Taken by Passion: King of Hearts (Wonderland Book 1) (26 page)

A few moments later, Holden returned and sat beside her again. He picked up the bottle and gestured to the empty glass she was holding. “More wine? There’s at least a glass left.”

She felt silly for gripping an empty wine stem like a protective shield. She loosened her grasp on it and smiled. “I think I’ve had more than enough.”

He corked the bottle and grabbed the empty Spanish wine bottle as he stood. “You and me both.”

Dawson strode in from the hallway, a sexy smile on his lips. Erika’s body warmed as she remembered the kiss, reliving it in her thoughts. It was clear by the look in his eyes that he was, too.

“Erika and I have had enough wine.” Holden was holding the two bottles. “Would you like to finish what’s left?” He raised the Australian wine bottle to Dawson.

Dawson held out his glass. “Fill ’er up.”

Needing to put some distance between herself and Dawson, Erika got up from her seat. “I’ll carry the glasses.”

Holden nodded toward the TV. “Do you want to see if you can catch the weather report?”

Dawson grabbed the remote off the end table near the chair he was now sitting in. “Will do.” He reclined in the seat with his wine glass and the remote, and in moments the TV was on and he was flipping through channels.

Feeling some relief to be out of the same space as Dawson, Erika walked to the kitchen with Holden, where he set the wine bottles on the counter. The relief was short-lived, though, because the moment she handed the wine glasses to him, their fingers touched and her hormones went wild again.

The intensity of his stare sent heat flushing through her. She wasn’t a lip biter, but she had the urge to bite her lip just for the pain to get herself refocused on staying away from the Kennedy cousins.

She picked up the empty wine bottles. “Where’s your recycle?”

He set the glasses on the countertop. “In the mudroom.”

She grasped the wine bottles as he walked with her to the back of the kitchen and into the large mudroom with a door that joined it to the garage. The area had a washer and dryer, a big sink, cabinets, and a small shower. They’d walked through this room when they’d come in from the garage after leaving the restaurant.

When they were inside the mudroom, he took the bottles from her and set them in a large recycling container.

Before she had time to process everything, Holden pushed her up against the wall, completely catching her off guard.

He gave her no time to think. He brought his mouth down hard on hers, taking, controlling. She let out a moan that surprised her and he took thorough advantage of it. He buried his hands in her hair, pulling her to him, clearly dominating her as he kissed her.

And to her complete shock, she loved it. She loved the way he mastered her, devoured her. She could picture herself letting him do anything he wanted to with her. Anything.

He pressed himself firmly against her and for the second time that night, a man’s hard cock was against her belly—and it was not the same man.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on as she kissed him back, tasting him and breathing him in like she’d done with Dawson.

But this kiss was oh-so-different. Holden’s was harder, far more intense. His stubble was lighter but still scraped her skin that was still sensitive from kissing Dawson.

Even though the kisses were different, they were both just as amazing, but turning her on in ways she’d never been turned on before.

A part of her wondered what the hell she was doing. She was kissing Holden when she’d just kissed Dawson. Was she out of her freaking mind?

Then the other part of her said, “Screw it,” and she lost herself in the kiss, her mind flying as she held on to him for everything she had. She wrapped her arms even tighter around his neck.

It must have been from being kissed so thoroughly by two men in one night, plus all the wine that made her so loose and wild.

Five minutes had to have passed before Holden raised his head and stared into her eyes. His look was dark and intense, his breathing deep as he drew it in and blew it out. “We’d better get back.”

Trying to catch her breath, she nodded. He smoothed her hair as she did. No doubt he messed it up when he had clenched his fists in it. She straightened but couldn’t take her eyes off his, almost like she was waiting for him to lead her or tell her what to do.

She wanted to say, “This can’t happen again,” but like with Dawson, she couldn’t get words out that she needed to.

He brushed his lips over hers again before gesturing for her to leave the laundry room ahead of him. When she walked into the kitchen, Dawson was there, his hip up against a counter. He watched her and then Holden as they walked out of the laundry room.

She knew she must have gone six shades of red. She
never
blushed and she rarely got embarrassed, much less showed it, but this time she knew what had just happened had to be written all over her face.

“Lawmen” series

By Cheyenne McCray

Almost absently, he rubbed his thumb along Tori’s delicate jawline while they both remained quiet. He liked the way she fit in his arms. It felt…right.

It was the right time to tell her about what happened with Brian. Landon knew he should do it now.

And then every good intention vanished as she tipped her face up to look at him. Her eyelashes glittered from the remainder of her tears and her brown eyes seemed even darker than normal. As their gazes met and held, he didn’t think he’d ever be able to look away from her again. She drew him to her in so many ways and he was helpless to stop himself from wanting to get closer to her.

The other agents were downstairs and he was upstairs, alone. With Tori.

This wasn’t smart.

Hell, it was a long, long way from smart.

He held his breath, then let out a slow exhale as he lowered his mouth to hers.

The moment their lips met, she gave a sigh, surrendering herself to his kiss. That sense of surrender fueled him, somehow making him desire her even more than he already did.

He moved his lips over hers, hungry for the taste of her, the feel of her. Her scent filled him, as if a part of her was now inside him. Her lips were so soft, her taste exquisite on his tongue. God, he knew he could never get enough of her.

She leaned into him as their body heat melded, fusing them together in a way that defied explanation. Her sighs turned into a soft moan as he moved his hands over her shoulders, down her arms, and to her waist. She was wearing one of her new T-shirts and he pushed the hem up just enough that he could feel her soft skin along the waistband. He gripped her slender waist in his hands, his fingers brushing the base of her spine where she’d been tattooed.

Her hunger and his grew in matching intensity. She moved her palms up his chest to his shoulders and gripped them like she was afraid she would slide away if she didn’t hold on tightly.

He slipped his palms from her waist to her ass, feeling the perfection of it as he squeezed her closer to him. His cock was impossibly hard, pressing against her, straining to get free from behind the tough denim of his jeans.

Their clothes—too much cloth was between them. He wanted to feel her warm silky skin against his, nothing keeping them apart. He wanted only to slide between her thighs and drive his cock deep inside her heat.

The rumble that rose up in his chest was like a lion staking a claim on his territory, and she made an answering purr, giving herself completely to him. Not just surrendering, but offering herself for his pleasure. She asked for nothing, just gave him everything she had.

She sighed again as he slid his lips along her jawline to her ear. She gasped when he nipped at her earlobe and shivered in a delicate way that told him he’d just found one of her erogenous zones. He sucked the soft flesh into his mouth and nipped at it again. He felt another shiver run through her body.

He moved his lips down the column of her neck to the hollow at the base of her throat. The soft purring sounds she made caused his cock to grow even harder and he rubbed himself against her in a slow deliberate movement, like what he’d do when he was inside her.

A gasp escaped her as he cupped her breasts and flicked his thumbs over her taut nipples that pressed against the fabric of her T-shirt. She slid her fingers into his hair and encouraged him to lower his head so his mouth was even with her breasts. His body was close to shaking from the power of his need for her as he circled her nipple with his tongue, wetting the T-shirt and causing her to suck in her breath. She gave a small cry and gripped his hair tighter as he moved his mouth to her other nipple.

He had to taste the salt on her skin, feel its softness in his mouth. He pushed her T-shirt over her perfectly sized breasts and licked each of her nipples through her satin bra. She caught her breath as he pulled her bra beneath her breasts so they were bared for him.

She pushed his head down again, guiding him so that his mouth was directly over her nipple. He skimmed his lips over the hard nub and she moaned as he sucked it and flicked it with his tongue. Her nipples were hard peaks as he nipped at each one. God, but he loved the way she tasted. He loved that she wasn’t afraid to show him what she wanted. He loved everything about her.

Jaymie Holland is Cheyenne McCray’s ultra-erotic alter ego! Find more of Jaymie’s books on her website and visit Jaymie’s Facebook page!

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bestselling author Cheyenne McCray’s books have received multiple awards and nominations, including *
RT Book Reviews
magazine’s Reviewer’s Choice awards for Best Erotic Romance of the year, Best Paranormal Action Adventure of the year, and Best Erotic Romantic Suspense *Three “RT Book Reviews” nominations, including Best Erotic Romance, Best Romantic Suspense, and Best Paranormal Action Adventure.

*Golden Quill award for Best Erotic Romance *The Road to Romance’s Reviewer’s Choice Award *Gold Star Award from Just Erotic Romance Reviews *CAPA award from The Romance Studio Cheyenne grew up on a ranch in southeastern Arizona. She has been writing ever since she can remember, back to her kindergarten days when she penned her first poem. She always knew one day she would write novels, hoping her readers would get lost in the worlds she created, just as she experienced when she read some of her favorite books.

Chey has three sons, three dogs, and is an Arizona native who loves the desert, the sunshine, and the beautiful sunsets. Visit Chey's website and get all of the latest info at her website and meet up with her at Cheyenne McCray’s Place on Facebook!