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"Do you always get what you want?" I counter.
"Not always. But I'm a patient man."
"You're very stubborn. It's like you have rocks in your head," I try to stall.
"My head's as hard as my body."
"Probably because that body of yours is made out of cement," I retort.
"I thought girls like a man hard."
I suck in a breath. "Not all," I manage to reply.
"Do I what?"
"Like a man hard?"
This is spiraling out of control. My heart is beating faster, but the sensations are pleasant like adrenaline rushing through every cell. "No," I choke out, trying not to feel his metal hard body brushing against mine.
"Prove it," he challenges.
There's a roar in my head. "What?"
"Go on another date with me while I'm… hard."
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I follow him.
The dark shadow is hard to see because he blends in so easily like a natural predator. If I squint my eyes I can make out the sharp outline. I imagine seeing the dark rectangular spectacles resting on the bridge of his nose. I imagine his lips curled in a gentle smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. I watch as he slips into the house like the phantom he is.
The house doesn't look menacing. It looks normal. A rural colonial home. Beautiful, grandiose- but something stirs inside. The curtains are closed, but I imagine there are lights on. I imagine there are people moving, silent as he is.
I need to get in. It goes against every instinct inside me. Grandma says I'm a survivor, and she's right. I've survived when all I've wanted to do was crumble. I've stayed when I desperately wanted to run. I've closed my eyes, and grit my teeth through it all because I'm a survivor.
Tonight, it ends.
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"Do I make you nervous?" His husky drawl drips like chocolate covering a ripe, round strawberry. Does he make me nervous? Does a simmering volcano make an ant nervous? The thoughts whisper through me. It's a burst of sanity.
"Nervous? I'm not nervous," I babble, refusing to look at him. The buzzing gets louder making me more jittery and restless. What's that thing I do where I take in air, and then let it out? Oh yes, breathing. I need to do that.
I try to calm down. I try to feel balanced. That burn down my throat isn't balanced though. It's not steady. It's a fire. It's a roar. And my body no longer belongs to me alone. It belongs to that high; that peak that moments earlier I was basking in.
I make a strangled sound and inhale through my nostrils, taking in the smoky air like a ravenous puppy finding milk. Instantly I feel Pax's heat next to me. Soon I'll be immersed in it, wrapped in it.
Wrapped around him.
So does that make me nervous? Only a hundred kinds of nervous.
"Time to begin!" Cade yells, as he jogs back to Pax and I, flashing his pearly whites. He pounds Pax on the back. "Don't drop the ball," he grins.
"As if I ever do."
Cade turns to me. I see the second he registers my cleavage is exposed to the world. His eyes appraise me slowly. He gives me an appreciative grin. "Well, hello there."
"Hi," I reply, unsteadily. "Um, should we start now?" I don't mean to be rude, but words are bursting out of me with abandon. Something else owns my thoughts now.
"You okay?" Pax asks me kindly. "You look a little green."
"I'm a second away from vomiting every cell inside me, and call me crazy, but I'd prefer not to start off my year known as the Vomiter." The words are candid. A part of me realizes I should've kept them inside.
Pax bites his lower lip. I'm not sure if he's concerned or if he's trying not to laugh.
"Let's start." He inserts himself between us, blocking Cade's view of me. His firm, half naked body is next to my face. Pax's musky cologne combined with a sweaty scent unique to him suddenly assails my nostrils tipping my senses further.
Cade chuckles, looking amused. Abruptly, I want to glare at him. I don't find anything amusing about this. "Ready when you are."
Pax turns to me, his emerald eyes dark pools underneath the starlight. For an endless moment I'm going up, up, up again. I'm not flying. I'm suspended in air. My pulse skitters. Something hard and hot unfurls in my belly. Unable to tear my gaze from him I watch helpless as his mouth drifts closer, until he's so close his breath mingles with mine.
Excerpt from "One"
**Warning: the contents of this book are intended for readers 18+ and older due to explicit adult situations.
Jules Hendricks has had a string of bad "firsts."
Embarrassing first kiss. Traumatic first date. An obsessive first boyfriend she can't understand.
It's taken her years but she's finally able to leave her small town life behind for a new start as a freshmen at UW- Madison. For Jules this chance to be independent and rebuild her life is an opportunity she won't ever let anyone take from her again. She's determined to make something of herself without a man by her side, in front, behind or anywhere near her.
Reid "Pax" Paxton is the star quarterback for the UW Badgers. His brush with death makes him understand how precious life is, and how important it is to take life by the horns, unafraid. Jules knows he's dangerous for her. Dark hair. Smoldering eyes. Killer smile. That dimple. That body. Those arms. Pax is everything she's trying to run away from, but she can't help coming back for more. Slowly he begins to show a life together can be more than just a dream. It can be their reality. The truth about reality is it's not always sunshine and butterflies.
Sometimes it's a wasteland.
Sometimes secrets can't stay buried.
Sometimes your past will find a way to hunt you down.