Happy Thanksgiving to my American readers! As a treat, heres a sneak peek at Cassie and Ethans first Thanksgiving together. I hope you all have a wonderful turkey day. :) #BadRomeo Holt leads me up the stairs into a comfortable bedroom and sets my bag down on the bed. I can feel him eying me for approval, as I look around. So, this is it, he says with a wave of his hand. Nice. The decor is modern but comfortable, and the bed is huge. Considering Im used to a lumpy single, this is luxury. I flop back to test the bed’s bouncability. Its only when I turn to Ethan that I realize hes staring. Straight at my boobs. Bathrooms down the hall, he says, his expression intense. Never before have bathroom directions been so arousing. Wheres your room? I notice how tall and broad he is, as he stands above me. Next door down. So, close then? Very. Can I see it? Pretty sure Im still talking about his bedroom. I dont know why the thought of seeing his childhood bedroom turns me on, but it totally does. He tries to play it cool, but the way he taps his fingers on his thighs tells me his anxiety is rising. Sure. This is a big step for him, showing me parts of himself hed probably like to keep hidden. He leads me down the hall to the next room and gestures for me to enter first, then drops his bag inside the door. The room is much neater than the one in Westchester, and over the bed are framed posters of old movies like Taxi Driver, On the Waterfront, Raging Bull, and Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. If I were a betting woman, Id wager his favorite actors come from their cast lists. On the wall opposite the door are shelves, filled not only with books, but also trophies and photos. I wander over to get a closer look, mindful that Holt is still hovering in the doorway like an anxious vulture. There are so many trophies and ribbons, its hard to take them all in. I pick one up and read the inscription. All state track champion - Ethan Holt. I turn to the frowning man in the doorway. So you were a pretty fast runner, huh? He shrugs. I was okay. Sure. They always give dozens of trophies to people who are just okay. I lean over to get a closer look at the photos. One shows Holt leaping over a hurdle, front leg extended, back one bent. His hair is longer than it is now, and theres a look of fierce determination on his face. Another picture shows him crossing the finish line, head thrown back, arms wide, a victorious smile on his face. He almost looks like a different person; Ethans less-intense younger brother. Further down, theres a group photo of boys in varsity letter jackets with girls wrapped around them. My breath catches, when I see he has his arm around a girl. Hes looking at her with obvious affection. Then I realize that shes not gazing back at him but at the blond boy on her other side. Oh, God. Vanessa and Matt? He reaches around me to turn the picture face down. Dont know why I keep that out. I shouldve gotten rid of it years ago. I mean, I was an idiot for not seeing it, right? It was obvious they were screwing while we were together.” When I turn to him, he looks down and shoves his hands in his pockets. Hey, dont be too hard on yourself. I mean, clearly the poor girl was delusional. And maybe blind. Choosing that chump over you? What the hell was she thinking? He relaxes a little, but I know the part of him that was damaged by the situation, doesnt believe me. Yeah, well ... whatever. Matt was a decent guy. At least I thought he was, right up until I found him screwing my girlfriend. Ethan? I put my hand on his chest, and after a few seconds, he meets my gaze. Ive never met Matt, and Im sure he has his good points, but somewhere theres a plaque declaring that Vanessa choosing him over you is the Stupidest Girl Fail Ever. Trust me on that. He leans down and kisses me, and although its slow and intense, our inhales are loud and simultaneous. Damn this boy and his mouth. Its crazy how quickly he has me frustrated, and before I know it, I’m pushing him down onto his bed so I can straddle him. So, I say, as he sucks gently on my throat, apart from Vanessa, am I the only girl whos been in this bedroom? His voice vibrates against my skin when he answers. Yes. Good. I push him down and kiss him with a fierce sense possession. He makes a noise that I think indicates he enjoys it, and it gets louder when I roll onto my side and pull his thigh in-between mine. Oh, hell yes. I love his thigh. Awesome thigh. We should stop.” His breathing is ragged, and he glances nervously at the door. I kiss down his throat. Stopping is bad. Except maybe if you lose control on an icy road and are hurtling toward certain death. Then, its pretty much essential. But in this case? Definitely bad. Terrible. Worst idea ever. I suck on the racing pulse in his neck, and when he speaks, his voice is strained and low. Taylor, you know my mother could come up here at any second, right? Do you really want her to catch you riding her sons leg? I stop dead in my tracks. Thats when I hear footsteps coming down the hallway. Oh, God Within half a second, Im on my feet and straightening my clothes and hair, while I try not to look like the horny virgin I am. Pre-orders available! Amazon: goo.gl/choaOr Barnes & Noble: goo.gl/gZ2pp1 KOBO: goo.gl/uziKf8 iBooks: goo.gl/E6sffz IndieBound: goo.gl/F9olw7
Posted on: Wed, 26 Nov 2014 11:14:33 +0000
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