His life is complicated. Dark. Lonely. Dangerous. So when he meets Rachel, a kind, sweet, beautiful grad student, he tells himself to stay away. He’s no good for her. And yet, she’s good for him. A ray of light in his very dark world.
She’s everything he’s ever wanted but didn’t think he could have. But being with her will bring her into his world. A world she doesn’t belong in. A world he wants to escape. A world he’ll have to hide from her in order to keep her safe.
He should let her go. But he can’t. He loves her. He needs her. So he’ll risk everything to be with her.
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Excerpt
“Um, Pearce?” I yell out the shower door.
“Yes,” I hear him say from the bedroom.
“How do you turn the shower on?”
“I’ll show you. Can I come in?”
“Yeah.”
He comes in the bathroom and into the large walk-in shower, keeping his eyes on the tile wall and not my naked body. He puts his hand on one of the levers. “This one turns it on and this one adjusts the water temperature.” He points to one of the knobs. “If you want to adjust the shower heads, just turn this left or right. Each one has three settings.”
“Thank you.”
He smiles as he looks me up and down. “You’re very welcome.”
“Hey.” I swat at him. “You’re not supposed to look.”
“You didn’t make that clear when you invited me in here.”
“I didn’t invite you. I just asked for your help.”
“And I gave it to you.” He leans down and puts his lips to mine for a very slow, very sexy, very deliberate kiss.
He’s testing my will power. I’m naked. He’s in a towel. We’re in a shower. And his kiss is burning up my insides.
He stops suddenly and steps back out into the bathroom. “Mind if I shave while you’re in there?”
“Um, no, go ahead,” I say, stumbling on my words, my brain not fully functioning after that kiss. I start the water and adjust the temperature. Through the glass shower door, I see Pearce lathering up his face with shaving cream.
In the mirror, he catches me watching him and smiles, “How’s the shower?”
“It’s great.” I turn a little so that all three shower heads are raining down on me. “Actually, it’s pure heaven. So much better than mine. I’d love to have this shower.”
“You could if you lived here.”
I wipe the water from my eyes and see him running the razor over his face.
I decide to humor him. “How much is the rent?”
“How much do you pay for your current place?”
“Five hundred a month, plus utilities.”
“The rent here is only a hundred a month, utilities included.”
“Wow. That’s a bargain. But I’d have to drive a half hour to class every day. That’s a lot of gas money.”
“Even with gas, it’s still cheaper than your current place.”
“That’s true.” I close my eyes as the water runs over my face.
“So what do you think?”
I hear his voice right in front of me. I open my eyes and there he is. No towel this time. Just him. Freshly shaved and looking completely irresistible.
“I need to think about it,” I say, feeling breathless as my heart races in my chest.
He stands there, giving me an extremely sexy smile. I can’t take my eyes off him. I try, but I can’t. His body is amazing. I know he works out, but I’d like to know what kind of workout gets results like that. His body is hard. Solid. His muscles chiseled. I’m heating up even more just looking at him.
He steps closer, slipping his arm around my waist as he leans down and talks in my ear. “Would you like me to leave?” He trails soft, warm kisses along my neck as the water flows over us.
My eyes fall shut again as I shake my head, unable to respond verbally. I’m too focused on how good this feels. How turned on he makes me. How desperate I am for this to continue.
I feel his lips over mine as his hand slowly travels down my spine, just like when he gave me that massage last night, only this time there’s no waistband to stop him and his hand keeps going, skimming over my hip and my backside. His other hand moves behind my neck, holding me in place as his kiss goes deeper. My body’s on fire, exploding with sensations, which only intensify when his hand slips between my legs. He shows off his talent in this area once again, and moments later, I’m coming undone, finding it hard to remain standing as waves of pleasure roll through me.
His hand returns to my waist, holding me up. “Rachel.”
I open my eyes and see him looking at me. “Yes.”
“How well do you know me?”
I smile. “Well enough.”
I’m still recovering from what he did to me, my body ultra sensitive to his touch. But I’m ready for more. I’ve held out long enough. I want this. I want this so bad.
Allie Everhart writes books about dating, love, and romance. She’s also a freelance health writer for magazines and websites. She loves to read as much as she loves to write. And when she’s not reading or writing, she’s outside running, which is when she gets her best book ideas.
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