Sunset Rivalry: The Caliendo Resort (By The Lake: The Caliendo Resort Book 2) by Shannyn Leah Page A
Authors: Shannyn Leah
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her lower lip to keep from saying something else she might regret...or so her lips didn’t reach up and meet his. How the touch of those lips could make her forget everything...except him.
What was this dangerous game she was playing with him?
What was the dangerous game he was playing with her?
They were like two lost adolescents incapable of saying their inner feelings, but powerless to keep from expressing them.
You’re beautiful. I’m not your soul mate? What do you need me to do?
Talk about mixed signals. And why hadn’t he moved away from her now, separating them and reinforcing his lone wolf core?
Anya could feel every inch of his thick body, his warm breath caressing her cheek and the way his fingertip had massaged her jaw made her mouth go dry. It hadn’t been a friendly touch. There was nothing platonic about the way he touched her and she saw the desire cloud his gorgeous, yet sinister, eyes. She watched his eyebrows draw together and his jaw tighten as he fought what they both felt. He tried to hide it, but he couldn’t.
I’m not your soul mate.
But that was where it stopped. Desire. Lust. He wanted no more than the enticement between them. No future. Not her.
But Anya didn’t want a future with him either. She hadn’t come home to pursue potential prospects with Quinn. She hadn’t even considered him being here and bumping into him wasn’t even a possibility at the time.
Darn you Quinn Barker.
She pressed her hands against his chest and his heartbeat thudded against her palm. She was almost tempted to run her fingers up his torso and pull his mouth to hers. To take the one night that he offered instead of nothing at all.
His body tightened and she knew he was moments from walking away. She wasn’t ready yet.
Anya tightened her fingers around his shirt, clutching the material so he wouldn’t leave. Not yet. She gripped the black and dark grey plaid, western style shirt, loving the rugged look it gave him and wishing he would ruggedly take her right now.
Is that all she wanted from him? A one night stand? No strings attached? Because that was all he was offering.
Her pulse thumped and her heartbeat sped up as she chose her next move. The move was hers. They were stuck in this office and if she made the move and kissed him they could spend it ravishing each other. For one night.
Then what? Walk away?
Anya wasn’t so sure she could do it twice. It went deeper for her, and to pretend that it was deeper for him too, even for just one night, would crush her. Anya wasn’t sure how much she had left in her to crush before she crashed and couldn’t get up.
“No. But you sure are a lonesome wolf.”
She let him go.
She wanted all of him, from his laughter, to his smile, to the surprisingly funny things he’d once said that would make her laugh so hard her sides hurt. She wanted all of him, when he’d made it clear he wanted none of her.
He didn’t move.
“I don’t notice how lonesome I am until you’re in my life. But you’re not really in my life at all.”
With that he walked away.
What? What!
Didn’t that just make it so much more complicated than if he’d just taken her here and left then thinking it was only sex?
Anya didn’t dare move toward Quinn. Even if she’d wanted to her legs trembled too much to move.
A movie was on average an hour and a half, which meant if Kate and Marc left after the movie, Anya and Quinn were stuck in the dark for an hour and a half. Together. Alone.
Anya sunk to the floor.
She didn’t know what was worse: being confined in a dark room with him and wanting to rip his clothes off, or being stuck with him and wanting to know what the hell his last comment meant.
Complicated.
Chapter Nine
TWO HOURS LATER silence penetrated from the other side of the wall, but Kate and Marc hadn’t left. Quinn suspected this meant they’d fallen asleep, trapping him and Anya together until morning.
Quinn couldn’t sleep.
Hoping to
What was this dangerous game she was playing with him?
What was the dangerous game he was playing with her?
They were like two lost adolescents incapable of saying their inner feelings, but powerless to keep from expressing them.
You’re beautiful. I’m not your soul mate? What do you need me to do?
Talk about mixed signals. And why hadn’t he moved away from her now, separating them and reinforcing his lone wolf core?
Anya could feel every inch of his thick body, his warm breath caressing her cheek and the way his fingertip had massaged her jaw made her mouth go dry. It hadn’t been a friendly touch. There was nothing platonic about the way he touched her and she saw the desire cloud his gorgeous, yet sinister, eyes. She watched his eyebrows draw together and his jaw tighten as he fought what they both felt. He tried to hide it, but he couldn’t.
I’m not your soul mate.
But that was where it stopped. Desire. Lust. He wanted no more than the enticement between them. No future. Not her.
But Anya didn’t want a future with him either. She hadn’t come home to pursue potential prospects with Quinn. She hadn’t even considered him being here and bumping into him wasn’t even a possibility at the time.
Darn you Quinn Barker.
She pressed her hands against his chest and his heartbeat thudded against her palm. She was almost tempted to run her fingers up his torso and pull his mouth to hers. To take the one night that he offered instead of nothing at all.
His body tightened and she knew he was moments from walking away. She wasn’t ready yet.
Anya tightened her fingers around his shirt, clutching the material so he wouldn’t leave. Not yet. She gripped the black and dark grey plaid, western style shirt, loving the rugged look it gave him and wishing he would ruggedly take her right now.
Is that all she wanted from him? A one night stand? No strings attached? Because that was all he was offering.
Her pulse thumped and her heartbeat sped up as she chose her next move. The move was hers. They were stuck in this office and if she made the move and kissed him they could spend it ravishing each other. For one night.
Then what? Walk away?
Anya wasn’t so sure she could do it twice. It went deeper for her, and to pretend that it was deeper for him too, even for just one night, would crush her. Anya wasn’t sure how much she had left in her to crush before she crashed and couldn’t get up.
“No. But you sure are a lonesome wolf.”
She let him go.
She wanted all of him, from his laughter, to his smile, to the surprisingly funny things he’d once said that would make her laugh so hard her sides hurt. She wanted all of him, when he’d made it clear he wanted none of her.
He didn’t move.
“I don’t notice how lonesome I am until you’re in my life. But you’re not really in my life at all.”
With that he walked away.
What? What!
Didn’t that just make it so much more complicated than if he’d just taken her here and left then thinking it was only sex?
Anya didn’t dare move toward Quinn. Even if she’d wanted to her legs trembled too much to move.
A movie was on average an hour and a half, which meant if Kate and Marc left after the movie, Anya and Quinn were stuck in the dark for an hour and a half. Together. Alone.
Anya sunk to the floor.
She didn’t know what was worse: being confined in a dark room with him and wanting to rip his clothes off, or being stuck with him and wanting to know what the hell his last comment meant.
Complicated.
Chapter Nine
TWO HOURS LATER silence penetrated from the other side of the wall, but Kate and Marc hadn’t left. Quinn suspected this meant they’d fallen asleep, trapping him and Anya together until morning.
Quinn couldn’t sleep.
Hoping to
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