Saturday Snippet: Her POV

This week's snippet comes from The Cajun's Captive. Amanda St. James is our heroine in TCC and she's as southern as they come. Beautiful, strong, a dash sassy. I think this particular scene is rather lovely in that it shows how Amanda feels about Sebastian, our ultra hot Alpha hero. Not only does it show how she feels, it shows both sides of the coin: her frustration with him and her current situation and her feelings for him that have never really died as well as her desire for him now.

Enjoy!

"What are you thinking about in that beautiful head of yours?"

"Flattery will get you nowhere."

She had to stay strong. Use what little bit of strength and anger she had left. Being this close to him put her in serious danger of falling for his temptation. Falling under his spell. It was lust. She had to remember that. That's all he was offering.

"That's not true. Your pulse leapt the tiniest little bit when I called you beautiful. You can't deny it, Manda. Any more than you can deny your desire for me."

She huffed. Of course she desired him. She'd have to be blind not to. It ticked her off that she was so easy to read. So obvious in her attraction.

"You're full of it," she scoffed.

"You deny it?"

Before she could answer, he pulled the car to a stop on the shoulder. The sudden movement tossed her forward. The second they stopped, he was out of his seat and opening the back door. Her heart thundered in her chest. He had a dangerous look in his eyes. Water droplets pelted his shirt, clung to his hair.

Somehow, he folded himself into the backseat and then pulled her into his lap.

"What're you doing?" A shiver raced up her spine. He was too close. Much too close. He would surely read all the secrets in her eyes.

She looked away.

"Look at me, chérie."

She shook her head.

Patiently, he cupped her cheek in his hand. Dear God, she wanted to rub against it, wanted to feel his hands in her hair, his fingers against her lips, her skin, her breasts. This was madness. She'd come down here for a funeral, for goodness sakes. This wasn't supposed to happen.

Reluctantly she met his eyes.

"That's better." He stared at her as if searching for something. "Now tell me you don't desire me."

Looking at him made her stomach do little cartwheels. She was so tired of denying the truth. Denying her desire for him. She was tired of protecting herself all the time, of trying too damn hard not to be her mother.

She shook her head again, unable to say the words aloud, but couldn't help leaning into him. His hand stroked her side through the thick material of his robe and she yearned to remove the fabric. To be naked in his arms. To feel his skin against hers.

"That's right. You can't say it. It's not true. You've always wanted me, mon amour. Just as I've always wanted you."

Her eyes swerved up. He knew she'd had a crush on him? He'd always wanted her? What about what he'd said to Jules?

She started to speak but the words came out in a jumbled heap. The chill bumps came back full force and she shivered beneath the thick robe.

"Shh…" His gaze flicked to her lips and she licked them quickly. Hoping, praying he'd kiss her. Their breath mingled. God, how she'd dreamed of this. Of being this close.

"We need to get back on the road. Don't wanna get stuck out here with the storm a comin'."

He kissed her forehead and lifted her from his lap. That was it? That was all?

He came back here and told her how much he wanted her? And didn't even steal a kiss?

"Men," she mumbled.

He got out of the back seat, slammed the door and then opened his to get back in the driver's seat.

She wanted to scream. She wanted to tell him to get back here and put her out of a dozen years of lust-filled misery.

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