Excerpt:
“Jinx.”
A dark, deadly growl. A snap of a snarl.
My head swooped up. My eyes caught his as he slammed to a stop, blocking the path. His suit hung in tatters. His blazer had been thrown off behind him. His shirt flayed open, torn buttons hanging off broken threads, his belt slinging haphazardly from belt loops, his fly unzipped, and feet bare from his normal pristine shoes.
For the first time since I’d arrived, Sully Sinclair glistened with sweat. His cold-blooded persona had succumbed to the island heat, dousing his skin in moisture.
My heart threw itself into torment, racing, and smoking, growing its own pair of legs and begging to run. I massaged my chest where it kicked and coughed, doing my best to stay calm.
I’d done this.
I’d applied makeup and dressed in a gown and stared at my reflection, knowing I was sacrificing myself to a ruthless, rabid beast.
Yet committing to an idea and then coming face to face with the ramifications were very different things.
Sully took a step toward me.
A single step.
Slowly.
Ever so slowly.
As if still fighting the vapid manic urges. “Get to your villa. Lock your fucking door.”
I licked my lips at the brokenness of him, the filthy greed and feverish longing. “You came after me.”
He shook his head, squeezing his eyes closed as another wave of lust buckled his body. When he opened his gaze again, the blue glowed otherworldly, sickly, dementedly. “No. I’m—” He groaned. “I’m trying to get to my villa before…” His fists clenched. “I can’t be close to—” He raised his gaze, snarling, “Go! What the fuck are you waiting for? I told you to run. So run!”
“I’m done running.” I spread my hands. “I was coming back…for you.”