You Are My Reason Read online Willow Winters (You Are Mine Duet #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: You Are Mine Duet Series by Willow Winters
Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
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You Are My Hope (You Are Mine Duet #2)

Author/Writer of Book/Novel:

Willow Winters

Language:
English
ISBN/ ASIN:
B08FGQSPXH
Book Information:

From USA Today bestselling author W Winters comes an emotionally gripping romantic suspense.
Mason Thatcher gave me chills when I first laid eyes on him. The good kind. The kind that make your body ache, and your heart hammer.
It’s not fair that his touch eased my pain. That his lips on mine made my worries vanish. That his love gave me a reason to breathe again.
With him I felt complete, as if fate had given me a second chance.
Then I learned the truth: the sins and secrets of what had really brought us together. I only hope we could go back. I never could have imagined this.
This is the second book in the You Are Mine duet. The first book is You Are My Reason.
Books in Series:

You Are Mine Duet Series by Willow Winters

Books by Author:

W. Winters

Willow Winters



Prologue

Mason

One month ago

Don’t let them see.

Her words echo in my head as I stalk toward the quiet bedroom. She whispered them against my lips last night. The cool air slipped between us as she broke our heated kiss and slowly opened her eyes in the dark of night.

The streetlamp shined down around us like a spotlight on the back porch of her place on the Upper East Side. The city life slept quietly so late at night—or early in the morning, depending on how you look at it. Only the sinners like us were left awake.

Don’t let them see. She left me with the parting plea and here I am… complying with her wish.

I’ve never crept through anyone’s back door before. Not once in my life have I had to sneak around like this.

I don’t want to keep this up, but here I am. What the hell has this woman done to me? I’m wrapped around her little finger.

She doesn’t want anyone to notice me walking through her door because she’s ashamed. I know that’s why she doesn’t want people to know we’re together.

This isn’t a fling; this isn’t a rebound fuck. There’s something more to us now, but she still doesn’t want the world to know.

The floorboards creak under my weight and I hesitate in the doorway, the dim lamp from the hall filling the dark room with a hint of light. I’m being careful so her neighbors won’t be able to hear anything. I just don’t want to disturb her.

It’s obvious she’s sleeping, but then she stirs beneath the silk duvet until finally she opens her eyes and sees me. She tilts her head to the side as she looks at me, burying her cheek into the pillow, a soft smile playing on her lips as she utters a pleasant feminine hum.

“I missed you,” she whispers and her voice is laced with an equal mix of sleep and lust.

If only she knew the real reason I crave her touch. The reason I’m so tempted to break all my rules.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” I tell her in a deep, rough voice as I start unbuttoning my shirt. A smirk lifts up the corners of my lips as her eyes sparkle with humor. She doesn’t care when I come and go, so long as I lie in her bed at night, or she in mine.

Her doe eyes peer back at me while I slip off my button-up and let it pool into a puddle at my feet. I yank my tight white undershirt over my head and look back to see those lush lips parted.

My muscles ripple as I let the tank drop to the floor, the moonlight bathing the room and the two of us in a faint glow.

She may want to keep this a secret but she wants me nonetheless, and she can’t hide it. I’ve become addicted to the way she looks at me like she needs my touch to stay grounded, just as she needs to breathe air to survive. I’m conditioned to crave the faint sounds of her quickened breath as she waits for me to come to her. As if she’d die without me.

I’m slow to unbuckle my belt as my eyes roam down her luscious curves. She’s mine to take. Mine to touch. Mine to keep.

I don’t want to sneak around anymore and I don’t give a shit who knows. I’m tired of all the secrets and politics, all the gossip in this town.

The anger boils in my blood as I grip my leather belt tighter, making it sing in the air as I pull it through the loops. The buckle drops to the floor with a thunk. All the while my gaze is on her gorgeous eyes, and she stares back at me with the same desire I have for her.

The past is over and done. No one else will ever know what really happened—not her, not anyone. So why can’t I truly have her?

“Mason.” She practically whimpers my name and it pulls the beast in me closer to her. My knee dips into the bed, making it groan with my weight as I crawl over to her.

Her soft blue eyes pierce through me, cutting through the dark room. More of the soft lighting from the city slips between us as the heat kicks on and the curtains sway. The way the light kisses her skin as she pushes away the blush silk duvet makes her all the more beautiful.

She’s laid out for me. All for me. She needs me.

I crush my lips to hers and dig my fingers into the flesh of her hips as she spreads her thighs for me. Her soft moans fill the hot air between us.

She’s ashamed to be moving on so quickly. Especially with a man like me. I wasn’t made for a woman like her. I’m someone who could tarnish her sterling reputation and make the cracks in her picture-perfect life even deeper. To say I’m rough around the edges is putting it lightly, but I have what it takes to keep her.

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