After reading Washed Up, I was excited to read Dane’s story, because I could just tell that the good time guy was going to fall hard – and he definitely does. She’s taken the heat up a notch with this one, leading with the lust before slowly simmering into love. I’m hard and reeling, ready to suggest we ditch this public space.īefore I can do just that, Presley rips her mouth away with a gasp.Easily my new favorite from Rae, this was chemistry-filled and STEAMY, with great banter and a lighthearted, playful feel. Feverish lust floods me when she nudges my cock with her pelvis.
That’s a heady sensation and I haul her tighter against me. Presley is mine again, at least for a moment. My fingers spear into her hair and guide our movements. With each passing second that we spend tangled together, the unknown between us disappears.
She scoots to the edge of her seat, nearly straddling me. Hands wander with tempting touches, stoking the flames. Her tongue slips out to tease my bottom lip. It’s everything I’ve been missing, yet not nearly enough. I’m instantly transported to the days when this was as natural as breathing. Our bodies remember what we were willing to ignore. We melt into the intimate embrace, achingly familiar even after years apart. On pure instinct, I curl a palm around her nape and pull until she collides flush along my chest. That mends a wound I didn’t notice was still festering. She shifts forward with an exhale, close enough to touch. “So, there’s no special guy in your life?” I need her to confirm it. “Oh?” I lean in, erasing most of the distance forcing us apart. That doesn’t deter my all-star ex from trying to prove we can do it right this time.įor all his efforts, I might let him scratch my itch once. How easy it would be to fall back into old habits. Six years have gone by, yet I can still remember every stupidly sculpted muscle on his body.
If only I could get a boost in the romance department.Īs if summoned by my dry spell, Mason Braxter makes a sudden reappearance in Meadow Creek. Then I was sharing custody with the most unlikely baby daddy. Until one drunken mishap a month before college graduation left me staring at two pink lines. Meanwhile, I had dreams of my own-a simpler life that included staying put and growing roots.Īnd all those plans of mine were going splendidly. Mason Braxter was a football legend-destined for glory far bigger than the confines of our small town. What did we know about happily ever after at the age of eighteen? “This doesn’t have to be the end for us.”
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