A Festive Feud (Strawberry Hollow, #2)

by Maren Moore

She’s impossible not to notice. Even if she’s my enemy by birthright.

She’s more than beautiful. She’s the kind of beautiful that sucks out all the air in a room the moment she enters.

But I have to admit, I love messing with Emma Worthington, to drive her as crazy as she does me. I want to push every button she has just to get a rise out of her.

My head dips lower to respond to whatever insult she’ll spew, and she rises ever so slightly on her toes to reach my height. Call it what you want, but I think she just might want me to kiss her as badly as I want to kiss her right now.

“I’m pretty sure you moaned my name in your sleep.” He smirks. “Wouldn’t be the first time though.” “I loathe you.” He shrugs. “Feeling is mutual, Emmie.”

But… I also don’t know how it’s physically possible for me to be around this man for longer than thirty seconds without wanting to rip his clothes off while simultaneously wanting to punch him right in his smug face.

Maybe this thing won’t be so bad after all, especially if I can make her blush like that again. Only next time… maybe it’ll be with my tongue.

Every single time she opens her mouth to be a little brat, I want to put her on her knees and fill it.

There is nothing gentlemanly about the way I want to fuck her. Nothing gentlemanly about the things I want to do to her.

There are only a few things in life that I believe would truly bring me to my knees, and I know without a doubt that this is one of them. Emma Worthington is one of them.

That’s when I realize, with the thrashing of my heart in my chest, the flutter of my pulse, the ribbon binding my wrists, the feel of his lips along my skin… that there won’t be any going back to how it was before Jackson.

“It’s like you were made for me. Every inch of you was made to bring me to my knees, Emma.”

“I’m crazy about you. You realize that, don’t you?”

“I’m pretty crazy about you too.”