Into Temptation (A More Than Men Novella) by Kira Sinclair Read Free Book Online Page A

understand what he was trying to say.
    His palm heated, getting hotter and sending a radiant light slipping deep inside her. Her skin glowed.
    “You’ve been made a pawn in a game that up until a few days ago you weren’t even aware was being played.” A frown pulled against the corners of his mouth. Evie ran the pad of her finger across them. Smooth, perfect.
    “You’ve already slipped. What’s the harm in letting me see them again?”
    He shrugged. There was a rustling, more a disturbance of air than a real sound. And then they were there, stretched out before her.
    His back arched, and his eyes closed in bliss. It was unexpected.
    “Does it hurt? To keep them in?”
    “Not really, but it’s better when they’re out. Like when you sit in one position too long. Moving that first time hurts, but the rush of blood back into your body feels so good.”
    Evie reached to touch but hesitated. What was the etiquette?
    “Go ahead. You’ve touched every inch of me already; why stop now?”
    The teasing glint was back, but Evie didn’t let it deter her. She played across the tip of the feathers. Most of them were stark white. The kind of color that was so blinding you couldn’t look directly at it. But at the very edges they were tipped in the deepest, darkest shade of crimson red. It reminded her of the blood that had smeared across her fingers last night. His blood.
    What did that color mean?
    And did she really want the answer to that question?
    She remembered picking up bird feathers when she was a little girl. She’d loved running the soft surface against her cheek, even if her mom had frowned and told her they were dirty. Bending down, she did the same thing now, letting Brone’s feathers tickle.
    She closed her eyes and breathed deep. By touch she found the hard edge of spine that connected the massive span to his shoulder blades. She explored the place where the expected and inconceivable met just beneath his skin. How was it possible for him to hide such an integral part of himself?
    Maybe if her eyes had been opened, she’d have missed the subtle signs her touch created. The hitch in his breath when she stroked down the ridge below his shoulder blade. Or the way he arched into her hands, asking for more. His hips shifted against the bed.
    A burning hum started deep inside her, but she stayed to explore some more. Finally, after what felt like agony and heaven mixed together, Brone twisted and swept her back down beside him.
    Rolling them together, he pressed them skin to skin.
    “The rest of me is feeling neglected,” he growled in her ear. She heard the heat in his voice, felt the echo of it throb deep inside her body.
    “Well, we can’t have that.”
     
    “I can give you what you want.”
    Evie caught the reflection of the man — angel — in the mirror in front of her. He lounged in the doorway, arms crossed over his wide chest, and watched her.
    They’d spent the last several days together. She wasn’t sure, but she thought Brone recognized just how much she’d needed the distraction of him and the connection they’d found in her bed.
    She’d woken this morning, her body curled tight around his, but instead of the buzz of remembered pleasure, dread had poured into her.
    Her days were spent trying a case that was rapidly slipping through her fingers. Desperation clung to her skin with a relentless stink. Maybe if she hadn’t been constantly distracted by the thought of her daughter caught in Monroe’s clutches, she could have come up with a strategy that would win the case. But she didn’t think so.
    Her arguments were slowly unraveling, being picked apart by an army of high-priced lawyers. She was losing the jury. Most of them refused to even look her in the eye.
    The case would be over in a few days. Megan would return from her dad’s. Evie was going to buckle beneath the unrelenting pressure of indecision. What was she going to do? How was she going to protect her daughter?
    At first