Genres: Contemporary Romance
Without much thought except for comfort, instinctively I pressed myself against him, fitting into his arms as easy as breathing. He leaned against the brick wall of the neighboring building and wrapped me up, sensing my need to be grounded.
I donÔÇÖt know how long we stood like thatÔÇömaybe a minute, maybe fiveÔÇöbut soon our breaths were in sync; the rise and fall of his chest in perfect accord with mine.
One of his hands traced down my spine and then up. He outlined my shoulder blades with his fingertips. His hands drifted to my hips then caressed back up to my hair, massaging my scalp.
But what had started as an innocent hug changed.
Fire licked my skin everywhere he touched. Of their own accord, my hands slid down to his waist and teased the line where his jeans rested on his hips. I went further, my fingers toying with the V at his hip until I felt him harden against me.
Lips brushed the top of my hair. ÔÇ£Remi . . . look at me,ÔÇØ he said, his voice raspy.
If you look up, youÔÇÖre going to kiss him . . .
I tilted my head up and his mouth fused with mine in an instant.
Insistent. Wild. Hot. Yes! This is what I needed.
I groaned, and my hands rushed to his shoulders and dug in.
He was wrongÔÇöterribly wrongÔÇöfor me, but it felt so right.
I felt wonderfully alive, revved up, as if I could crush a car with my bare hands, or push Dax against the wall and fuck him senseless. I recognized the feeling for what it wasÔÇöan I almost-died-and-now-I-want-to-experience-life feeling.
ÔÇ£Wait,ÔÇØ he breathed as I ran my hand under his shirt. ÔÇ£ItÔÇÖs adrenaline. YouÔÇÖve been through a trauma. You donÔÇÖt really want thisÔÇöÔÇØ
ÔÇ£Shhh.ÔÇØ I lifted his shirt and kissed his chest, my tongue flicking over his nipple. ÔÇ£You taste like every good thing IÔÇÖve ever wanted.ÔÇØ
His taut restraint snapped, and he swayed into me. ÔÇ£God, I canÔÇÖt tell you no.ÔÇØ
Two weeks before her wedding, Remi MontagueÔÇÖs fianc├® drops her faster than a drunken sorority girl in stilettos. Armed with her best friend and a bottle of tequila, she hops a plane to London to drown her sorrows before fall semester begins at Whitman University.
She didn’t plan on attending a masquerade party.
She sure didnÔÇÖt plan on waking up next to the British bad boy who broke her heart three years agoÔÇöthe devastatingly handsome and naked Dax Blay. Furthermore, she has no clue how they acquired matching tattoos.
Once back at Whitman together, they endeavor to pretend they never had their night of unbridled passion in London.
But thatÔÇÖs damn hard to do when you live in the same houseÔÇª
One night. Two damaged hearts. The passion of a lifetime.
Dirty English (English #1)
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