“I want to kiss her so badly…”
Today our spotlight is shining on one of our favorite Babes, Dylan Allen and her newest release – The Daredevil: a Rivers Wilde, 1001 Dark Nights Novella! Check out the excerpt below…
She walks into the bathroom and shuts the door behind her. A second later the shower comes on. I follow her in. She’s slipped out of her dress, and she’s standing in front of the gold leaf lined sinks, gloriously naked and visibly tense.
Her bowed head comes up when I walk in, and our eyes meet in the mirror.
“Why are we fighting?”
She closes her eyes and leans back so her head rests on my shoulder. “I don’t know, but I’m tired of it. I want to feel good, Tyson.”
“Then let me do that.”
She wraps her fingers around my wrist and lifts my hand to her breast.
“Yes, I can tell you love this as much as I do.” I cup the voluptuous soft flesh and groan at the way it fills and overflows in my hand. I roll her stiff nipple with my fingers until she moans.
“Yes, Tyson. Your touch sets my body on fire,” she whispers.
I expel a breath and press my face into her neck and breathe in the essence of her—sweat and sweetness mixed and heady in my nose. My lips glide against the base of her throat, and her pulse dances against them. “Because your whole body was made for me to pleasure.”
She turns around in my arms and searches my face, and then cups it. She lifts onto her toes and presses a soft kiss to my mouth. But when I try to deepen the kiss, she breaks it and pulls away. She steps out of my embrace and crosses her arms over her naked chest.
“What are you doing?”
“You may set my body on fire. But Tyson, it doesn’t matter when you leave my heart out in the cold.”
I don’t think anything has ever made me feel so ashamed of myself as what she just said.
I laugh in the face of danger, but the distance in her words, the lack of emotion in her face, is fucking terrifying. I want to throw myself at her feet and beg her forgiveness. Which is ridiculous. I need to get my head back in the game. I fucked up and let her distract me and now I may have messed up this chance.
She steps into the shower without another word or backwards glance.
I stand there unsure what to do for a full minute before I stalk out and slam the door behind me.
This is why I don’t do relationships. This is the least productive day I’ve had since I moved here.
I can’t stay in this room. And I’m sure she’s hoping I’ll be gone when she gets back.
I go down to the bar for a drink. When the bartender brings my whiskey, I ask him to wait a second, knock it back in one gulp, and order a double. This is a bad idea. I’m not a heavy drinker, and I know I’ll pay for it later. But I need something to numb the ache in my head and chest.
“I dare you to let me watch…”
It was the wickedest of propositions, made by the most devilish of men.
It doesn’t matter that Tyson Wilde has got a killer smile, wears a suit like it’s his job,
and oozes spine-tingling sex appeal. I should say no.
Because beneath the surface of that cool, disinterested exterior,
lies passion hot enough to burn. I danced too close to it once and have the scars to prove it.
So, on any other night, in any other city, and if he’d been even a fraction less mouthwatering,
I would have been able to resist.
But it’s my birthday, we’re in Paris, and it’s him.
I can’t say no.
I don’t want to say no.
And this time, no matter how right we feel together, I won’t let myself forget that when this weekend is over, we will be, too.
We’re only pretending to be lovers to land a deal.
Success will mean a promotion—one I want more than anything.
At least, that’s what I thought.
Falling in love was a danger neither Tyson or I saw coming.
And it will cost one of us everything.
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