What happens to a songbird when she sings the wrong tune? She quickly finds herself in a flight for her life!
Garrick Honeybun was only at the Halloween fundraiser as a favor to his cousins and his Uncle Brick. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the singer, who stirred his senses like nothing he’d ever experienced, and had a voice like molten honey. In fact, he fully intended to tell her how much he enjoyed her singing.
Unfortunately, somebody got to her before he could. And when the guy who shoved her around behind stage showed up dead in the cloak room, Garrick’s beautiful songbird took a runner. Now Garrick had to find her, and when he did, he fully intended to find out why she killed the guy—and figure out how he could help her get away with it.
The glass shower door opened and Garrick’s head lifted.
Ena stood there, wearing only a hopeful look on her beautiful face. “I could really use a shower,” she told him by way of explanation.
Garrick straightened away from the wall, his heart pounding over her offer.
She was exquisite. Garrick’s breath halted in his chest at the sight. He wanted to say something witty and sexy, but his throat had closed and all he could do was give her his hand.
Clasping his fingers, she lifted a long, shapely leg and stepped inside, staying just outside the direct spray of the water. Heated mist covered her smooth, brown skin in glistening beads.
His gaze skimmed downward, from her face to the high, lush curves of her breasts and lower, to the narrow span of her waist.
Standing with one leg slightly cocked and a hand on the glass of the shower enclosure, Ena seemed completely relaxed under his slow perusal, like a woman who was comfortable in her own skin.
With good reason. She was truly stupendous.
Garrick skimmed a fingertip along her jawline. “Are you sure, songbird?”
She nodded, her tongue slipping out to taste his finger as he touched her lips. “I want the doubts and fear to go away for just a little while.” Her lips parted as she took a deep breath and a glistening drop slipped down her cheek.
It wasn’t water.
“Give me pleasant thoughts to replace the bad, Garrick.” She clasped his hand in both of hers, pulling it to her breast. “I just want to feel good for a little while.”
Warm, velvet skin met his palm, the hard, little nub of her nipple pressing against its center. He stepped closer and she gasped as his long, rigid shaft touched the soft skin of her belly. His hand enclosed the lush mound of her breast and his other hand found her hip, caressing the smooth flesh there. “I’d be honored to give you pleasure, Ena.”
She started to smile, but the smile slipped away as he went on.
“You’re vulnerable now, songbird. You’re scared and worried. This is not a good time to start a sexual relationship.”
She shook her head, reaching for him and pressing the gentle swell of her stomach against his shaft. As his world tilted under a wave of pure lust, her hands spread over his buttocks and she squeezed. Cocking her head she looked up at him as the cascading water painted her in glistening drops. “I’ve been taking care of myself and Jackson for ten years, Garrick. I’ve overcome fear and ignorance to make a life for the two of us. I’m no shrinking flower. I know what I want. And right now I want you.” She slipped her finger along his jaw as he’d done to her, smiling as her fingernail scratched against the bristle. Lifting to the tips of her toes, Ena pressed her lips against his and Garrick’s world shattered under the emotion the soft touch created.
Her lips quivered slightly and she halted there, her hands wrapped around his forearms, as she waited for him to decide if he would give her what she wanted.
Garrick knew what he wanted to do. He knew what he should do. But he couldn’t find a way to marry the two. He shook his head and started to step away. Her hand grasped his wrist, holding him in an iron grip.
Her eyes met his and he saw the strength there. It was a strength honed from conquering fear over and over again. It was a strength built on fighting back rather than shrinking away. Its existence was a measure of the woman standing before him. Ena Vargis didn’t run from things that frightened her. She didn’t turn away from things she didn’t understand. She took things head on and, as a result, had probably been hurt too many times to count. Garrick’s throat closed as he looked down into that fierce gaze. She was a damn impressive woman. A woman who’d earned her place in the world and would earn the greater heights she was climbing toward.
She was a woman who deserved the happiness she’d fought so hard to find. And he’d be damned if he would deny her the pleasure she was asking for when she needed it to keep on fighting.
In that moment Garrick was shocked to understand that she’d made an impossible decision easy for him. He reached down and unwrapped her fingers from his wrist, his chest tightening under the flare of pain and self-doubt his action brought into her gaze.
She dropped her head and started to step back. But Garrick didn’t release the hand he’d peeled from his wrist, instead he lifted it to his lips and placed a tender kiss in her palm.
Her chin lifted, her eyes widening slightly in surprise.
Garrick pulled her close and held her there with an arm around her waist. He smiled, enjoying the way the flash of doubt disappeared from the sexy topaz gaze. “I thought you’d never ask,” he told her finally.
Ena laughed and her breath fanned his face in softly delicious puffs as he lowered his lips to hers and let the doubts in his mind slip away like water sliding down the shower drain.