This week’s Snippet Sunday is a scene from the first book of our Dark Legacy series — Bonded in Blood. You can buy a copy here or read it for FREE in KindleUnlimited.
“Well, that worked out better than I expected.” Morgan broke the silence as they entered Shadowfall. “And your girlfriend survived.”
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Taz’s denial was immediate.
“What then? Your fuckbuddy?” Morgan’s laugh was brittle. “Call it what you will. You’re sleeping with her.”
“You jealous?” Taz countered.
“No. Were you sleeping with her when you came to Vegas?”
“Hadn’t even met her,” Taz grinned. “You are jealous.”
“What have I got to be jealous about?” Morgan asked. “It was a weekend, not a declaration of eternal devotion.”
“It could have been more than a weekend if you hadn’t shot me.”
“Yeah, right,” Morgan laughed. “What happens in Vegas…”
“Stays in Vegas – yes, I know the saying. Doesn’t make it true though.”
Morgan shook her head. “I’m not talking about this anymore.”
Taz smiled, pushing the button to call the elevator. “So, you accept that there is a this to talk about?”
“No,” Morgan disagreed. “I’m saying you’re talking rubbish.”
Taz gave her a sidelong glance. “So, if I suggested we go back to my suite, take all our clothes off and roll around naked together – you’re telling me that wouldn’t tempt you?”
She scowled, ignoring the sudden heat that flooded her. “Absolutely not!”
Taz spun on his heel and leant forward until his lips were against her ear. “Liar,” he whispered, then continued the move which took him past her and into the waiting elevator car.
Morgan followed him more slowly, taking up position at the opposite side of the compartment, her arms folded across her chest. “I’m not lying.”
“Who are you trying to convince? Me or yourself?” Taz smirked, pushing the button to take them up to his floor.
“Convincing you doesn’t matter, does it?” As soon as the words left her mouth and Taz’s smirk became a full-blown smile, Morgan knew she’d made a mistake. “I meant that I don’t care whether you think I’m lying or not.”
A definite lie. Her heartbeat had sped up by a good five beats per minute since they had entered the elevator. And her scent … GOD … so strong he could almost chew it. More than likely involuntary, but it was sending a very clear message to Taz.
She wants me – no doubt about it.
And I want her. No use trying to deny it.
It’d been all he could do to keep his hands off her since she first showed up in Shadowfall. And that bothered him. Confused the hell out of him. She was a gorgeous woman, yes. But still, just a woman. One he’d already bedded. He rarely – very rarely – had any residual yearnings for any woman after the first dance between the sheets. It was always ‘been there, had that, what’s next?’. But this one – this one touched him in a way; in a place; none of the others had ever reached before.
“Why did you sleep with me in Vegas?” His complete change of direction made Morgan blink.
“It seemed like a good idea at the time. Now I’m not sure it was.”
“So, let me get this clear in my head. You decided, out of the blue, upon sight of me, that I’d be a great first lay?” He watched with some fascination as Morgan went scarlet.
“That wasn’t how it was!” she denied.
“How was it then?” He arched an eyebrow. “I would like to know. I’ve gone over that weekend in my head a million times and I can’t see why you felt the need to shoot me.”
“Why does everything have to be about you?”
“Because it was me who took the bullet?” He pushed himself away from the wall and took the three steps needed to stand right in front of her. “We had a good time. Hell, it was better than good. You wanted me as much as I wanted you. And then you fucking shot me!”
“I will shoot you again if you don’t back off.” There was a thread of warning in her voice.
“Tell me you don’t think about that weekend. That you haven’t once wondered what could have happened if we’d followed it through.”
“I don’t think about it,” Morgan repeated his words flatly.
“You are,” Taz planted his hands either side of her head and bent forward so their eyes were level, “a liar.”
“I am not lying,” she hissed in return.
“Then why do you want me to kiss you?” he asked.
“No?” Taz lowered his gaze, knowing hers would follow, to where her hands had risen of their own accord and were clutching at the lapels of his jacket. He timed his next move to perfection – waiting until Morgan’s eyes lifted to meet his — he smiled at her look of startled confusion and dipped his head to capture her lips.
Morgan’s first instinct was to fight and, had Taz attempted to hold her in place in any way she would have, but he touched her with nothing other than his mouth and even that was featherlight, easy to break away from, and she found herself straining forwards instead, chasing his lips with her own and it was her hands that gripped the material beneath her fingers tightly and hauled him closer.
“You know –“ an amused masculine voice brought them back to their senses, and they separated abruptly. “That’s why the emergency stop got invented.”