breaking the contact of their mouths, he reached for the edge of her sweater, pulling it over her head.  His hands came up to mold her breasts together through the lace bra she wore.  Taut, pink nipples peaked through begging for his attention.  She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and he guessed she would always hold the title.  He had been with many women, even a few supermodels, but none of them got him as hot as Mallory did. 

His tongue teased her nipple through the lace, nipping at it gently.  Her moan let him know that she wanted more.  He wanted it too.  He wanted to spread her out on this desk naked.  And he had every intention of doing just that.  One hand reached around her back.  A flick of his wrist released the clasp on her bra, making her breath rush out in a sigh.  The bra loosened around her straining breasts.  Raising the cup, he took one perfect bud in his mouth.

Swirling his tongue around it, he felt her chest expand.  She held his head against her as he was a lifeline.  When his mouth returned to hers, his hands slid into her jeans, past her underwear to caress the smooth skin of her buttocks.  His fingers dug in holding her still as he moved against her.

“What do you want, baby?” he asked, his mouth drifting over the line of her chin.   Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, her jaw clenched.  

“Open your eyes,” he commanded.  “Look at me.”

She obeyed him, a dazed look on her delicate features. 

“What do you want?”

“I…” she moaned softly.

“You what, baby?  You want me inside of you?”

His tongue snaked out to tease the sensitive skin of her earlobe, pulling it into his mouth. 

He felt her shudder. 

“Mmmm,” she sighed, unable to respond articulately.

“I want it to.  I want to tear those jeans off, and get as deep inside you as I can,” he confessed.

She let out a breathy gasp at his words. 

“I’ll give it to you.  I promise I will.  I just want one thing,” he whispered in her ear.

She moved against him, unable to stop herself.  “What?” her breathy reply fluttered through the still interior of the room.

Pulling back, his eyes met hers as his hands held her head in place for his inquisitive stare. 

“I want the truth.”

Stay tuned for more of Choices!

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