the nerve to look at man that the voice belonged to.
Oh my God .
Perfection . He was utterly the most breathtaking, painfully beautiful man I had ever laid my eyes on . A stampede of frantic butterflies tore through my insides and I gulped down a deep breath of air , because I had somehow stopped breathing.
His dark hair was l onger than I remembered and lay wet and disheveled across his forehead. Drops of water glistened on his shoulders, his face,
and his
bare chest . Bare chest! They shimmered along the dark contours of his tattoos making the story of our forbidden love dance with reflections of light. A soft white towel that hung low on his hips was a stark contrast to the hard toned muscles that tensed under the beautiful sun-kissed skin of his stomach and chest.
Hard , steely , gunmetal blu e eyes coldly stared down at me. T hrough me . They shined dangerously against the soft light that spilled itself across the hallway from the bathroom.
So fiercely breathtaking, with the swirl of the mist from the shower and his beauty, I would have said he looked like an angel. But I knew better.
"What. The. Hell?" The heat of his voice took my whirling thoughts to places that they had no right to go, but damn did I want to . Scrumdillifuckingemious . I just want ed to wrap my legs around his face. "Did you just come out of Ethan's fucking bedroom ?" His voice was thick with venom and the air in the hallway became so much denser I struggled to catch my breath.
Oh crap .
Sickening
warmth spread across my cheeks and bolted down my spine. "Yeah, but nothing..."
"Save it. It doesn't matter." Cold. Callus. Completely indifferent, he walked past me. "Don't worry about locking the door behind you, we have easy ass like you coming in and out of here all the time. "
Oh crap . My world shifted off its axis and spun out of control, it left me leaning up against the wall fighting against gravity. I was still too drunk to talk straight. "We were talking..."
A deep laughter rumbled in his chest, "Right, was that before or after you fucked him? Save it, why the hell would I care? I don't want to listen to the blow by blow of your night."
I tried to take a steady breath , but the rage boiled in my chest spiraling up my throat and my fists clenched against the hardness of the wall that helped to support me. "Fuck you , Shane!"
Before I could take my next breath , Shane's body slammed painfully into mine. He leveled his right shoulder into my stomach hard, swung me up in his arms and over his shoulder. He grabbed the back of my thighs and carried me through the hallway toward the Bone Room . I didn't have enough air in my lungs to scream.
He opened the door to their communal poke-a-skank room and dropped me right in front of it. I dropped straight to the floor. "Fuck me? Fuck me? You want to go in the Bone Room with me?" He stood over me screaming with those intense ruthless eyes. He crouched down to my level and slammed both his palms against the wall on either side of my face. "Because I could really get off on some head right now, since I've been in fucking jail for over a month." He slid his hands down the wall slowly, never breaking his icy stare. "I usually don't like my girls still wet from Ethan, but hey, if you ' r e game...but if not, get the fuck out of my hallway."
I was too stunned to speak. So I slapped him. Hard enough to turn his whole face away from me, I slapped him. "Don't you ever lay your hands on me again Shane." I slid myself up along the wall never leaving his steely gaze. "Get the hell out of my way," I whispered.
He stood up slowly, eyes still locked on mine.
Slamming my shoulder against his, I walked past him and down the hallway. I picked up my shoes and headed for the front door to his apartment without looking back. " Sweet fucking pants, I bet Ethan really enjoyed that hot little ass of yours. Sure you don't want to change your mind about the Bone Room?" I flipped him the bird without turning my
Beverly Swerling
Anthony Price
Carmen Ferreiro-Esteban
Chris Kennedy
Christina M. Brashear
Jim Provenzano
Susan Dexter
Tenaya Jayne
Phyllis Bentley
M.R. Forbes