“Let go, Charli,” he said. “Why?” “Because.” “That’s not a reason,” she said, her voice a challenge. “It’s reason enough,” he told her. “Let me go. I shouldn’t have come in here.” “But a monster might have been hiding under my bed,” she teased. There was a monster standing in front of her and she seemed blind to it. He wasn’t, though, and he needed to be stronger than this. Pulling back, he twisted his wrist, breaking contact with her face. Charli moved with him and somehow their hands ended up entwined and she closed the distance between them once more. “Why did you come inside, Max?” she asked. She was standing so close he could feel the faint disturbance in the air as she spoke. He wanted to eliminate the few scant inches between them and fist his hand in her hair, kiss her, taste her…take her. But this was Charli… When he didn’t answer, Charli swayed closer to him. He didn’t move. Even when she let her lips ghost over his, he didn’t move. But when she leaned in closer and pressed her mouth firmly to his, he did move. He caught her chin in his hand and yanked his head back, staring at her. “Don’t, Charli. I’m not one of your pretty, polished doctors with soft hands. You don’t want the kind of things I’d do to you,” he warned her. “Says who?” she asked, that challenge still in her voice.
F*CK CLUB: CON (Book 2)
Shiloh Walker is an award-winning writer…yes, really! She’s also a mom, a wife, a reader and she pretends to be an amateur photographer. She published her first book in 2003. Her latest suspense, The Right Kind of Trouble, released in August 2016 from St. Martins. She writes romantic suspense and contemporary romance, and urban fantasy under the name J.C. Daniels.