The Heart Wants What It Wants

"Are you attempting to seduce me?" The man's voice was cold with anger.

Pinned against the bed, Gracie Jones boldly reached up, her fingers tracing a path from his abdomen upward.

She could distinctly feel that at her touch, his muscles tightened immediately.

Her finger halted at his lips, highlighted by her stark wine-red nail polish.

"Yes, are you open to the idea, Waylon?"

The man restraining Gracie was Waylon Hughes, the uncle of her ex-husband.

With a half-smile, Waylon took in her fearless yet poised expression. "Doesn't it worry you that my nephew might find out?"

"He's already my ex," Gracie said, her smile subtle.

Today marked the official end of her marriage to Lorenzo Hughes.

Waylon's face hardened at her words. Releasing her neck, he said sharply, "I'm not interested in you. Leave."

Gracie quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice a soft murmur in his ear, saying, "Waylon, interest isn't just spoken about; it's proven by actions."

Gracie's warm breath against his neck caused a blush to rise to his ear.

He swallowed hard.

Gracie's hand continued its exploration of his abdomen. "You might say one thing, Waylon, but your body seems to disagree."

Heat flooded Waylon's lower abdomen. A tingling sensation spread from the place Gracie had touched.

It was a feeling he had never experienced before.

Waylon grasped her roving hand, his tone firm. "There's a price to getting close to me."

Overcome by his desires, he pressed his lips to hers, her sweet, floral scent enveloping them.

Gracie's clothes were quickly removed...