Title: Unfolding Desires (Undone #3)
Author: Kristy Love
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 10, 2015
I’d been hurt. But then again, what girl hasn’t?I wouldn’t let myself fall again. I was smarter than that. Used them before they used me—live the way I wanted. No man was worth a broken heart. David seemed the perfect match for me. He scared me and thrilled me. Tested me and saved me. But bad habits were hard to break. Love wasn’t worth the fall. * * * Roxie stormed into my life, demanded my attention. She’d built thick walls around her heart. I needed to demolish them and claim her. She fought me at every turn—refused to be tamed. I wanted her to be mine. The course of my life changed. I made selfish decisions. Lost my way. I couldn’t hold onto her. My mistakes haunted me.
ExcerptI scanned the crowd hugging the bar as I moved that way. There seemed to be mostly couples with only a few single guys, though none caught my interest. My eyes fell on a guy sitting by himself at the far end, facing me. I drank him in slowly as I made my way over. He wore a gray suit with a red tie and filled the suit out perfectly. His hair was slightly curly, though he had it well contained. I wanted to run my fingers through it. Dark stubble dusted his chin. I knew it would feel delicious running against my skin. Everything about him from a distance was unbelievably sexy. Then I got close enough to notice his eyes, and they were a piercing blue. Bedroom eyes, as though he were in the throes of passion. He flicked them toward me before he turned his attention back to the rum in front of him, and it seemed he looked right through me. He was, undeniably, the sexiest man I’d ever seen, especially here at Trinity. He looked like a model, fresh from the pages of a magazine. I ordered another Sex on the Beach and his eyes lifted to meet mine again and he smirked, though only one side of his mouth came up. I needed him tonight. He was the perfect distraction to make me forget my shitty day. “What?” I asked as I wrapped my lips around my straw. His eyes dropped briefly to my mouth before coming back up to meet my eyes. “Sex on the Beach? I didn’t think anyone actually drank those.” My heart skipped a beat. His voice was deep and smooth. And he had a British accent. Dear God. Accents were my weakness. It didn’t matter what kind of accent it was. There was just something about them that made me weak in the knees. Desire coursed through me. He was one sexy motherfucker. Hopefully, he’d be with me tonight. I hummed with my lips still around the straw. His eyes dropped to my lips again and stayed there. I licked my lower lip before talking, enjoying this game. “I normally don’t, but I wanted something… tasty tonight.” His eyes scanned my body, making me glad I wore my new red dress that hugged me in all the right places. It gave a promise of cleavage I most definitely wanted to deliver on. “Tasty,” he mused. “Mmm hmm.” I slipped the straw between my lips again and sipped. He rewarded me with the sexy half smirk. “What brings you in to Trinity tonight?” “I had a meeting next door and needed a drink afterwards.” I turned so my body faced him and moved nearer until his warm breath fanned my cheek. I could hear him just fine over the music, but I wanted to be closer, so he knew exactly what I had in mind. I let the front of my body brush against his. “Was it a tough meeting?” Innuendo and desire dripped off my words. I wanted him in bed. Badly. More than any man I’d ever bedded before. I just knew he would live up to the promise in his eyes. “You could say that.” He threw back the rest of his rum and signaled for another. The bartender, a woman, came over immediately and filled it. She leaned over the corner of the bar, pressing her overflowing breasts so they popped out of her neckline even more. “Anything else?” she purred. He didn’t spare her another look or word, just laid money down on the bar. The bartender glared at me before turning away. I smiled, happy that he ignored her and happy his eyes were back on me. “I think she wanted your attention.” His gaze slid down my body again before meeting my own. “I already have the attention of one gorgeous woman. Who needs another?” My heart nearly burst from my chest. My panties had to be on fire with the way he looked at me. “Confident.” “I know what I want.” “How do you know what I want?” His lips quirked up. “Because I saw you watching me, stalking me from across the room.” He’d been watching me? I warmed at that thought. “Oh, really?” His hand fell on my hip, where my skin was on fire. What would happen when he touched my bare skin? He turned to the side and pulled me between his legs, pressed me close with a hand on my lower back, so low he almost touched my ass. “I know what you want.” He ran his nose along my jaw and tingles ran across my whole body. He stopped with his lips right next to my ear. “And I know I want you.” I wanted to pass out on the floor. He was one smooth bastard. “I don’t even know your name.” His lips stayed by my ear, brushing it as they moved. “David.” “David,” I repeated, mostly in a daze. His other hand abandoned his glass and joined its twin on my lower back. I was pressed so tightly against him that I felt his reaction to me. My breath caught in my throat. I was in over my head. “Why don’t you tell me your name?” His voice murmuring in my ear made my brain stop functioning. “Roxie.” My voice was so breathy and full of desire, I was amazed he heard it. “Roxie.” The way he said it was so sexy. God, this was hot. Him holding me, talking in my ear, pressed intimately against me. I put my hands around his neck and toyed with the hair that brushed the collar of his shirt. “It’s nice to meet you, David.” His response was to nuzzle my neck and trail light kisses there. I shivered. Actually shivered. No man had ever caused a reaction like this in me. “I’m staying in the hotel across the street. Want to come to my room?” he whispered in my ear. “Yes,” I breathed. He grabbed my hand and led me out of the club.
About The Author
From the time she was old enough to form words into sentences, Kristy Love has been writing stories. She attended La Roche College and graduated with a Bachelor's Degree in Professional Writing. When she's not writing, Kristy can be found with her nose stuck in a book or spending time with her family and friends.She lives with her husband and two girls in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
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