Title: Taking the Fight Series: Gloves Off – Next Generation Author: L.P. Dover
Romantic Suspense, Sports Romance; MMA Fighters, Female MMA Fighter Mafia Romance, Alpha Male, Dark, Edgy, Underground Fighting Ring, Sexy Friends to Lovers, Best Friend’s Sister
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Heart racing, I closed my eyes, wishing like hell I could get Braden out of my mind. I’d misjudged him tonight and made a mistake because of it. I wanted to know why he initially turned Annika down. It wasn’t until he heard I was going to the ball with Finn that he’d changed his mind.
Again, I looked over at my handbag. Dammit! I’m going to call him.
Stomach in knots, I jumped off the bed and reached in my bag for my cell. I clicked on Braden’s number and was about to hit call when someone pounded on my door. It was late and I had no clue who it was. For all I knew, it could be Nikolai and I wasn’t about to invite that disaster into my place.
Slowly, I crept down the hallway and set my phone on the couch just as another knock vibrated the floor.
“Reagan, it’s me,” Braden shouted, his voice dark and impatient.
Blowing out a relieved sigh, I hurried to the door and unlocked it. The second it opened, Braden rushed in and slammed it closed. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his smooth, chiseled chest. I wanted to touch him.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice just above a whisper.
Braden ran a hand through his dark hair, his eyes wild. “I need answers, Reagan. What the fuck is going on with you and the suit?” He grabbed me by the shoulders, and I sucked in a breath. The green of his eyes was darker: raw and intense. When I didn’t say anything, he stepped closer, tightening his grip on my shoulders. “You drive me crazy, Reagan. All I wanted to do was show you that I wanted you, but everything went to shit. I can’t take it anymore.”
My breaths came out in rapid pants. “What are you saying?”
His hands grasped my face, and he pushed me against the wall, his lips crushing mine. There was an urgency, a demand in the way he kissed me. It lit my entire body on fire. A moan escaped my lips, and I gave in as all the pent-up emotions I kept bottled up sprang out of me. I wanted him. I needed him.
I clutched his hair in my hands and held him to me, ravishing him the way he ravished me. Then, all too soon, he pulled away, leaving me breathless and wanting more.
“That’s all I needed to know.”
Turning on his heel, he walked out the door and I couldn’t move. I had to lean against the wall for support. My pulse raced so fast I could feel it pound in all my pressure points. Braden’s thunderous steps boomed down the stairs, and a few seconds later, I heard his car door slam and the rev of his engine. I traced my lips with my fingers, the electricity coursing through them as if Braden was still kissing me. What in the world just happened? Why did he leave so quickly after such a monumental occasion? If I didn’t taste him on my lips, I’d say I imagined it all.