grief. But while she was always willing to let me in her bed, she refused to let me in the one place I longed to be—her heart.
and said, “I do.”
He takes another, and if I had the courage, I could reach out and touch him. Another step and he’s so close that he has to bend his head down to maintain eye contact. So close that if I lift onto my toes, I could brush my lips against his.
sliding his thumb up my neck until he’s cupping my jaw. I want to melt because I’ve missed this so damn much. I’ve missed him so damn much.
much that you refused to be mine.” His thumb traces my bottom lip, and I tremble. “I thought if I could get the memory of your taste out of my head that maybe I’d be okay with being your buddy.” He sneers the word, his face twisting in disgust, but when the sneer falls away, it leaves raw need in its wake. “But I was wrong. I don’t want to be your friend, because that means you’re only giving me part of yourself, and I am the spoiled bastard you say I am. What was your word? Privileged?”
farther and brushes his lips so softly against mine that I almost wonder if I’m imagining it. Maybe he isn’t touching me at all. Maybe the sensation is nothing more than air passing between our mouths.
slides up my thigh, then between my legs until he reaches my cotton panties.
“Is this it, then? Is this all you want from me?” His knuckles skim across my center, and I should stop him. Fuck. I should stop him. I know what he’s trying to do, what he’s trying to say, and how I’ll feel when this is over. But all I can think is how
I feel right now. How it finally feels to have him this close—his heat, his touch.
for almost four years.
Susan’s Review: 5 stars
I really have a love/hate feeling for the blog my BFF and I do. I love it because I get to meet so many great authors and read books that I might not have gotten to, or had the chance to read. But at the same time, I hate it because when I find an author I like, or even love, I want to read everything else she’s written and I don’t always have time because of blog obligations.
That has happened here. I was fortunate enough to read Rushing In, the second book in this series, when it came out. I LOVED IT! I still can tell you the story, even though it’s been a long while since I read it. I fell in love with the characters, Lexi Ryan’s writing, all of it. I wanted to go back and read the first book and I meant to keep up with the series. Sadly, I didn’t do either of those things. But, I lucked out and got my hands on this one. Guess what? I LOVED IT TOO! I just knew Mason and Bailey had a story that would take my breath away. Their story broke my heart and made me sob in some places, and I cried for them, and with them. And in the end I cheered for them. It was amazing 🙂
*thanks to Ardent PRose for sharing a copy of this with me*