The
second book in
the Heart of Stone series continues the sensual and emotional story of Tristan
and Nina that began in Crash Into Me...
Wealthier and more powerful than
most men his
age, Tristan Stone merely has to give voice to his desires and whatever he
wants is his. Money has given him the ability to say nothing and no one is
beyond his reach.
Except for Nina. Stripped of her memory after an accident, she doesn't remember the man who loves her. Now he must find a way to show her why she fell in love with him, but the past is always just a step behind, threatening to take her away forever.
Unsure of everything about the past four years, Nina believes that Tristan loves her. But will the secrets he holds tear them apart just when she needs him most?
Except for Nina. Stripped of her memory after an accident, she doesn't remember the man who loves her. Now he must find a way to show her why she fell in love with him, but the past is always just a step behind, threatening to take her away forever.
Unsure of everything about the past four years, Nina believes that Tristan loves her. But will the secrets he holds tear them apart just when she needs him most?
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I didn't want to hold back
anymore. I wanted her to be mine again, body and soul. Cradling the back of her
head, I drew her mouth toward mine and kissed her with all the desire I'd kept
bottled up for all those weeks. Her lips were soft against mine but as eager
and passionate as I slid my tongue into her mouth to find hers. When she sighed
into my mouth, I couldn't wait anymore. My hands clawed at the zipper down the
back of her dress, but it got stuck an inch from the top. Aching to be inside
her, I tore the two halves of the dress apart, ruining the zipper and the
dress.
"Tristan, my dress!" she cried as I pulled it from her body.
"I
don't care. I'll buy you ten dresses just like it," I
panted as I unhooked her bra and slid the first strap over her shoulder.
"Same thing with the bra. And if these panties don't come off easy, I'm
going to rip through them too."
Nina's fingers tore through my shirt buttons until it hung open, and I
quickly shrugged out of it. She was as desperate as I was to be out of those
damn clothes. In seconds, she had my belt off and my pants and boxer briefs off
my legs, and I had her pushed up against the wall. As I lifted her off the
ground to wrap her legs around my waist, I pressed my forehead to hers and
rasped, "I hope you weren't expecting something slow and gentle. I can
give you that, but tonight I don't want to wait. I need to be inside you,
Nina."
Moaning, she pulled me close, but just then I remembered her sore ribs.
Pulling back, I said, "I forgot about what the doctor said. Maybe we
should go easy this time."
She
dug her heels into my lower back and pulled my mouth to hers in a
deep kiss. Her voice husky, she groaned, "Please, Tristan. I'm not a china
doll. I'll tell you if something hurts."
I
gently slid just the head of my cock into her, still worried I might
hurt her if I didn't take it slow. My body was in agony wanting to bury myself
inside her, but I didn't want to risk bruising those already sore ribs. I could
give her gentle, even if every part of me wanted much more. Nina pushed her
palms against my chest and held me away from her. Worried I'd already screwed
this up, I opened my mouth to apologize but she touched her finger to my lips
to stop me.
"Don't make me wait. I don't want gentle now. I want you...all of
you." Her fingers pressed into the back of my neck as I plunged balls deep
into her wet and willing cunt. Nothing in the entire world ever felt better
than that moment when our bodies joined together as one again.
Her
body was hot and enveloped me, taking my body to places I thought
only existed in my imagination.
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K.M. Scott is a USA Today
bestselling author of
sexy contemporary fiction. When she's not writing, you can find her reading a
book, watching tv or movies, or cooking a new dish for family and friends.
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