Beckoning

Roan had searched forever for his soul mate. One night stands had grown old to him, and he wanted more. The first time he saw Natalie across the dimly lit bar, he knew she was the one. He had to have her. Could he be patient and wait to make her truly his? When their eyes collide, the chemistry is electric. One night could be his undoing and could be her last as he holds on by a quickly fraying tether. This short novella is fast paced and charged with sexual electricity.

As they walked out into the night air, she sucked in refreshing breaths. The smoke-filled bar always made her weary. He led her to an expensive little red sports car. She was impressed.

He pulled her into his arms and pushed her against the passenger door. The kiss he bestowed on her was passionate. The promise of passion was deeply embedded. He ran his fingers into her hair and pulled her close.

She could feel his need as he pushed his lower half against her. The feeling of her effect on him was heady, to say the least. Groaning, she lay back against the car and let him ravish her right in the parking lot. He pulled her even closer and rained a trail of kisses down her neck, stopping at her main artery to sniff the skin. Closing his eyes, he worked on his control.

Suddenly he pulled back and helped her stand up straight. "Let's move this party to my place." He unlocked the door and opened it for her to get in. Then he walked around to get in. As he drove toward his condo, he kept his hands tightly on the wheel. If he touched her, it could cause him to lose control.