by R. Scarlett
She answered him with a soft peck.
Tensley’s fingers toyed with her hair and smoothed it back to trace along her jaw until she tilted her head back to gaze up at him. With hooded eyes, she saw the man, the beast, the one who held her heart.
“Tensley,” she said, and his lips found hers, softly, viciously, attempting to heal what was broken.
Oh how she wished he could heal those internal bruises.
Her fingers ran through his thick dark hair and she fell down with him following after. Spinning, tipsy, and drunk off his bruising and healing kisses. His hands on her, so strong, his mouth so skilled, artfully mapping her sensitive spots that made her toes curl and her back arch, surrendering to him.
He paused, pressing his forehead to hers, and breathed hard out through his nose. “Tell me to stop, because I don’t think I have enough restraint.” Another hard breath moved her hair around and she stared up at his brows, which were pulled together in a look of concentration. When his eyes met hers, they were dangerous, thirsty, ravenous. “Molly, I want—”
She slanted her mouth against his, catching the sacred words with a sweep of her tongue. He slid his hands under her blouse and gripped her waist, moving up until his fingers brushed her lacy bra.
Once his mouth found her neck, he bit the tender flesh there and sucked it between his teeth, a moan slipping through her lips. Chills broke out on her skin as he devoured her, ruining her as she wanted.
He hooked his fingers under her bra and exposed her breasts, his large hands palming first gently, then savagely.
She kissed him back, bleeding into his mouth, bleeding her entire being into him, because this was goodbye for now.
He slid one finger along her slit and then entered her slowly with a single digit, teasing, testing. He worked carefully, going deeper and deeper, reaching her sensitive depths. Soon he positioned his hefty length and with the slow steadiness of an expert, Tensley filled her.
“I’m yours,” he said, low and throaty.
Together they fell into a blissful hell.
Innocence was bliss, and oh, how she missed it.
MOLLY STARED AT the rectangular blue and white box in her hands. The longer she stared, the more her stomach dropped and heat spread up her neck.
“Miss?” someone called, and Molly turned, wide-eyed, to the cashier. The Indian woman nodded at the object in her hand. “Are you going to buy it?”
Molly glanced down at the cardboard box and squeezed it in her fist.
At the sound of a baby crying, she looked up. Outside the small store in the airport was a woman holding a fussy baby, cooing and swaying to calm the infant.
I can’t be. I can’t be. It’s too dangerous.
“Miss?”
Molly snapped back to the cashier and nodded. “Yes, yes.” She brought the box to the counter, paid, and stuffed it into her purse.
It felt heavier, burning a hole in her luggage, but she couldn’t look at it. She kept walking, focused on the neon sign for the women’s bathroom up ahead.
She threw open the bathroom door and halted, glancing at all the closed stall doors.
“Dammit,” she whispered, her chest beginning to hurt. She paced, wrapping her arms around her middle and begging for someone to finish.
When a stall door began to open, she let her arms drop and moved—
“Flight AA234 to Paris, France, final boarding,” the speakers blared above. Molly’s shoulders fell and she fisted her hands. “Final boarding.”
She spun, speed walking through the aisle to the boarding area. Seeing the long line, she sat down, hoping to gain control over her nerves before she boarded.
What would Tensley think? He’d go ballistic if it was true.
She thought of Fallen and his superior smile as he sentenced her to death.
“Shit,” she muttered. She closed her eyes, shielding them from the noisy people around her, and took even, deep breaths. She counted the days of her pills. She couldn’t think of missing any, but everything had been chaos around Cree and the Hamptons. She couldn’t be, it was too soon, too fast.
Calm down, calm down.
“Are you all right?” a woman asked, rubbing her baby’s back. Another baby. Molly stared at the newborn’s button nose and rosy cheeks, her stomach dropping. “You look like you’re going to be pass out.”
Molly’s attention snapped back to the woman. Slowly, she nodded.
She couldn’t help thinking of Lance’s words.
Because Molly Darling couldn’t be pregnant.
Not now.
Not with Tensley’s child.
She’d be sentencing her unborn child to a cruel death by Fallen’s hands.
It would mean her own death, and ultimately, it would mean sentencing Tensley to Beau’s fate.
He’d become a heartless demon.
First off, I would love to thank my parents and family who support me every step of the way.
I wouldn’t have been able to produce such an amazing book without the help of my two good friends, Marjorjie and Stephanie. You girls went beyond anything I could imagine and were the most helpful, understanding, beautiful people I’ve ever met. They listened to every idea, every step of the way and I am so overwhelmed, so grateful for their generosity that I’m not sure how I’ll repay, but probably in books, tons and tons of book (LOL!) Also M, I’m really happy your mom approved of the title. She’s the bomb dot com.
Thank you to all my wonderful beta readers: Yvette, Taylor, Kim, Pam, Vasiliki, Alison, Emma, & Megan. You ladies took in every detail and made the book so much better. Thank you all for taking the time to read it when it was in a less than perfect condition. Love you all!
Of course, I cannot thank my three girls: Caley, Megan, & Breanne for listening endlessly to me babble about every single, tiny detail and asking a million times for advice or an opinion. I would be lost without you ladies in my life.
Thank you to my editors: Ashley Carlson, Ami Deason, Caitlin, and my beautiful formatter and graphic designer of the cover, Regina Wamba. You girls rock and thank you for helping me in a time crunch!
Thank you to all the bloggers that went out of their way to promote and review Body of the Crime. Any post or teaser matters.
And lastly and very importantly, thank you to my readers. You make this possible and I am so honored for you to take a chance to read my novels. I hope you enjoyed the second part to Molly and Tensley’s journey.