A Cougar's Claim (Charmed in Vegas Book 7) Read Online Free

conscious thought, the tight tips of her breasts collided with his lower chest.
    But then she recalled how he’d never tried to contact her. How he’d taken her innocence and destroyed all the fragile, incandescent hopes she’d shared with him. Hopes and dreams that had included him in her life. Screw him.
    “Look, I get it. We only knew each other a week, right? I mean, summer loves aren’t meant to last. It would have been nice if you hadn’t run away and left me in the truck alone, but we were just kids. All those voodoo dolls I made of you obviously didn’t work since you have all your hair and probably an eight pack under that shirt.”
    “Voodoo dolls?” The jerk smiled. He actually smiled and she had to fight the urge to smile back. “You care.”
    “I so do not care.” Rambling. She was rambling. But at least if she rambled, she wouldn’t cry in front of the man who’d pulverized her heart. “There’s no reason to be all weird about it now. It’s been like ten years or something. I don’t remember exactly because it was over so fast. Like, I’m not even sure how long ago it was because it was just so... Anyway, I’m sure you’ve gotten better at, ya know—” Rhiannon made a circle with her left fingers and poked her right index finger in and out of the space.
    The barest hint of color crept into his cheeks and the skin at the corner of his left eye twitched. “You’ve thought about me.”
    Rhiannon compressed her lips. She’d already embarrassed herself enough. He could smell the arousal still clinging to her like a second skin. “Only enough to try and curse you. It obviously never worked though.”
    “I’m sorry.” Kit’s nostrils flared. He reached toward her, hand palm up in supplication. “I am deeply, horribly sorry.”
    She wouldn’t do it. She wouldn’t take his hand. She wasn’t giving in that easily. “For what?”
    The hand fell to his side. “I know I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
    Not sorry for what he’d done ten years ago. Sorry for kissing her just now when she hadn’t even known who he was.
    “That’s right. You kissed me . Not the other way around.” Pressing her advantage, she shoved him back with her palm. “You assaulted me. With your tongue. And you groped me. Just, you know, had your hands...and I’m not saying it didn’t feel good or whatever but it was totally not cool. Pretty damn rude actually. I have a show tomorrow night and if I have to cover up a big ass hickey on my neck you’ll be sorry.”
    He reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear. “Rhiannon—”
    “Shush. And don’t play with my hair. This is serious. I can’t get on stage all marked up like I’m someone’s woman, can I? It destroys the illusion.”
    Kit shoved his hands in his pockets. “What illusion?”
    “The illusion that they can have me. That I’m available.” Frustrated and out of sorts, she banged her head against the wall behind her.
    “You’re not.” Heavy hands closed over her hips and dragged her forward.
    “Pfft. Says who? You?” Hot, wet suction closed over her throat. Pressing her thighs together to try and decrease the ache building there, she allowed the pleasure of his touch to wash over her for a few moments. This was the worst idea in the history of ideas. Worse than that time she wore her kitty cat dance costume through a hotel lobby during a furry convention. “Kit, get off me right now, or I’m going to neuter you.”
    Palm flat to the wall next to her head, he rested his forehead against hers. She should shove him away. She was so...so...so damn mad and hurt and confused and horny.
    “You can’t do this. I haven’t seen you in years . You can’t just grab me and kiss me and make me feel—” Ugh. Fuck this. “You’re an asshole.”
    “I know.” Cursing with his next heavy exhale, Kit toyed with her hair again. She slapped his hand away. “Tell me what to say. How I can fix this.”
    Anger simmered along with a dozen other