Lycan on the Edge: Broken Heart Book 13 by Michele Bardsley Page A

underneath, the subtle scent of Sophie.
    His mouth dried, and he swallowed the nervous
    knot in his throat. She was beautiful. He curbed his
    desire to kiss the daylights out of her. Instead, he
    plucked a blonde curl from her shoulder. “You
    look beautiful. The dress is terrific.”
    “Thank you.” Self-consciously, she pulled up
    on the fabric near her ample cleavage. “Brianna’s
    work.”
    Trent heard the quick intake of breath as he
    used the curl to trace her collarbone. She wet her
    lips. Her lush mouth begged for a kiss, and her
    brown eyes telegraphed a potent desire.
    Trent played with the silky tendril of hair,
    wrapping it around his finger, then dropped it. He
    stood, his gaze never leaving Sophie’s face, and
    caressed her neck until his fingers reached the
    fluttering pulse at the base of her throat. Her breath
    hitched, her lips parted, and no longer able to
    resist; Trent leaned close.
    “I can’t resist you.” He cupped the back of her
    neck and gave her a fraction of a second to reject
    his advances before capturing her lips. She tasted
    of mints and alcohol. He traced her closed lips
    with his tongue, and she instantly opened under his
    tender onslaught.
    Trent drank her earthy sweetness, tasting the
    corners, nibbling her lower lip. She swallowed
    her breathless moan, and only then did he slide his
    tongue inside, drawing her into an intimate dance,
    deepening his possession.
    Fire raced through his veins as Sophie
    responded, mating her mouth to his, stroking and
    suckling, with an animalistic fierceness that
    matched his own.
    “Let’s get out of here,” Trent murmured.
    Sophie pulled away, her eyes swirling with
    need and desire. Doubt seeped into her gaze, and
    he ached to wipe that look from her eyes. She still
    didn’t trust him, and he wanted Sophie’s trust.
    Right now, though, he’d settle for whatever she
    gave him. He lowered his head and took Sophie’s
    mouth again, pouring the heat of his blood, the
    thunder of his heart, the cry of his soul into their
    kiss.
    When they pulled apart, Sophie whispered,
    “Let’s go.”
    Slipping out of the barn, Trent clasped
    Sophie’s hand as they walked through the high
    grass. The moon shone, and the stars twinkled.
    Wind rattled through the trees, harmonizing with
    the cricket night songs. Trent inhaled the faint
    scents of roses and honeysuckle. When he glanced
    at Sophie, she was staring at him.
    “Sophie.” He let go of her hand and drew her
    into his embrace. “I want to touch you. Kiss you.
    Make love to you.”
    Her eyes went wide, and she sucked in a
    startled breath. “We hardly know each other,
    Trent.” Her brows dipped into a frown. “I know
    you said you’re trying to help me. And you did
    manage to take away my panic. But there’s more
    going on, isn’t there? You’re keeping secrets from
    me.”
    “So are you,” he said softly. “More happened
    to you in Oregon. There are details you haven’t
    shared.” He cupped her cheek. “You show me
    yours, and I’ll show you mine.”
    The shrill ring of her cell phone startled her.
    Saved by the bell. She opened her clutch and
    pulled out the smart phone. The display said,
    “Nana.”
    “Did you win at Ultimate Bingo?”
    “No time, Sophie. This is my only call.”
    Nana’s sigh would’ve filled up a hot air balloon.
    “I’m in the joint. The clink. The slammer. The big
    J!”
    Sophie
    stilled,
    comprehension
    slowly
    dawning. “What did you do?”
    “I decked Elvis.”
    “You what?”
    “It’s a long story. Short version: I’m in jail. I
    need you to bail me out.”
    “Oh, my God. Which jail?”
    “The one in Las Vegas.”
    “Las Vegas, Nevada?”
    “No, Las Vegas, France,” snarked Nana. “I
    suggest hopping on the nearest vampire. It’s faster
    than booking a flight.” Nana hung up, but Sophie
    listened to the dial tone for a full ten seconds,
    hoping the voice that sounded so much like Nana’s
    had not really been her dear,