Come Away with Me (With Me in Seattle, #1)

by Kristen Proby

I don’t think he’s going to harm me. Yeah, I’m sure the Green River Killer’s victims didn’t think he’d harm them either.

My heart gives a flip as he smiles, a true full-blown, no-holds-barred smile, wiping away the sadness, and shakes his head slowly. He could melt glaciers with that smile. End wars. Resolve the national debt crisis.

Say no, Nat. Go home. Go back to bed. Mmm…bed with Luke… Sweaty bodies, tangled sheets, his head between my legs, my body writhing as I come… Stop!

I open my mouth to speak and close it again. Holy Jesus, he wants to fuck me. Well, back at you, bossy man. “Saying that you don’t share implies that I’m already yours, Luke.”

I come fast and hard, pulling myself with my hands still clenched on the headboard off the bed, calling out Luke’s name, or I think that’s what I’m saying anyway. I may be speaking in tongues.

I’ve fallen in love with a beautiful, sexy, sweet, jealous control freak. Shit.