The first time I saw her, I knew this girl was wilder than any stallion I’d ever trained. She was headstrong, wounded, passionate and free. And I had to have her…”
Brittany Ray doesn’t care about her bad reputation. Growing up in a sleepy beach town with a junkie mom and a runaway dad, Brit’s learned the hard way that the people you love will only let you down. It’s no use hoping for love or happiness. Some dreams aren’t meant for girls like her.
Hunter Covington is one of those dreams.
Gorgeous, charming Hunter is damn near perfect—and it’s killing him. Son of Charleston royalty, he’s been trapped in a gilded cage since the day he was born. Now he’s breaking free. He’s quit law school to restore his grandpa’s old horse ranch, trying to soothe the demons in his soul. But Beachwood Bay is full of old ghosts, like the mysterious girl who spent an unforgettable night with him—and then slipped away before dawn. Brit.
Everything about her screams danger, but Hunter doesn’t care: he’s never felt a connection so deep. And try as she may, Brit can’t resist the desire consuming her —or the safety she finds in Hunter’s arms.
A reckless passion. An undeniable bond. Scarred by their pasts, Brit and Hunter fight to heal old wounds. But will dark secrets tear apart their new beginning? And when love is the biggest risk of all, can they find the courage to face the future unafraid?
“What was that look?”
I glance up to find Hunter watching me, a crooked smile on his face. My cheeks burn.
“Nothing!” I yelp.
He raises an eyebrow, teasing. “Tell me.”
I shake my head, blushing furiously. Damn my dirty mind, not keeping my thoughts under control.
“Not talking?” Hunter drawls. “Shame. I’ll just have to take a guess.” His eyes meet mine, a direct challenge. “You want to know if I’m still as good as I was three years ago.
Suddenly, the air goes out of my lungs. I gasp, shocked by how blatant he is, but dammit, even more turned on. “Whatever.” I roll my eyes, desperately trying to stay cool. “That night was nothing special.”
“Bullshit.” Hunter’s gaze drifts lower. He smirks. I quickly cross my arms over my chest. “You loved it.”
“It was fine, I guess.” I make an exaggerated shrug. “You were just a kid. You didn’t know what you were doing.”
“I knew enough to make you come.”
My legs go weak. Hunter is still gazing at my body, eyes roving over my flesh with blatant desire. I know I should say something, make some kind of protest, or deny his arrogant claims, but I’m caught, frozen in his naked stare and the sexy, forbidden words coming from that perfect mouth.
“So what?” I finally manage, my heart pounding in my ears. I don’t know what I’m doing, taunting him like this, I just know I can’t stop. “That’s no real achievement. I can come anytime I want.” I waggle my fingers at him in a wave.
Hunter’s eyes flash with desire, and then he’s grabbing my wrists, shoving me back into one of the empty stalls until my back hits the wall. I gasp. “Not the way I do it.” Hunter growls, his jaw clenched with tension. “Not the way I make you feel.”
My pulse races, my gaze never leaving his. I’m trapped under his hold, Hunter’s body looming above me, a solid mass of muscle and power. “Well I’ve got news for you, darlin’. I’m not that kid anymore.” He leans closer, so his next words are only a whisper, the rough scratch of his voice sending a rush of quicksilver to my very core.
I feel a shudder of desire at the promise, but before I can catch my breath, Hunter’s lips capture mine in a punishing kiss.
I moan. If our kisses before were a lit fuse, this is the inferno, wild and demanding, and raging out of control. I arch up against him, straining at the grip on my wrists, but Hunter doesn’t release me. He doesn’t need to. His mouth ravages mine, totally possessing; his tongue plunging deep in my mouth, his body smothering mine. I’m powerless against the onslaught of pleasure, every last one of my protests obliterated under the thundering force of his kiss.
I moan into his mouth, desire consuming me with its raging flame. Hunter releases my wrists in answer, moving his hands to grip my thighs and wrap my legs around his waist. He lifts me off my feet as if I weigh nothing, slamming me down against a bale of hay and covering my body with his own. I shudder at his weight, pressing me down, overwhelming.
Hunter pulls back. “Take off your shirt.” He growls. I can only blink up at him, helpless. Can’t he see coherent thought is beyond me now?
Hunter’s expression darkens. “I said, take. Off. Your. Shirt.”
His words are slow. Deliberate.
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Melody Grace is the USA Today bestselling author of UNBROKEN and UNTOUCHED. A small-town girl turned SoCal beach-lover, she spent years with her nose in a book before deciding it was time to write them for herself. She loves bad boys, good books, and pistachio-flavored ice-cream.