denying myself. I wanted to touch
her. To taste her. There was no reason for us to keep
acting like we weren’t attracted to each other.
sure you want to cross this line?” I looked down at the sliver of space between
us and back up into her eyes. “The
last thing I want is for this whole thing to get awkward.”
not going to,” she insisted. “Like
you said, two consenting adults blowing off a little steam.
you don’t get all clingy with me.”
try my best,” I promised, as I wrapped my arms around her waist and crushed my
lips to hers.
wondering what her lips tasted like for the better part of a week now and I was
not disappointed. Like
strawberries and whatever unbridled passion tasted like. She pushed the welding
mask from the top of my head and it fell to the ground with a thud as she
tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling me closer. Her tongue danced over the seam of my lips and I graciously
let her in, needing her as much as she needed me.
been kissed like that. Never by
someone with wild abandonment, like she didn’t have a damn care in the world
about what any of it meant. It was
strictly about what felt good and right then, kissing her felt like the best
thing in the world.
body up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I navigated us toward the
workbench I’d been sitting on earlier.
Her lips never relented their assault on mine and I would be damned if I
was going to let her out kiss me. Besides my competitive streak, I was enjoying
it too much to let myself stop.
had her perched on the work bench, my body pressed between her thighs, her
hands dropped from my hair to tug my shirt up over my head. She tossed it aside
and let her hands rake over my back and shoulders. Her eyes taking a brief moment to admire my chest and
stomach. I was glad that I hadn’t
stop giving a shit about my body and quit working out. And from the pace we were setting I was
going to need my energy.
girl,” I chuckled against her lips, before grabbing the hem of her shirt and
yanking it off her body with the same determination she’d just had with mine. “This is a two way street.”
well aware,” she flashed me a sultry smile, before reaching behind her back to
unclasp her bra. Effortlessly, she
pulled it from her body and sat up straight in front of me. “We even now?”
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He always knew he would never be more than nothing. No job, no money, no future. Cole Pritchett had accepted the fact that he would always be the screw up and he was okay with it. Until he met her.
Here’s the thing they quickly found out – sometimes we all need a little help escaping who we think we are.
Although this journey began years ago, it recently took on a whole new life. After years of devouring hundreds of Romance, YA and New Adult novels, I had an epiphany… I should write a book. And I did it!
If I’m not reading, writing, enjoying drinks with my amazing group of girlfriends or chasing around a sarcastically funny kid, I’m probably watching television shows that were created for teenagers, while my husband teases that I’m too old to watch them.