Captain Swan - Wild at Heart

THIS IS A SNEAK PEEK ONLY!!!

Sneak peek for chapter 8

Emma's initial reaction when she woke up that morning was to fall into panic mode. Remembering the prior night's activities and feeling the warm, naked body pressed to hers made her twitch instinctively; the urge to overreact was irrepressible. She was supposed to be getting married. Even if she were calling it off, she hadn’t done the deed just yet. There wasn’t a doubt that she wanted to, but the questions still remained in her mind, gnawing away at her insides. Could she could go through with it? Would she have the guts to call it off? If she did, how would her parents react? She didn’t wish to make them upset, especially after everything they went through with the planning and postponing.

Shit.

Could she actually call off this wedding? It’s not like Emma hadn’t been unfaithful before, but the one-time romps on her desk were nothing compared to Killian.

Judging by the satisfied ache, the feeling of being stretched in the best possible way, and the manner of which her heart sped up whenever she was near him, Emma was sure that there was no going back. And she didn’t want to be one of those cheating wives at all, let alone one who was in love with the man she was sneaking around with – shit!

Emma suddenly sat up; she was on the verge of freaking out. How in the world could she–? No, this was a mistake. She couldn’t possibly be– she’s only know him for a few days (the first of which she hated his guts!). No, this was utterly impossible and completely absurd!

Emma wanted to run, putting as much distance between her and Killian as she could. There was no way she could be falling in love with a thief!

She was about to get up, but when she started pushing the covers away, she felt a gentle hand on her arm which made her pause. His touch flooded her body with warmth, and when he pressed lustful kisses to her bare skin – her shoulder, her neck, her collarbone – his lips were also warm, making every inch of her skin tingle. It was heavenly.

“Love, you’re not thinking of running away from me again, are you?” His lips continued the path along her neck and ear, his breathing shallow and his voice low – almost a whisper – sending off vibrations over her skin that went directly to her core. “I would despair if you did.”