She was finally nineteen, but he made her want to be twenty-five, worldly and experienced. Being around Tristan, she wanted to be someone interesting. Which brought her back to a question that plagued her: Was he pretending to be interested, wanting another notch on his bedpost and thinking she’d be an easy target?
Or does he really like me? A nervous flutter stirred in her stomach again.
“Why did you really follow me to the bakery?” she asked.
For a man like him to come after her when the pub had been filled with plenty of pretty college girls, there had to be a reason. She wasn’t exactly the type of girl guys flocked after. She was a size twelve, definitely curvy, with brown hair and gray eyes. Not a stunning model or even like the prettier girls she’d seen on campus, those tall leggy British beauties who were similar to his cousin Celia.
Tristan bit into a forkful of cake, sucking chocolate off the prongs.
Kat stared at his mouth, remembering all too well how his lips had felt on hers.
“You’ve caught my attention, Kat.” He set his plate on the table by the bed and folded his arms over his chest.
“Your attention?” She avoided the bed and sat at her desk, where she nibbled on the cake. The flavors were decadent. The zing of the raspberry, the dark, almost erotic taste of the semi-sweet chocolate. Sinful.
“Yes.” He reached up to stroke his jaw. “Very few things attract my attention. But you did.” His brows drew together.
What did that mean? Kat had trouble swallowing. Maybe if she drank something…Kneeling by her fridge, she retrieved a small carton of milk.
“Want something to drink?” she offered.
“Yes. Thank you.” He rose from the bed and came up behind her. The warmth of his body seared hers as he reached around her to grab one of her mugs and fill it himself.
A shiver rippled down her spine, and she closed her eyes a brief moment, until he stepped back again. Then she raised her glass to her lips and hastily drank, trying to quench the thirst chocolate always created, and this newer thirst for the man not two feet from her. He was like a drug—one hit and she needed more. To feel that giddy rush when he pinned her against a wall, his hands exploring her curves, his mouth possessing hers…She was supposed to be playing it cool, and not letting him think he could get her into bed, at least not tonight. The fact that this was exactly what she wanted was very…very bad.
OTHER TITLES BY LAUREN SMITH
Historical
The League of Rogues Series
Wicked Designs
His Wicked Seduction
Her Wicked Proposal
Her Wicked Longing
His Wicked Embrace
The Earl of Pembroke
His Wicked Secret
The Last Wicked Rogue
Never Kiss a Scot (Coming Spring 2019)
The Earl of Kent (Coming Fall 2019)
The Seduction Series
The Duelist’s Seduction
The Rakehell’s Seduction
The Rogue’s Seduction
The Gentleman’s Seduction
Standalone Stories
Tempted by A Rogue
Sins and Scandals
An Earl By Any Other Name
A Gentleman Never Surrenders
A Scottish Lord for Christmas
Contemporary
The Surrender Series
The Gilded Cuff
The Gilded Cage
The Gilded Chain
The Darkest Hour
Love In London
Forbidden
Seduction
Climax
Forever Be Mine
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Paranormal
Dark Seductions Series
The Shadows of Stormclyffe Hall
The Love Bites Series
The Bite of Winter
Brothers of Ash and Fire
Mikhail
Rurik
The Lost Barinov Dragon (Coming Soon)
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Sci-Fi Romance
Cyborg Genesis Series
Across the Stars
The Krinar World of Anna Zaires
The Krinar Eclipse (Coming Soon!)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
USA TODAY Bestselling Author Lauren Smith is an Oklahoma attorney by day, who pens adventurous and edgy romance stories by the light of her smart phone flashlight app. She knew she was destined to be a romance writer when she attempted to re-write the entire Titanic movie just to save Jack from drowning. Connecting with readers by writing emotionally moving, realistic and sexy romances no matter what time period is her passion. She’s won multiple awards in several romance subgenres including: New England Reader’s Choice Awards, Greater Detroit BookSeller’s Best Awards, and a Semi-Finalist award for the Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Award.
To connect with Lauren, visit her at:
www.laurensmithbooks.com
lauren@Laurensmithbooks.com