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After class, I packed up my things and trudged outside. The sky had been gray for two days, but now huge snowflakes were falling. I pulled at my sweater sleeves, covering my fists with the wool to try to ward off the cold.
I looked down at the bottom of the steps and there stood Cy. An involuntary smile touched my lips.
“What are you doing here?” I said, descending the ten or so steps down to him.
“I decided to take you up on your invitation to walk you to your next class.”
Without thinking, I threw my arms around him. Cy wasn’t fazed. He pulled me more tightly against him, crossing his arms across my back and pressing his chin gently into my shoulder.
I buried my face into his neck. He smelled so good I couldn’t get enough of it. It wasn’t even cologne; it was just him. His skin was as warm and soft as it looked. He let me get as close to him as I needed, and then he let me let go of him when I needed, too. He didn’t ask me what was wrong or if I was okay; he just walked with me in silence to my next class.
When I stopped in the doorway, he finally spoke. “I’ll wait for you.”
Cy had made it a point to remain aloof since we’d met, and now he was walking me to my classes. A part of me wanted to ask him more questions about why he had gone from one extreme to the other, but I was afraid if I did, it would make things awkward, and he would stop.
There was no use in pretending that I didn’t want or need him around more, so I nodded and went inside, relieved to know Cy would be there when class was over.
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*This was an ARC provided to me for free in exchange for an honest review. All thoughts and comments are my own.*
Temper For You
For You Series, book #3
By Genna Rulon
• Though Temper For You is a part of the For You Series, it can be read as a stand alone
• This story is appropriate for readers 18+
*This was an ARC provided to me for free in exchange for an honest review. All thoughts and comments are my own.*
“Look…Sam is ever-so-slightly insane. It may be a new form of Tourette’s, but I’m waiting to hear back from the Psych department for confirmation. Despite her best intentions, she has an astounding propensity to embarrass me. You are just one in a series of cringe-worthy moments so don’t think you’re anything special, and whatever you do, don’t read too much into anything she said. Nothing is going to happen between us.”
She was so certain, I almost believed her—almost.
I grabbed the edges of her stool and spun until we were face-to-face, the change of position creating the illusion of privacy and removing the deliberate need for her to speak to me over her shoulder. I expected a protest but was pleasantly surprised when the only reaction I received was a raised brow.
“That’s better. Now, was Sam telling the truth? Are you interested in a no strings…friendship? Because I can promise I am a very accommodating friend. And you won’t find anyone less capable of strings than me,” I finished with a salacious smile full of carnal promise.
She leaned into me, her body already buying what I was selling. It was a moment of weakness I needed to capitalize on.
Splitting the distance between us, I locked my eyes onto hers, my mouth mere inches from her pouty lips. It was my last chance and I damn well knew it. Time for the most persuasive closing argument of my life.
“There aren’t many things I’m truly exceptional at. I’ll never be husband material. I’m a shit friend most of the time. I believe the ends usually justify the means. My moral fiber is questionable, at best. I will never be the person you call when you’re in a bind or need a shoulder to lean on. I don’t express my feelings, mostly because I don’t have any that aren’t shallow. I don’t like animals as a general rule, and children—no, just no,” I paused, asking myself what the hell I was saying as the same question echoed in her eyes. Too late now—in for a penny, in for a pound. “The only steadfast rule I have is I do not sleep with someone else’s woman—ever. Other than that one display of principles, I have few redeeming qualities. There are two areas I excel, the law and sex—and when I say I excel, I mean I’m a fucking god. You will forget your own name because all you’ll be able to do is scream mine…over and over again. You want no-strings, mind-blowing sex? There is no one better qualified.”
Her eyes were wide as saucers and her mouth slightly open, which I took as an invitation. Without warning, I closed the gap between us, brushing my lips against her silky pink ones. I took advantage of her shock and slid my tongue inside, tasting and teasing. It was a kiss meant to entice, not conquer—that would come later. I gently nipped her plump lower lip with my teeth and was rewarded with a sharp inhale of desire. She was so close to surrender I could taste it—sweet and hot, with a hint of vanilla and cranberry.
Her resistance collapsed, marked by the alluring breasts suddenly pressed against my chest—victory. I grasped her hips, pulling until she was pressed firmly against me, undoubtedly able to feel the steely effect of her kiss. As I subtly rocked my hips against her core, warm fingers twined through my hair, tugging me closer, causing a groan of pained pleasure to escape from my mouth into hers.
Unwilling to continue my exploration with a bar full of witnesses, I attempted to pull away—an attempt met with unintelligible protests. I couldn’t risk giving her an opportunity for second thoughts, so I did what any sane man would do. I slid my hands down to cup her lush ass, lifting until her legs wrapped around my waist, and without breaking the kiss, I carried her out of the bar. Perhaps I was more of a gentleman than I’d given myself credit for.
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