AIRICKA PHOENIX

Calla McClain had done a great number of questionable things in her past, getting drunk at a friend’s wedding and winding up in bed with the man she loved should have been a dream come true. Only their one night of mind blowing sex wasn’t the only mistake she’d made in her intoxicated stupor.

Waking up hitched to the girl he’d been in love with since they were sixteen suited Jared just fine. He was in no hurry to cut those papers up, no matter how hard the new Mrs. Dumont insisted she was no good for him. He wasn’t going to let her keep them apart, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to let her walk away now that she belonged to him.

But can Jared accept the demons snapping at Calla’s heels? Can he convince her they were perfect for each other? And what will happen when they learn that getting married was the least of their problems?

 Fuck it.

    Maybe it was the alcohol clouding his thoughts, or the fact that he’d been dying to taste her since they were sixteen, but he kissed her. He kissed her like he was drowning and she was the only source of air available. He kissed her with all the madness, need, and desperation pounding through him like a marching band. And she moaned deliciously and melted into him. Her arms tightened and she staggered up onto her toes for more. Her breasts crushed into the plane of his chest, the nipples hard and prodding despite the layers of clothes between them. She tasted like champagne and the chocolate off the cake. His already over intoxicated brain went straight into the red zone, the point of no return.

    “Stop!” He viciously pried his mouth off hers. “Stop or God help me, I’ll take you right here.”

    Eyes a stormy blue of all the emotions roaring through him, she stared up at him with her cheeks flushed and her lips a wet, swollen mockery driving him to madness.
“I’m not easy,” she whispered, her voice a hoarse croak.

    Jared wanted to laugh, but couldn’t find the sense. “Jesus, baby, there’s nothing easy about you.”