Sequel to 'Choices'.
When he said, "It's no where near enough-" he really did mean it after all.
Hardin Scott has held a stunning record at breaking hearts, especially when he is served Theresa Young's.
Bleeding in love, Tessa has concluded that pe...
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There are only a few rare things in life that I didn't realise I needed on a life saving basis until I had them.
Hardin Scott's kiss invented that list.
As he held my face between his hands, his long, steady fingers laced in my hair and his toned body flushed against mine, I feel like this, this is my simple happy place.
His mouth moves skilfully over mine, exploring every crevice, his cologne hitting my senses like cocaine and I feel an intensifying knot in my abdomen as I wind my hand behind his neck.
Taking it as his cue, he grinds me further into the cold mirror behind my back and slides a hand around the nape of my neck. I curl my fingers at the bottom of his hair, kissing him back and relishing the unworldly feel of it.
It has been so fucking long.
Eventually, Hardin parts, leaning back to look at my face with a heavy pant, his passionate breaths fanning my lips. Slowly as air returns to my system, I open my eyes to the adoring eyes of his gazing at me like I finally- matter.
"But you didn't. You didn't run away because you loved better than I could. And I need you to do it again, I need you to love better than me."
His pleading whisper and deplorable eyes against the flush warmth of his burning face slash through any last shred of sanity I might have had.
I shut my brain, throw it out of the window, grab the hem of Hardin's t-shirt at the neck and flip him against the mirror beside me.
He lands with a sudden jolt making the glass tremor slightly and I waste no second before taking his lips into mine, swallowing the short gasp of shock that erupts through his mouth.
Hardin throws his hands to my waist, yanking me closer against his body, so much so that I could map every single line on his skin underneath the fabric of his t-shirt in my head.
Apparently my out of the blue boldness had aggravated his passion as he emanates a low growl through the deepest corner of this throat that makes my toes curl inside my shoes.
