The Soldier's Scoundrel (The Turner Series, #1)

by Cat Sebastian

“Everything’s so easy with you,” Jack said, pulling back from the kiss. “It’s as if you don’t know what a bad idea this all is.” Rivington didn’t answer, he only reeled Jack in for another kiss, soft and needy and dangerous. They had shared so few kisses but already Jack had memorized the feel of Rivington’s lips against his own. The sweet taste of Rivington’s mouth now felt familiar, expected. And when Rivington tugged him closer, the press of their bodies was relief from an absence he hadn’t known existed. He ought to stand up. Hell, he ought to go back to London. Alone. He had no business feeling warm and safe in such proximity to a nobleman. This was like losing a hand of cards in a game where he had bet too much. But Jack didn’t gamble and he didn’t like the sick feeling that was growing in the pit of his stomach. But still, he let Rivington kiss him. He let the sensations sweep over him, as if this wouldn’t be the unmaking of him. “Oliver,” he said against the other man’s lips. He didn’t know when they had slipped into using Christian names, only that it was a bad idea and that he would keep doing it. “Hmmm?” Oliver’s lips lingered on Jack’s jaw. This was the moment, his last clear chance to get out of here unscathed. He ought to say something cutting, something utterly offensive, something even worse than the words he had spoken in the graveyard last night. But all he said was, “We need to get out of the road.” He supposed this was the moment that sealed his fate. “...