Free Fighting Chance (Misty Grove Book 1) by Victoria Paige Page A

“There’s a lot more story behind it, isn’t there, Cassie? But I know short of torturing it out of you, you’re not going to tell me a damned thing.”
    “Why are you here, Trent?”
    “I can’t get you out of my mind.”
    Cassie was struck mute by his blunt confession.  
    He stepped forward, right behind the window where the last rays of the summer sun were battling with the horizon, casting him in shades of black and gold. His face was in the shadows, yet she could feel his penetrating gaze studying her like a predator. She was also starkly aware of the rip in her tank, the top of her breasts exposed to the stifling heat of arousal thickening the air between them.
    “I thought I’m not your type.”
    “I never said that. I said you’re unlike the women I usually go for.”
    “Are we gonna argue semantics?” Cassie scoffed.
    “No, we’re not. You were right. I want my women sweet and proper, but I understand now the difference between what I want and what I need.”
    Trent moved forward another step, revealing the heat in his eyes.
    Cassie retreated and bumped the console table behind the couch, frozen to the spot by the hypnotic gaze of the man before her.
    “You’re what I need, Cassie. I can’t get that kiss out of my head, the feel of your body against mine. I want—no, I need to get inside you so deep and feel your vulnerability and warmth from the inside out.”
    Vulnerability? What the hell is he talking about?
    “So you’re here to fuck me out of your system?”
    He visibly stilled, his hands clenching and unclenching beside him. “No, Cassandra, I’m afraid I need more.”
    “I can’t give you more. Besides, why do you need more when you won’t be around for long.”
    “I’ll be here.”
    “What?”
    “The reason I didn’t push you four days ago was not because I didn’t want you, but because I didn’t know how to have you without fucking it up. If I don’t win re-election as sheriff, Atlanta is an option, and it’s only two hours away from here.”
    “Whoa!” Cassie’s brain needed to catch up with her sudden heart palpitations. “Hold. The. Fuck. On. Sheriff.”
    “Trent,” he prodded a bit smugly.
    “What?” Her head was spinning. He would stay for her?
    “I’m not in uniform and I intend to kiss you again.” He reached for her, wrapping his arms around her with one hand slipping under the loose leg of her shorts to cup her ass. Cassie gasped as wet heat spasmed from her core. His head lowered beside her face, his breath fanning her cheek. “Although I’m not sure kissing’s gonna be enough this time, hellcat.” He raised his head to stare at her. “I want a taste.” His hand moved to cradle her mound. Eyes that were scorching before now turned molten.
    “Stop it,” she hissed. “I don’t want you.” Her treacherous body belied her words as she arched toward him. She craved him. She wanted his body to cover her and pound her into submission.  
    Fingers brushed against her very soaked panties. Cassie was wound so tight, if he flicked her clit even through her underwear, she would come.  
    “This,” he husked, as he slipped his fingers past the edges to stroke her slippery folds, “makes you a liar.” A groan rumbled up his throat as he pushed a finger inside her, sliding in wetly a few times before adding a second one. “You’re slippery as fuck.”
    “Oh, God!” Her mouth fell open as intense sensations spread through her body. He ruthlessly subdued her cries by kissing her fiercely. The need, the pent-up frustration, was evident in the way his mouth dominated hers as their tongues and teeth clashed in their desperate attempt to get closer to each other. With a growl, he yanked down the cup of her bra and captured a breast, sucking and rolling its nipple on his tongue.
    “Trent!”
    “That’s it, babe, I want to hear you beg.” With his fingers fucking her hard, Cassie was in sensory overload and the pressure between her thighs grew