Rose, Exposed - Excerpt
Copyright © Afton Locke, 2016 - All Rights Reserved
“You’re so…dark,” she exclaimed. Instead of the disdain he expected, he heard fascination.
Come on, lady. Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a colored man before.
“Yes, I’m dark,” he agreed as he politely removed her hand, “which is why it’s not a good idea for us to sit alone
together in this car. Someone might come along and jump to the wrong conclusion.”
A conclusion that could get him beat, up or worse, with the Klan close by on Oyster Island.
But before he could stop her, she clasped both sides of his face and pressed her sweet mouth to his. Aw, hell.
A man only had so much self-control, and she’d just shattered his. Unable to stop himself, he plundered her delicate mouth.
Her lips reminded him of rose petals, and he sucked the sweetness out of them like a bee. The more he tasted, the more he wanted.
She opened, giving him access to her even sweeter tongue. Desire surged through him harder than a riptide.
Taking a big breath, he pulled away from her. “We can’t do this. You’re white.”
She looked down at her upturned palms. “Then I really do look white?”
Leroy frowned. “Aren’t you?”
For the first time, her smile disappeared, making him shiver in his wet clothes. “The truth is, I don’t know what I am.
I suppose that’s why I took this foolish drive.”
She must be biracial then, he realized, and not forbidden after all. The thought made him want to dance on the hood of
the car. She still looked white, though. If he didn’t have the time to court a girl his own color, he sure didn’t have any for a
complicated one like this.
“Kiss me again,” she demanded.
Without waiting for him to answer, she locked her hot, damp mouth on his again and tugged hard on his shoulders.
Before he knew it, he lay on top of her on the front seat. He wished her dress weren’t so thin when two round breasts pushed
against his chest and long, slender legs shifted restlessly under his. Dizzy with the scent of rain and her, he froze.
At the moment, nothing mattered except finding out if the rest of her was as sweet and yielding as her mouth. He didn’t
care if the entire Klan showed up, knocked on the window, and caught them lying on this slippery leather seat. It had been too
damn long since he’d had a woman. He needed to stop this while he still could.
“Do you know what you’re asking for?” Lust had turned his voice into a husky croak.
She laughed and touched his face again. “I don’t know. What am I asking for?”
This girl was crazier than he’d first thought. What if someone less honorable than himself had stopped instead? She
could’ve been raped.
“A whole lot of trouble.” He sat up. “Look, this is not the time or the place. Let’s get you home.”
The sooner he could be rid of her—before she derailed him from his job, family, and everything else that mattered—the better.