Origin
One drunken
kiss ignites an inferno of burning desire. Sworn enemies, Lucky Winters and
Seven Douglass struggle to forget the kiss that shouldn't have happened. Then Lucky’s
past comes back to bite him and he suddenly disappears for months, leaving
Seven wondering where they both stand.
When Lucky
returns, he is a changed man and his prolonged absence means he must once again
prove himself to the club he's sworn his life to. Except Lucky can’t seem to
shake off the recent events as much as he wants to.
Seven is no
stranger to this feeling. Her own mysterious past threatens to disrupt her
future and when neither of them are able to stop the ghosts of their pasts from
resurfacing, the only person they can turn to is each other. Suddenly, hatred
morphs into love. And where there is fire and ice, there’s bound to be some
steam . . .
It must’ve been the shots earlier,
but a strange sense came over me. My mouth turned dry. My hands became balmy
and my head suddenly wasn’t working right, because any other time, I wouldn’t
have ever thought about this.
In this state, with her disheveled
hair, her imperfect lips, and her skin flushed with heat, Seven looked sexy.
Desirable. Lovable, even. And for the first time ever in my life, I wasn’t sure
what to do next.
As if of its own volition, my hand
drifted to her thigh, to the exact same place where the dickhead’s hands had
been. For some reason, I wanted to erase every trace of his hands on her,
replacing it with mine.
I glanced up to gauge Seven’s
reaction. Any look of disgust that crossed her face would have me pulling back
immediately. But instead, I encountered the opposite. Seven stared back at me
as if entranced, her lips parted as she panted shallowly.
I waited for it. For her to say
something like, “I’ll give you ’til the count of ten to take your dirty hands
off my thigh before I scream.” Or something equally worse. But Seven sat there
waiting, anticipation burning in her cerulean eyes. She didn’t actually want me
to kiss her, did she?
I winced at the rush of blood that
pounded in my temples like a dark beat. Suddenly, I wanted to. In the back of
my mind, wicked thoughts swirled as I recalled the image of her wrapping those
red lips around that shot glass earlier. It made the red-blooded male in me
wonder what other things she could do with that mouth.
For the third time that night, I had
to forcefully stop my mind from fantasizing about a certain blonde bombshell.
Yup. There was no doubt about it
now. I was drunker than I had let on. I shouldn’t have ever given her a ride
home. But it wasn’t the worry of crashing on the side of the road that
terrified me. It was this unfamiliar feeling of wanting what you knew you
shouldn’t that scared me now.
Yet all that seemed to be forgotten
as this indiscernible draw pulled me closer to her. My hand on her thigh grew
courageous, exploring more skin. Her eyes drifted shut for a moment, as if she
wanted to get lost in this confusing emotion circulating between us as much as
I did.
All this time, Seven remained
wordless. It wasn’t in her to ask, I realized later. Seven had too much pride
for that. But her eyes, the wide oceanic blue, told me all I needed to know.
I was looking into the eyes of a
woman who wanted to be kissed.
And fuck me, I wanted to kiss her,
too.
I leaned in, running my hand through
her already finger-tossed hair. My hand caught in something. Gently, I tugged
it free, only realizing later what it was. A hairpin with a golden wing
attached to it.
I palmed it and slid it into my back
pocket for now, not wanting anything to break this hypnotic moment. My hand
immediately returned to her face, running over her cheek, registering the
smoothness. All this time, I thought her to be prickly due to her personality.
But her skin was baby soft. So different than I made her out to be.
I drew my hand towards the back of
her head as the need to kiss her turned ravenous. I should’ve pulled back.
Should’ve stopped this madness before it was too late, but fuck it all, her
lips could tempt a saint.
The first pass of my lips over hers
was electric. As she groaned, I deepened the kiss, luxuriating in her response.
I didn’t know what was better —the way she curled her fingers into the back of
my neck or how her tongue darted out to lick at the seam of my mouth. How had I
never known this fire, this burning desire before?
Seven’s mouth was an aphrodisiac, a
forbidden fruit that now that I had a taste of, I wanted more. Women threw
themselves at me all the time. But none were as sweet as Seven.
My hands grew rougher as I tugged on
her hair, tipping her head back so that I could run my mouth down her throat. I
was surprised when she arched her back, further offering her body to me.
Like the greedy bastard I was, I
took in my fill. Not just with my eyes, but with my hands too, reaching out to
graze over her breasts and thighs. Her skirt slid up higher, bunching at her
waist. Within the shaft of moonlight peering into the car, I could see the
white scrap of fabric shielding her from my view. Oh my God—
Thought barely registered before
Seven pushed me away. “Wait!”
What the hell? I backed off
immediately, the bubble of passion popping like a balloon. It was akin to being
yanked out of a dream. My mind felt muddled and disoriented like I had an out
of body experience and was just coming back into myself.
“Shit.” In a flood, rational thought
returned to me. “I shouldn’t have done that.” She was drunk and I had taken
advantage of her. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as if I could
remove every trace of what had just happened. But holy hell, I was harder than
a rock!
Seven’s eyes had changed. They were
no longer hazy. Gone was the willing, plaint woman of just moments ago; I was
with the other Seven again. The one who despised me.
Had it really been different between
us for a while there? One minute she was hot as fire in my hands and then, a
second later, she was frigid again.
“I’m sorry but I can’t do this,” she
whispered.
“Right.” I had no idea what the fuck
had come over me, but this was crazy.
“You and I,” she said, indicating us
with her hand. “We’re fire and ice. We don’t go well together.”
I swiped a hand over my hair,
feeling more than just my dick deflating. “Thanks for reminding me.”
Her eyes turned sharp with my bitter
tone. “I didn’t want to do something we’d both regret. That’s all I’m saying.”
“Yeah, I got it, sweetheart. You
realized who you were tangling tongues with and it turned you off.”
“Lucky, I didn’t mean that. Don’t
put words in my mouth.”
Shrugging, I returned to my full
height. Shoving my hands into my front pockets, I stepped back, giving her
space to get out of her car. “Go inside,” I said quietly. “Get some sleep.”
“Lucky,” she whispered.
I stared at her.
She stared back.
When Seven finally realized I
wouldn’t say more on the topic, she huffed her frustration and slipped out of
the car, adjusting her skirt from where my hand had pushed it up high on her
hips. It only reminded me of the feeling of her soft skin beneath my palms. I clamped
my mouth down tight as she walked past me.
“I’ll see you around then.”
“Yeah,” I replied dumbly as I walked
towards the debris-laden road. “I’ll see you around.”
When I heard her go in and put the
locks in place, I allowed myself to think about what I let happened.
So much for resistance. I had told
myself that I wasn’t like the other fools. But not only had I fallen prey to
the siren’s call that beckoned me, I’d fallen way further into the icy depths
of hell. Never again, Dylan, I promised myself.
I’d been through hell once already
and the whiskey there was shit. I wasn’t willing to go back a second time.
Not for any girl.
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