Colton Kingston’s livelihood has been reduced to a pile of
black ashes by a tragic act of arson. After sending away the woman he’s loved
since the tender age of five, a dark hateful revenge threatens to overtake his
heart. Colton knows pushing her away is the only way he can keep her safe.
Paige Summer’s has endured her fair share of obstacles in the past, and refuses
to give up on Colton and the life they share together. As interferences try to
tear them apart, Paige is determined to stand by Colton’s side and remind him
of their love and its strength.
But at every turn, tragedy continues to strike and more devastation falls upon
them.
Will Colton and Paige’s love be boundless? Or will revenge conquer their fate?
Excerpt 5
Pulling Paige
into my bedroom, I shut the door, and we continued into the bathroom.
The Jacuzzi was already filled.
“Oh, you really
did draw me a bath,” Paige said.
I spun around to
see her standing in the middle of the room with her arms wrapped
around her middle. A look of uncertainty in her eyes left me
momentarily speechless. As much as I didn’t want to see it there, I
couldn’t really blame her for feeling that way.
I gradually
closed the space between us and pulled her into my arms. “Yes, I
did,” I answered at last. My hand came to her cheek, and I wiped
away a smudge of dirt.
The feel of her
skin instantly ignited my desire for her. It had been a long fucking
week, and I wanted nothing more than to have some time to relax with
Paige in my arms. I fought against my need to have her, still unsure
of what the future would bring. More importantly, I needed to get
Paige cleaned up and tucked into bed before she collapsed on the
floor at my feet. Her brown eyes were heavy with sleep, and her
clothes were dirty from a hard day of grueling work.
I set my hands on
either side of her and glided them down her waist until I grasped the
hem of her shirt. “Come on. Let’s get you washed up and into
bed.”
Paige didn’t
fight me as she lifted her arms to remove her shirt, and I tossed it
aside on the tile. She stood before me in a black sports bra with a
white Nike sign that dipped between the beautiful curves of her
breasts.
I’d never seen
her wear one before, so I asked, “Since when do you wear these?”
“Since my
physical therapy has become more intense, I bought them to be
comfortable.” Paige shrugged nonchalantly.
“Oh.”
I slipped my
fingers under the hemline and tugged upward. Paige’s whole body
moved forward with my movement. It seemed the damn material was glued
to her.
Going with a
different tactic, I inched the elastic band up one side at a time.
“You know how you feel about me chomping on a toothpick?” I asked
as I finally had the sports bra halfway up her breasts.
“Yes.”
“That’s how I
currently feel about you wearing a sports bra.” I made sure my
movements were gentle while working the tight material up and over
her head. I threw the bra over to the trash can placed to the left of
the toilet. “Consider these things banned from use.”
“So, would now
be a good time to tell you I bought five of them?” she inquired,
her tone laced with amusement.
I repositioned my
hands and unclasped her pants. I dragged her jeans and panties to her
ankles in a torturously slow pace, letting my palms glide along her
bare legs. With every downward inch, I felt myself hardening at the
feel of her.
“I hope you
saved your receipt,” I said while assisting her out of her
clothing. My voice roughened with need at the sight of her beautiful
body bare to my ravenous eyes.
I bit back the
overwhelming desire to take her, and I stood, repeatedly reminding
myself it wasn’t a good idea, given my unresolved predicament with
Hank. Plus, Paige was tired.
“I didn’t, so
you’re stuck with them,” she breathed.
Paige distracted
me by moistening her lips as she inched her way closer. She peered up
at me with her stunning brown eyes and slipped her hands beneath my
shirt. Her fingertips brushed along my stomach before inching my
clothing upward.
Hardly holding on
to my control by a mere single thread, I asked, “What are you
doing?”
“Surely you
didn’t think I’d let you strip me naked without returning the
favor.”
My shirt was gone
in the blink of an eye. I was unable to steady the incessant drumming
of my heart as I told her, “The bath was for you. I already took a
shower.”
She slowly shook
her head from side to side and snuck her hands beneath the seam of my
jeans, unbuttoning them. “That’s not the way this works, cowboy.”
She lowered my pants and took my briefs along with them. “If I have
to soak my muscles, so do you.”
After I kicked my
pants away, Paige closed the gap between us and pressed herself
against me. As my erection pulsed against her stomach, my breathing
altered, becoming rough and ragged, and the atmosphere charged
between us.
It was just her
and me.
She set her hands
on my chest and guided them up my shoulders, her touch igniting my
skin along her path. It was heavenly. The raw need to claim her
pumped heavily in my veins, and my willpower slipped by the second.
Paige was mine,
and she’d always be mine. Nothing was going to ever change our
fate. I’d simply have to find another way to keep her safe while
she was at my side where she belonged.
“All I want is
to protect you from afar where I know you’ll be safe”—my
fingers grazed up and down her sides—“but you’re making it
unbelievably hard to keep my hands off you,” I admitted with utmost
honesty.
“Well, I love
your hands on me and what they do to me, so you’ll have to find
another way because I’m not leaving you—ever.”
Fuck.
We weren’t
going to make it to the bathtub.
Alicia Rae is a Contemporary Romance Author who lives in
Dekalb, Illinois, with her husband and three beautiful boys. Alicia has a
passion for reading all types of romance, writing to bring a story to life, and
photography.
Thank you to my dear sister, Kels, who showed me a few years
ago how much I truly missed reading. And to my loving husband, for not throwing
away my Nook, and planting the seed of writing in my mind. I am forever
grateful. Xo
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