Series: Riverstone Estate #1
on September 26th, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Two years ago, I lost my husband and my brother to the same tragedy. To this day, I hold only one person responsibleÔÇöAiden Rogers, the beautiful boy IÔÇÖve known forever, the misfit IÔÇÖve both loved and hated, the one who always got to me. As far as IÔÇÖm concerned, heÔÇÖs the only one to blame.
Now he wants to be part of my life againÔÇöwhen I can finally see a future for my son and myself. IÔÇÖve found the perfect man in David, someone I can start over with, a man who will be the perfect father figure for Trevor. I have a plan. At last, I see the light, and I know I can make this work.
I will not let Aiden Rogers drag me back into the darkness.
This is the first book of the Riverstone Estate Series and can be enjoyed as a standalone read.
New Second Chance standalone from Roya Carmen.
Torn by tragedy. Reunited by love.
ÔÇ£I canÔÇÖt go on with him when all I can think about is you,ÔÇØ I finally confess. ÔÇ£I need you out of my life.ÔÇØ
Silence fills the room. All I can see is him, so close to me. He doesnÔÇÖt look at meÔÇöhis gaze lingers on my dress, those long lashes hiding his emotions. I donÔÇÖt know what heÔÇÖs thinking. His breath is hot on me, and I want more. He presses a hand softly against my hip and melts me to my core. I want him to say something. I want him to tell me he doesnÔÇÖt want to see me with David. I want him to be angry, to feel something.
But heÔÇÖs so damn calm.
Finally, he looks up at me, his gaze slowly reaching mine. In his eyes I see anger, hurt, andÔÇª desire. He raises his hand to my cheek and touches it. So softly I barely feel it. He runs his free hand through my hair and tugs at my clip, pulling my hair. It hurts, but it also feels so good. He throws the clip to the floor. His fingers are feverish when they get lost in the tangles of my hair. With one hand on my hip, the other twisted in my locks, he presses me hard against the door. His mouthÔÇöheated, rough, and wildÔÇölands on mine.
My entire being surrenders to him. HeÔÇÖs so powerful. One press of his hot wet lips and I abandon all my plans. I want to live this moment. If just for a minute, for a second.
I need him.
I open my mouth, wanting more. He tastes like beer, but I love it. I reach for his face. The rough feel of his unshaven jaw scratches my palm. Still, itÔÇÖs not close enough. I explore further. I want more of him. My hands travel up and get tangled in his soft hair as we deepen the kiss, our mouths hungry, desperate. He grabs my ass and hikes me up as his hips push into me. He growls softly when I bite his bottom lip gently. I feel us falling. Out of control.
I came here to end this, and itÔÇÖs only brought us closer. To this moment. If we do this, we canÔÇÖt go back. We need to stop. I know we need to stop, but I canÔÇÖt seem to pull away. He feels so good. The heat rushing through me, the pressure at my core, the desperate craving. But if we do this, IÔÇÖll never get over him. I know it.
And I think about Maggie. What about her?
I moan as I finally manage to tear my mouth from his. I press my hand against his chest, gasping.
He catches his breath and his beautiful eyes, pooling with desire, almost draw me back in. His gaze falls. He knows I canÔÇÖt do this, that we shouldnÔÇÖt do this. ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm sorry.ÔÇØ
Two simple words. Unneeded. I know heÔÇÖs sorry. IÔÇÖm sorry too. IÔÇÖm sorry I came here. IÔÇÖm sorry I donÔÇÖt want David. IÔÇÖm sorry Aiden is the one I crave. IÔÇÖm sorry IÔÇÖm falling apart. IÔÇÖm sorry my plan is in shatters. ÔÇ£I should go.ÔÇØ
He studies me for the longest time, his eyes taking me in wholly: my heavy eyes, my trembling lips, my wandering handsÔÇöIÔÇÖm still touching him. I canÔÇÖt seem to pull away.
He reaches for my hair, and slowly, softly, he pulls it behind my ear. Then he leans into me, his breath hot on my neck, and he presses his mouth there, sending me to heaven. ÔÇ£I donÔÇÖt think you really came here tonight to end things with me, Amber.ÔÇØ
I close my eyes, at a loss for words. HeÔÇÖs right.
He trails his hands softly over my hips and down the skirt of my dress. ÔÇ£I think youÔÇÖre looking for something else altogether. I think youÔÇÖre restless.ÔÇØ He toys with the hem of my little black dress. His hands explore under it, and the feel of his touch against my bare skin arouses me so much I can barely breathe. ÔÇ£When was the last time you were touched?ÔÇØ
His question catches me by surprise. HeÔÇÖs seducing me wholeheartedly. I just say, ÔÇ£DonÔÇÖt stop.ÔÇØ
He slowly slips his hand higher up the inside of my thigh and reaches the lace fabric of my panties. ÔÇ£You look fucking amazing.ÔÇØ
His fingers press against my sex, and all the while, he watches me, taking in my reaction. Do I want him to go on? He knows I do. He slides his hands slowly under my soft flowy dress, and I almost melt under his touch. His fingers travel up to my stomach, teasing me. He traces soft, slow circles around my navel and makes me shiver. The sensation of his gentle fingers on my skin makes my core heavy and hot, makes my sex swell and pound. Damn.
I think about Maggie again. ÔÇ£We canÔÇÖtÔÇª what about Maggie?ÔÇØ
His hand stills. ÔÇ£Maggie and I are not together. We were never together.ÔÇØ
A heavy weight seems to lift from me. ÔÇ£But you saidÔÇªÔÇØ
He fixes me with dark eyes. ÔÇ£I know what I said. I lied. YouÔÇÖre the only one. The only one I think about, the only one I want.ÔÇØ
I want to kiss him again. I want him inside me. I should pull away, but I canÔÇÖt. I physically canÔÇÖt. He canÔÇÖt stop. Almost as if he can read my mind, he explores further. As his touch travels back to the inside of my thigh, I spot a hint of a smile.
He loves this.