Sunset Rivalry: The Caliendo Resort (By The Lake: The Caliendo Resort Book 2) by Shannyn Leah
Authors: Shannyn Leah
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last thing on his mind. If she pushed her waist against the area below his waist one more time...
“Maybe it’s Uncle Carl. He’s a wonderful man. I mean he was there for all of our whole lives, but there is no way he was oblivious to my dad’s bad dealings...”
Quinn agreed, with a tightening of his lower area generating more space between them.
“Is there?”
He couldn’t answer her question. Until tonight, he’d ruled them all out as partaking while acknowledging their awareness.
“It makes me wonder if my mom knows too...”
Probably... maybe I should step back.
“I wonder if they are in my mom’s suite.”
He was glad one of them was forming a plan because he was trying to form a plan to not scoop her into his arms and kiss her quiet.
Anya jumped and Quinn groaned as her leg rubbed his inner thigh.
“Or Carl’s,” she said, oblivious that right now Quinn wanted nothing more than to kiss her rambling lips.
“Since Carl is shacking up with my mom. Which is weird by the way.” She poked his chest. “ You could have given me a warning about that. My uncle and my mom. That’s a hard one to wrap my head around.” She paused and took a deep breath. “But then again, you didn’t do much warning when you threw me into the wolf pack.”
Like she’d dumped a bucket of ice water over his head he snapped back to the present and back to Anya. She wasn’t standing in front of him wanting him to touch her, kiss her, or make love to her...even if that’s where his head was. They were bound together by circumstance and he’d forced her into a situation she detested. Standing in front of him she didn’t trust him nor want him. He’d be better to remember that.
“To be eaten alive,” she continued, her resentment evident. “Alone.”
Alone, like she’d been the last two years. If anything he’d given her the people he was convinced she needed.
Quinn lowered his head to her, arching his back away from her body.
“You weren’t alone. I was right there.”
He rubbed the sides of her face with his thumb. It wasn’t a good idea, but it seemed nothing between them was a good idea.
“You weren’t there for me. You were there for yourself.”
Maybe he’d stuck around to coordinate a plan with her to find the file or maybe he’d stuck around to make sure she was alright...maybe both.
He couldn’t pull his fingers away from her skin or his eyes from hers. When he was trying to console her, he found his touch was opening her to the intimate vibes coursing between them. Her eyes widened and her lips parted like an invitation to take them. Her legs stirred against his, suddenly conscious of their contact.
This was not a good idea. His head told him no, but his body told him yes. It was a battle that he couldn’t guarantee which side would win, but knowing he better try and dissuade it.
His finger stopped, but didn’t move from her velvety skin. “Your family aren’t wolves. You know that.” He could barely get the words out. “If anyone is the wolf here, it’s me.”
Anya was quiet.
His eyes had long adjusted to the darkness and although he couldn’t define small features across her face, he could see she was assessing his words.
What was she looking for? What would she find?
She took a deep breath before saying, “They say when a wolf mates...” She swallowed hard. “...it’s for life.”
Is that what she wanted? Him forever?
After everything he’d told her and everything he’d done, was it possible she dug deeper than what he allowed? Was it possible she’d gotten access to the parts of him he gave to no one? Did she know him better than he knew himself?
What she didn’t know was he would hurt her again like he’d hurt her two years ago.
“Anya, I’m not your soul mate.”
***
ANYA, I’M NOT your soul mate.
She knew that.
Anya clenched her hands so she wouldn’t reach out for him, or slap him...she couldn’t decide how she felt yet. She bit
“Maybe it’s Uncle Carl. He’s a wonderful man. I mean he was there for all of our whole lives, but there is no way he was oblivious to my dad’s bad dealings...”
Quinn agreed, with a tightening of his lower area generating more space between them.
“Is there?”
He couldn’t answer her question. Until tonight, he’d ruled them all out as partaking while acknowledging their awareness.
“It makes me wonder if my mom knows too...”
Probably... maybe I should step back.
“I wonder if they are in my mom’s suite.”
He was glad one of them was forming a plan because he was trying to form a plan to not scoop her into his arms and kiss her quiet.
Anya jumped and Quinn groaned as her leg rubbed his inner thigh.
“Or Carl’s,” she said, oblivious that right now Quinn wanted nothing more than to kiss her rambling lips.
“Since Carl is shacking up with my mom. Which is weird by the way.” She poked his chest. “ You could have given me a warning about that. My uncle and my mom. That’s a hard one to wrap my head around.” She paused and took a deep breath. “But then again, you didn’t do much warning when you threw me into the wolf pack.”
Like she’d dumped a bucket of ice water over his head he snapped back to the present and back to Anya. She wasn’t standing in front of him wanting him to touch her, kiss her, or make love to her...even if that’s where his head was. They were bound together by circumstance and he’d forced her into a situation she detested. Standing in front of him she didn’t trust him nor want him. He’d be better to remember that.
“To be eaten alive,” she continued, her resentment evident. “Alone.”
Alone, like she’d been the last two years. If anything he’d given her the people he was convinced she needed.
Quinn lowered his head to her, arching his back away from her body.
“You weren’t alone. I was right there.”
He rubbed the sides of her face with his thumb. It wasn’t a good idea, but it seemed nothing between them was a good idea.
“You weren’t there for me. You were there for yourself.”
Maybe he’d stuck around to coordinate a plan with her to find the file or maybe he’d stuck around to make sure she was alright...maybe both.
He couldn’t pull his fingers away from her skin or his eyes from hers. When he was trying to console her, he found his touch was opening her to the intimate vibes coursing between them. Her eyes widened and her lips parted like an invitation to take them. Her legs stirred against his, suddenly conscious of their contact.
This was not a good idea. His head told him no, but his body told him yes. It was a battle that he couldn’t guarantee which side would win, but knowing he better try and dissuade it.
His finger stopped, but didn’t move from her velvety skin. “Your family aren’t wolves. You know that.” He could barely get the words out. “If anyone is the wolf here, it’s me.”
Anya was quiet.
His eyes had long adjusted to the darkness and although he couldn’t define small features across her face, he could see she was assessing his words.
What was she looking for? What would she find?
She took a deep breath before saying, “They say when a wolf mates...” She swallowed hard. “...it’s for life.”
Is that what she wanted? Him forever?
After everything he’d told her and everything he’d done, was it possible she dug deeper than what he allowed? Was it possible she’d gotten access to the parts of him he gave to no one? Did she know him better than he knew himself?
What she didn’t know was he would hurt her again like he’d hurt her two years ago.
“Anya, I’m not your soul mate.”
***
ANYA, I’M NOT your soul mate.
She knew that.
Anya clenched her hands so she wouldn’t reach out for him, or slap him...she couldn’t decide how she felt yet. She bit
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