By: Caitlyn Blue
Releasing
March 21, 2017
Sassy Muse, LLC
Sassy Muse, LLC
Tour Host: Tasty Book Tours
The trouble with bachelors is you never know.
Falling for her sister's first love,
how could that possibly go wrong...
Zach Thorne
is supposed to be off limits. He’s her sister’s high school boyfriend and his
love life is a revolving door of women. He’s also handsome, sexy and the one
guy Emma Callahan has never been able to forget.
Now they’ve
been thrown together as best man and maid of honor for her sister’s wedding and
some serious sparks are flying. Zach is perfect wedding fling material until he
starts to take their romance seriously. Now, Emma is left wondering: is he for
real or is she about to get her heart broken?
The trouble with bachelors is you
never know.
“This was fun,” I murmur as his
fingers coast over my cheek.
He tucks a lock of hair behind my
ears and traces my jaw. It’s been a year since a man has touched me. And no one
has ever caressed me like this. It’s like he’s trying to memorize my features.
I’m enthralled. It’s hard to know what to do next, so I clutch my hands in my
lap and stare at him. His eyes lock on my lips and I realize I’ve seized the
lower one between my teeth.
His breath hisses out on a soft
sigh. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”
“No.” It’s not the default word
anyone uses when describing me.
“You are.”
How many women has he used this line
on? Hundreds surely. He’s a player. A guy you sleep with not someone you date.
At the moment I’m standing at the
line that separates the woman I am and the woman guys like Zach sleep with a
few times and never call again. I can listen to my body and have several
amazing orgasms to relive over and over, or I can listen to my heart, stay true
to who I am and keep looking for a guy who can make me happy long term.
His fingers curve around the back of
my neck. As he draws me forward, I ask, “Are you going to kiss me again?”
“I’d very much like to.”
This time his kiss is more direct.
Firm and determined, he claims my lips and as his tongue darts forward, I open
for him. He tastes like the striped peppermint candy we snagged on our way out
of the restaurant.
The kiss quickly goes nova. Heat
explodes in my midsection and lances downward as Zach’s hand curves over my
knee. I clutch his shoulder, trembling with longing. Phrases spill through my
mind. Naughty things I’d want to say to him. Images of taking him into my mouth
again and making him cry out my name as he comes. I’ve forgotten that I’m not
the type who has sex in cars. Right now, all I’m thinking is: yes, please,
let’s do this.
Our tongues are dueling, my legs are
parting and Zach’s hand is riding up my inner thigh when the phone in my lap
buzzes with an incoming text. It’s close enough to my happy place that the
vibration only adds to my arousal. I moan. Zach drags his lips from mine.
“That’s it, baby. Let me hear it.”
As his other hand dips inside my
coat, fingers gliding over my breast, it’s easy to moan again. Damn, he’s good
at this. Trembling with need, I bite my lip as the urge to whimper builds. I
shift my hips as my clit perks up and starts crying for attention. If he
doesn’t touch me there I’ll go out of my mind.
A second text follows the first or
maybe it’s just that reminder that I haven’t looked at the first one. Either
way, it feels great. So does Zach’s mouth on my neck. And is that his teeth? I
open my thighs, silently begging him to go higher. He’s so close. I’m so close.
Buzz.
I’m panting. He’s sucking on my
earlobe. Shit. That’s amazing. His thumb grazes my nipple.
Buzz.
Buzz.
The hand beneath my skirt reaches
the elastic on my panties and I shift my hips, pushing into his fingers. Can he
feel how wet I am? A little higher, please.
Buzz.
Buzz.
The vibration is so constant it’s
like a sex toy and I’m so close to getting off. Just a little bit more. His
finger brushes over the soaked crotch my panties. The lightest of touch and my
body is electrified.
“Fuck,” he mutters, tracing over my
hot, aching core a second time. “These are soaked.”
A garbled noise emerges from my
throat.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Buzz.
Buzz.
And then Zach’s fingers are
retreating and I groan in protest. “Um, do you need to get that?”
Get what?
Buzz.
Buzz.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” I exclaim as
Zach removes his lovely, clever hands from beneath my clothes.
He flops back against his seat with
a hearty curse. Eyes closed, breathing hard, he shields his face as his
shoulders move. Damn the man. He’s laughing.
Snarling, I pick up the phone and
see at least a dozen texts from my cousins. Looking over at the house, I spy
all three of them lined up at the living room windows. Well, what did I expect?
I’m making out with Zach in front of our house. I might as well have set up a
neon sign on the front lawn that says orgasms happening here. Almost
happening…so close. A growl vibrates my chest.
“Your cousins?”
“Yes.”
Caitlyn
Blue is a voracious reader with an overactive imagination and a chocolate
addict. She loves fancy cocktails and tasty edibles, is a sucker for adventure
movies and any music with a beat. When not writing, Caitlyn loves to connect
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