Surrender: A Dangerous Man #4
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“Isn’t enough that I can’t stop thinking about you Sophie?” he says, his voice low and persuasive. “What else do you want from me?”
Surrender is the fourth and final book in this erotic romance series by Serena Grey.
Sophie chose to be alone rather than be with David Preston, the man who has her heart, and yet refuses to share his. Now she’s trying to make a life for herself, a life that will not include him.
But how can she get over a man who refuses to let her go, especially when he can still set fire to her blood with just one touch.
~Excerpt~
It’s the way he says my name. I think helplessly as my whole body starts to ache. It feels like a caress, moving from my ears to enfold me like smooth velvet. I feel paralyzed, overwhelmed by emotion. How can he make me feel like this with just one word? I should say something, but I can’t seem to find anything in my head that makes sense, all I want is to hear his voice again.
“Sophie?” He says again. This time it’s a question.
“Hello.” I choke out with a voice that sounds nothing like my own. I’m desperately trying, and failing to get my thoughts and feelings in order. He is silent, but I can imagine him listening, waiting for me to say something. I can imagine the frown on his brow. I can imagine every inch of his beautiful face, his perfect body.
“Sophie, are you all right?”
I hate that he sounds so concerned, because it makes me want to believe that he cares about me. It makes me want to admit that I’m not all right, that I miss him, that I’ve missed him every moment since I walked away from him.
“I’m fine,” I say through the sudden thickness in my throat. Somewhere in my brain, there’s the knowledge that I had a reason for calling, but I can’t seem to remember.
We’re both silent. I search for words, desperate to say something, to communicate anything other than how affected I am just by the sound of his voice.
“I was just thinking about you,” he says softly.
My chest suddenly feels too tight. I hate myself for how those words make me feel. I hate the hope that soars in my heart at the simple announcement, and the urge to convince myself that he wouldn’t be thinking about me unless he cared.
“David…” I begin tentatively, unsure what I’m going to say. My emotions are all over the place. I’ve never been so confused. He has only said a few words, but he’s already succeeded in stirring my memories, my body, and my heart.
Get real sweetheart, this has always been about sex.
The recollection of his cruel words pulls me out of my traitorous, yearning thoughts. I’m being a fool, I realize, in allowing myself to want him so much it colors my reasoning. Of course, he doesn’t care about me. He doesn’t love me. He told me so himself, and there no reason to assume otherwise just because he has a voice that sounds like temptation.
