Burning Rivalry Paperback #2 ***PREORDER NOW for JUNE 9 2026***

“I keep telling myself to stay away from you. So how am I here, like this?” “You’re asking the wrong person.” He used both hands to brush my hair back from my face and tilt my head back so our mouths would align. His thumbs stroked my cheeks while he continued, “Because I was wondering the same thing. I only know I can’t stand another minute without knowing what your mouth tastes like.” His gaze lowered to my lips, his nostrils flared, and a soft groan stirred in his throat. Was this a mistake? Did I care anymore about him touching me and staring into my soul? “You’d better find out,” I whispered, straining upward to meet him. He wasn’t gentle. He did not take his time. No, instead, he claimed my mouth all at once, his kiss urgent, determined, sweeping aside any last lingering doubts in favor of pure sensation. The thrill of giving in, finally getting what I had refused to admit I wanted. Since when did my needs not matter? God, there was so much of him! His hands were everywhere, lighting my body on fire, giving me no choice but to cling helplessly to him or else drop to the floor when my head started to spin. A whimper passed from my mouth to his, but he only responded by growling, wrapping his arms around me, and lifting me onto the table. This was wrong. Not here, not now, even if nobody would show up for work until morning, but I wasn’t about to try and stop it. I was through denying myself. Just this once, I would forget my goals and dreams and let myself go.