Friday, February 28, 2014
Actually, she's gifted, she's beautiful and she's extraordinary, but she's lonely. No friends, no family except her mother. Thinking she's destined to spend the rest of her life hidden in her solitary existence, she thinks that no one knows the REAL Rhianne even exists.
Jamie Travis does. Even though they've never spoken. Not once. He wants her to know that he cares, he knows she exists and he wants her to start living.
Circumstances throw them together, and Jamie thinks he finally has his chance to show Rhianne that she really is someone special. But he could never have guessed the battle he faces against the doubts in her mind, put there by a mentally ill mother, an estranged father and a gift that she might never understand.
Does he really have the ability to fight her inner demons, and win? Or is he fighting a losing battle?
Stepping out onto the sidewalk,
he wraps me in his arms and lifts me off the ground. “I was beginning to worry that you were
having second thoughts.” He nibbles on
my earlobe as he whispers in my ear.
“Never” is my only reply as he opens the door and helps me into the car. I give him the address and he relays it to the driver before closing the panel between the front seat and us.
“Are you sure we haven’t met before?” He tips my chin up to look into my eyes.
“No, I don’t think so. But everything about you does seem familiar like déjà vu or something.” I run my hands up his thigh to cup his growing erection.
“Well, sweetheart,” he says leaving a trail of kisses down my neck, “when I see something I want, I tend to take it.” His lips set fire to my skin. “But perhaps introductions are in order before we arrive at your apartment?”
“If you don’t mind, I’d rather just keep it anonymous. I’ve been so wrapped up in life for the last few years that I need a night to let go.” To forget, I think to myself. “Please. For tonight?”
“For tonight? Sure, but I can pretty much guarantee I’m going to want to see you again so after tonight, we’ll have to talk. There’s no way I’ll be able to get the taste of your sweet skin out of my head.”
As much as I wish that this could be more than one night, there’s no way it’ll be any more than this. I would’ve thought it would make me feel cheap to give myself to a man I hardly knew because despite the past, I barely know him. Being with him though, I’m overcome with a sense of peace. A sense that, at least for tonight, I’ll be in arms that will protect me from all the evil, which constantly threatens to catch up with me. As we near the building, I find myself longing for that protection and security more and more.
This is dangerous ground to tread on. Bringing my past way too close to my present but I have to have him. I just need to keep reminding my head and my heart that after tonight we’ll just be nameless strangers to one another. And I have to be okay with that if I’m going to go through with this. There’s no doubt in my mind that one night with him will break my heart but the memory of tonight will sustain me for a long time to come, probably the rest of my life. So I settle into his lap to enjoy the rest of our brief ride to my apartment.
Entering the elevator, the sexual tension is thick between us. He pulls me close as his hands find the pins holding my hair. He releases them allowing my hair to flow over my shoulders and down my back. His fingers run through the loose curls causing my scalp to tingle. The tingle shoots all the way from my scalp down my body to settle between my legs, where it became a constant throb.
The ding of the elevator, signaling our arrival to our destination, is the only thing that keeps me from ripping his clothes off right then and there. I can’t believe how brazen I am this evening. This isn’t me at all but then again isn’t that why I came to New York in the first place? To get as far away from the old me as possible? I unlock the door and usher him through into the living room. “Can I take your jacket?” I ask as he drapes it over the back of the sofa.
“Is this alright?” He asks indicating his jacket. I can only nod as the electricity builds between us.
Wetting my lips again, I ask, “Would you like a drink? I believe we have some cognac here.” Letting him know that I noticed his drink of choice earlier. “Or we have some champagne.” His gaze drifts to the counter separating the living room from the kitchen and rests on the champagne in the ice bucket and two glasses. “Oh sorry, my roommate and I had a couple glasses before we left for the club. Tonight was sort of a celebration for me.” I shrug as if to say it was no big deal. “But there’s still plenty left and I have another bottle in the wine fridge if you’d like some.”
“Champagne would be wonderful. So what were you celebrating? I feel a little guilty pulling you away from your friends knowing that you were out celebrating.” In a few long strides, he stands in front of me. “But I won’t say I regret it.” His lips once again find mine; the champagne and questions are all but forgotten. My hands tangle in his hair and his grip on my waist tightens like it’s his only lifeline. Not wanting to break our kiss, I gently guide us down the hallway to my bedroom. He moves us through the door and in a swift move kicks the door shut with his foot. Once the door closed the need engulfing, my body grows exponentially. I reach for the buttons on his shirt wanting to remove all barriers between us. My clumsiness and inexperience are definitely noticeable but he doesn’t say anything, just helps guide my fingers from one button to the next until the shirt lies in a pool at our feet.
I reach up the side of my dress and find the zip. Pulling it down with the dress, it soon joins his shirt on the floor and I stand before him in a lacy bra, thong and my heels. His breathe catches in his throat and I can tell he definitely enjoys the view. “My god, you are so beautiful.” He pulls me to him and takes my mouth once more then begins his exploration down my body. Trailing kisses from my neck down to the tops of my breasts and then over my stomach until he is kneeling before me. He looks up at me silently asking permission. I fist my hands in his hair and throw my head back in answer. If I thought his intention was just to remove the thong, I was very wrong. With a slight tug, there’s a ripping sound as the small piece of fabric falls away from my body. He holds it in his fist for a moment just staring at my naked pussy before he lowers his lip to my clit and sucks hard. The sensation almost causes me to fall over. Sensing my weak knees, he pushes me back against the bed until I’m sitting as he continues working me over with his tongue. “Ah god, that feels incredible.”
“Angel, you taste incredible. You are incredible. I was right before when I said I wouldn’t be able to get enough of you in one night.” His fingers slip between my folds and he presses one into me. I gasp at the feeling. “Shit! You are so fucking tight. This is heaven.”
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Thursday, February 27, 2014
One small town boy, one girl who wants more, one roll in the hay... Hooking up with your high school crush is a bad idea, a really bad idea. It was only supposed to be one night, one brief departure from my real life, but nothing ever works out exactly the way you plan. Colton Waters was everything from my past that didn't fit into my present, so why did he have to show up at my college and pledge the one frat I couldn't avoid? Because nothing is ever meant to happen just once. At least not the life changing things that mean the difference between falling apart and falling in love.
Colt wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer. “No. I’d rather bother you.” There was something kind of sexy about the motion, something more confident than his usual goofy flirting. His hand felt nice resting on my hip, so I let it stay. Was this really the same Colt? Since when did his touch have that kind of effect on me? “When did you get back to town?” “About two hours ago.” “You didn’t wait long to come out.” I took a big sip of the drink. It was starting to taste a lot better. “I took time for a shower.” “That was thoughtful of you.” “Planning on getting close to me tonight?” He watched me intently. “Maybe.” The flirtatious word flew out of my mouth without me realizing it. The alcohol and that smile of his was making me forget where I was. “Sorry.” “Why are you sorry?” He moved his hand, turning me and wrapping his other arm around me so my body was pressed against his. “Colton…” “Mallory…” I laughed. “What are you doing?” “What am I doing? You’re the one telling me you might be getting close to me tonight.” His hand slid down slightly, settling below my hip. His touch felt so good. “Your birthday passed, right? You’re nineteen now?” He laughed that deep, throaty laugh of his. “I’m going to take it as a good sign that you’re checking to make sure I’m old enough.” “I’m not supposed to be into younger guys.” “I’m three months younger than you. I can’t help that my parents held me back a grade.” He leaned back against an old oak tree, pulling me along with him. The motion had me leaning into his chest. “You’ve gotten hotter.” I couldn’t believe I’d said the words out loud. I also couldn’t believe I was thinking about Colton that way again. He laughed once more. “So have you, although I wouldn’t have thought it was possible.” I took another sip of my drink. “When did you get this cute?” “Are you implying you haven’t been ready to jump me for the last five years?” “I’ve never thought about it before tonight.” The words weren’t exactly true, but I hadn’t thought about it in a while. “But you are thinking about it now?” He grinned, moving his hands even lower so they cradled my ass. “Maybe.” His hands sent a thrill through me, reminding me of just how long it had been since a guy had touched me that way. “That’s the second maybe you’ve given me. How am I supposed to make that into a yes?” He took the bottle from my hand and dropped it down on the ground next to his empty cup. The remaining liquid seeped out onto the dirt. “I don’t know. It’s your job to figure that out.” I ran my now free hand down his chest. It was firmer and more muscular than I expected. “My job, huh? I like the sound of that.” His lips tickled my ear. “I like the sound of anything involving you.” He took my hand and led me further into the grouping of trees. It wasn’t a dense forest or anything, but I knew he was looking for privacy. I didn’t object when he gently leaned me back into another tree. I closed my eyes, ready to feel his lips and hands on my body. I was horrible at knowing what to do in those situations. I needed the guy to take control. His lips brushed against mine as he rested his hand on my stomach. He slipped a few fingers underneath my shirt. “Am I earning a yes, or do I have more work to do?” he whispered with his lips right next to mine. “You have more work.” I kept my eyes closed, taking in a breath as his hand moved further up my shirt.
Alyssa Rose Ivy is a New Adult and Young Adult author who loves to weave stories with romance and a southern setting. Although raised in the New York area, she fell in love with the South after moving to New Orleans for college. After years as a perpetual student, she turned back to her creative side and decided to write. She lives in North Carolina with her husband and two young children, and she can usually be found with a cup of coffee in her hand.
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Carter was captivated by Ellyson Evans the moment he laid eyes on her, but she was the one girl who didn't beg for his attention. He wanted her. Ellyson vowed to never fall in love, because love can destroy you, but then she met Carter Jennings. She wanted him. Unwilling to risk their comfortable friendship, neither confessed their desires. Losing touch after college, a chance meeting reconnects them. They want each other. But love in the city is never quite that easy.
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