“Why do I get the sense I’ve done this before,” he whispered.
Her eyes widened. He knew the image in his mind wasn’t a dream.
“Let’s see if I can remember more this time.” He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers. The touch didn’t startle him. Staring into her eyes, he deepened the kiss, running his tongue along her lips, seeking entry inside her mouth.
The response from her was immediate. Her hands circled his neck, her back arched.
She went up in flames in his arms.
The moment he didn’t want it to end, Natalie pulled away.
“What the hell happened all them years ago?” he asked.
There was several years between them, he couldn’t be sure how many. Ten he believed. She’d been the sister who’d been in school at the same time as Neal.
“Nothing.”
“Then why do I get a picture of you in my head with a ponytail and a shirt as a nightgown?” he demanded. His dick hurt in his trousers. His mind wouldn’t let go of the image.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m married, Luke.” She pulled away from him.#p#分页标题#e#
“Do you really think that’s going to stop me?”
She froze.
“My husband is not a man to be messed with,” she warned.
“I’m a Haney, sweetheart. I don’t give a fuck.”
Natalie stopped, turned and walked the few steps back to him. “I’m older than you. What happened back then shouldn’t have.”
“You were engaged to the prick, figures,” he snarled, every possessive instinct coming to life in him.
“Don’t mess this up, Luke. Please.”
She left him to deal with his thoughts.
What the fuck just happened?
Luke went back to the party in time to see Natalie leaving. He was a Haney and when a Haney wanted something, they went after it. Neal got Sandy. Luke wanted to know what was going on between him and the ice queen.
*The End*