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"You're not gonna ask for my help? You're just gonna leave?" He wanted her to look him in the eye and tell him she was leaving, but she wouldn't.
"You've done more for me than I could ever ask. It's enough. I don't want to cost you anything else." He had her in his arms and up against the nearest wall before she took the next step. "What do you think you're doing?"
Her voice lacked any heat, any conviction to make EJ second guess his next move. So he went for it. He lifted her chin at the same time he dipped his head and captured her lips. Her mouth opened on a gasp, and his tongue slipped inside.
Holy... He groaned and lost himself in the slip and slide of her velvet tongue. She tasted like coffee and another drug he couldn't name--Sin? That's the word his brain stumbled upon. Ridley Cross was sin wrapped in a cream and amethyst package.
And he wanted more. He molded her against his body and deepened the kiss.
One second he had what he wanted in his arms, the next she was across the room, near the back door, inches away from escaping into the woods. Her chest rose and fell hard as if she'd run twenty-six miles instead of a few feet.
"Don't ever do that again." She panted and folded her arms under her small breasts, which drew attention to her firm nipples.
That wasn't what she said the last time. EJ stalked across the room. He moved slowly, giving her ample time to leave or stay. He stopped and took his time placing a hand on her hip and the other on her cheek. "Say it again. This time put your heart into it. Make me believe you don't want my mouth on your skin."
Ridley sucked in a sharp breath. "I can't sleep with you," she whispered all breathy and needy.
What he wanted to do to her didn't involve sleep.
Her damn curse. He got it, understood the limitations, and wouldn't cross the line. That didn't mean they couldn't flirt with that line, blur it a little. Only if she'd let him. It required a leap of faith and a truckload of trust. The question: Did she have it to give?
"All I want to do is kiss you. Touch you. See you."
Her cheeks pinkened to a lovely shade. "Why should I show you anything?" She side-eyed him, yet couldn't hide her interest.
Oh, he liked a challenge.
About the Author
Nobody's perfect, especially the characters Tmonique writes about in her Descendants of Ra and UnHallowed series. Flawed characters who reflect the emotional baggage we all carry interests her the most. She writes complicated stories for complicated people. Paranormal romances and fantasy novels are her favorite genre
Check out her Descendants of Ra series. Eternity, Everlasting, Evermore, Encore, and Forever, are the first five novels available now. Entwined, the sixth novel in the series will be coming soon. The first four novels in her UnHallowed series--Only The Fallen, Only One I Want and Only You, Only One I'll Have are available now. Also, a standalone UnHallowed novel, Only Tonight will be available soon.
Born in St. Thomas USVI, Tmonique Stephens grew up in The Bronx, New York one mile from Yankee Stadium. She loves SyFy, the History channels, and also Asian cuisine. But her heart and stomach longs for anything from the Caribbean. She'll read anything about fairies, demons, or angels. Her favorite authors are JR Ward, Gena Showalter, and Kresley Cole. She also enjoys Stephen King, Dean Koontz, and Preston & Child.
At any given time, you can find her on Facebook and live tweeting her favorite shows, The Walking Dead and Game of Thrones.
