His lips crush against mine, his tongue diving deep into my mouth. “See how good you taste?” he murmurs. “Perfect.”
I can taste my pleasure on his lips, and it’s erotic. Far more so than I ever expected. He settles his hips between my thighs, the engorged tip of his rigid cock poised at my opening. I’m so nervous but eager to have him in me. Does he know I haven’t done this much?
“Keep those eyes open, Linds. I have to watch you watching me take you,” he orders, lust swimming in those vibrant green eyes of his.
I stare into his fierce eyes and with one slow and steady thrust, Russ is buried to an untouched depth within me. He lets out the most erotic groan I’ve ever heard come from a man. His balls are pressed flush up against my ass and his cock is completely sheathed by my trembling channel. He pauses, allowing both of us a moment to adjust to the immense pleasure we’re giving each other.
Russ withdraws his thick shaft so that only the very tip remains at my opening, then he thrusts back into me, harder this time. I wrap my legs around his waist. He buries his face in the pillows beside my head. One big hand grips my left thigh hard as he gains speed and momentum, angling himself in a way that allows him to push even deeper into me.
I have my arms wrapped underneath his, my nails clinging to his back.
“Fuck,” Russ groans as his hips thrust into me expertly, driving himself deeper still into me. He picks up the pace, and my hips meet his, thrust for thrust. His lips come to mine and our tongues battle in a deep, breathless kiss. My core begins to tighten again, my channel clenching around his cock, and another mind-blowing orgasm rips through me just as Russ grows harder and thicker within me. He thrusts into me harder and harder and then stills, his body clenching and jerking as he finds his own release.
I wake feeling sore in so many ways. The sun isn’t quite up yet, but the impending sunrise has shades of soft blue light filling Russ’s room. I glance over to him. He’s sleeping like a baby. His face looks so peaceful and innocent, like a man I wish I could wake up next to for the rest of my life. His heavy arm is draped across my hip like I belong to him, and in a way I do, but in all the ways that count, I don’t. My heart belongs to him, but the rest of me doesn’t. I’m not his girlfriend. I’m not his wife. I’m his long-term chat friend whom he has propositioned to date for thirty days. I have no naïve notions about who or what I am. I can try to lie to everyone else all day long, but I can’t lie to myself.
I love Russ Barnett and I have for many years. I’ve loved him for so many reasons and those reasons have only multiplied after what we shared last night. He was kind and charming and everything a woman could want in bed. I’m unsure about why he seemed so different at work but what I am sure of is that my heart can’t afford to stick around and find out. I watched him drift to sleep last night and panic set in. My stupid heart was painting pictures of wedding rings and family pets while my brain screamed the same thing over and over: “This is trouble! He’ll break you!”
And that’s exactly why I can’t do this. I’ll go meet Jo and do my best to get a job at her bookstore. Working hard and struggling is a far better future than having my heart obliterated by a man I know I can never have. Not in the way that I want, at least. I want his heart and soul and none of that was a part of his proposition.
I lean across the bed and kiss him as lightly as I can before I slip away, wondering if reaching Logan Russell Barnett was the worst decision I could have ever made.
USA Today Bestselling Author J.L. Mac is twenty-seven years old and currently resides in El Paso, Texas, with her husband and children. She is a native Texan, having been born and raised in Galveston, Texas. J.L. admittedly has had a long and sordid love affair with the written word and has loved every minute of it. She drinks too many glasses of wine on occasion, and says way too many swear words to be considered “ladylike.” J.L. spends her free time reading, writing, playing with her children, and living her happily ever after with her very own Prince Charming, whom she affectionately calls Tight Buns McHotness.
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Also by J.L. Mac
Wreck Me (Wrecked #1)
Restore Me (Wrecked #2)
Accept Me (Wrecked #3)
Seven Years of Bad Luck
Upcoming new releases
Dropping Dimes
La Dame En Bleu (Rising Sun #1)
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It’s no secret that I listen to music nonstop every day. I listen to music while I clean my house, play with my children, cook dinner for my family, and while I write. I seek out amazing music that serves as the backdrop to my life and work. Here are a few of the songs that helped me bring Lindsay’s story to life. I hope you enjoy these artists’ music as much as I have.
Mathew Mayfield
Stu Larson
The Fray
Patty Griffin
Imagine Dragons
Mazzy Star
Kate Costello
James Morrison
Parachute
Adele
Ray LaMontagne
… And many more
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