“Tate. I don’t…” she draws in a
deep breath, and her fingers brush against my forearm.
“You don’t, what, darlin’?” I sink
my fingers into her hair.
“Think you should… I should… we
should… um,” she pauses, “do this. It’s not right.”
I laugh low, because nothing has
ever felt as right as kissing her, and I touch my lips to hers. A sharp squeak
buzzes through our connection, and I tug lightly on her bottom lip with my
teeth. Fuck, she tastes sweet, like candy and Moscato wine, like summer
breaking through a fall day.
She grabs my bare sides and I lean
into her more, pushing her back onto the sofa. She goes with me, her grip on me
tightening. Our bodies fall flush together, and as I kiss her deeper, swiping
my tongue against her bottom lip, she eases her hands around to my back.
Her hands are soft and so fucking
warm, each touch is a burning trail across my skin, one I feel tingling
everywhere, because, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Too many girls, kisses, touches.
None like this.
No softness beneath me, no hot
fingertips against me, no deliciously sweet lips against mine.
No Ella.
“Wrong,” she breathes.
“You afraid?” I whisper.
She inhales sharply, but she shakes
her head. “No.”
“Then it ain’t wrong, darlin’.” My
mouth descends on hers once again, and I sweep my lips across hers. Her body is
responding, slightly arching into me, but it’s her mouth, her kiss, that
fucking consumes me.
Her tongue meeting and battling
mine sends me into another fucking dimension, some ten million light years
above ours. Consuming me, fucking with me, she drives me crazy yet again.
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Author Bio:
By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies - usually wine - and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy - unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.
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DIRTY SECRET
Conner Burke never expected Sofie Callahan to come back.
Where she’s been for the last two and half years is a
mystery, and so is the reason she left in the first place. Now, though, she’s
back in their hometown of Shelton Bay, South Carolina, at the same time
Conner’s band Dirty B is home on a tour break.
Sofie Callahan has spent the months since her father’s death
avoiding anything to do with her home town. But with her brother in
Afghanistan, she has no choice but to return and sort out her father’s house,
even if it means facing the boy she fell in love with and revealing the reason
she left.
Conner has questions, and when his broken heart and her
guilty one collide, Sofie has to start answering them. Their present is rocky,
their future unknown. Only one thing is certain:
Sofie’s daughter will change everything.
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