Author: Yuwanda BlackPublisher: Inkwell Editorial Publishing
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 77
Book Description
PREVIEW “I don’t mean to be harsh Kammille, but you mean to tell me that after four years of being in a relationship with you – and a year of being engaged to you -- that he wasn’t sure that’s what he wanted. I mean, y’all were living together already. It’s not like he was in for a big surprise. But he backed out, which says to me that he had no clue as to what he wanted from your relationship. And when a man doesn’t know what he wants, he’s likely to do all types of stupid crap -- like lose control over his finances and lose control over his sperm. This makes him non-marriage material in my book. I don’t care how fine he is, how much money he makes, or how nice he is.” “Well Omar didn’t have any children. And his credit was just a little banged up. It’s nothing that couldn’t have been fixed. People bounce back from bad credit all the time Liza.” “But few of them bounce back from indecisiveness – especially at his age. Not to beat a dead horse, but if he was in his twenties with ‘banged-up credit,’ as you put it, I could maybe see it Kammille. But Omar was 34 – long past when he should have had his shit together. And his pride should have made him not allow you be the sole signor on that mortgage. Good thing you didn’t need him to pay the bills. You’d be stuck with a big ole mortgage all by yourself. Now you’re just stuck by yourself. But that won’t last. One thing he did get right is that you’re an awesome catch!” Kammille didn't realize how prophetic her business partner's words would be when she planned her getaway to South Beach, Miami. It's exactly the break she'd needed after her engagement was called off a year ago. ### Landon’s eyes followed every delectable sway of her picture-perfect backside as she walked in front of him. Tonight was turning out to be a helluva lot better than his day. Kammille could feel his eyes on her. They were like an ass-laser, trained to hone in on exactly one spot – her backside. She felt heated, from the swell of her butt to the intimate crease between her thighs. She hadn't decided whether she was flattered or pissed off about where his impossibly gorgeous eyes were focused. “As this is our second meeting, I suppose the first thing we should do is get introductions out of the way. I’m Landon; Landon Shaw,” he said, extending a large hand across the table for her to shake. Nice to meet you, Mr. Shaw. I’m Kammille Howard,” she said, taking his hand, which swallowed hers. She liked the feeling. It made her feel feminine and protected. It’s all part of the game extremely handsome men like him played with women, she reminded herself; you'd do well not to forget it. ### “I’m not the kind of person who dwells on what could have been. I focus on what is. And right now before me is a beautiful woman ... one I’m going to kiss,” he forewarned, his strong, warm hand cupping her right jawline. “Resist me if you must,” he said, those penetrating grey eyes disturbingly close to hers, “but I could never live with myself if I didn’t at least try.” Before she could even begin to formulate how to control her ragged breathing, or still the blood coursing throughout her body, his exceedingly soft lips commandeered hers. It truly was like a proverbial match to a flame. It had been over a year since she had been kissed. And it felt so good. And he was so good at it. Kammille wrapped her arms around his waist, feeling the hardness of his cord-like strength as he pulled her to him, deepening the kiss. The force of what was building within her was crippling … crippling her ability to think, to form a cohesive thought, to resist … even a little. Shards of desire, passion, longing, loving and sheer lust made her forget all of her resolve about ‘men like him’, saving her intimate self for marriage, and her fears of getting hurt. The only thing she felt in his arms was raw, naked need.