Book #3 in the Rock Her Series is coming June 3, 2019!
I always knew angels were traditionally involved in Christmas celebrations, but I never expected to come face-to-face with one in the flesh. She looks fucking glorious. She smells divine. And I can’t help but imagine that holding her in my arms would be enough to send me to the seventh heaven.
Her light red hair is gathered in a halo-like shape on the top of her head. When she meets my gaze, I stop and take in her stunning hazel eyes. The irises are rimmed with amber with a ring of gold in the middle and nearly imperceptible streaks of green growing out from her pupils. They’re big, bright and piercing. It’s as if she’s looking directly into my soul. My eyes travel down her long, slim nose to her cheekbones, which are rosy and round like a couple of ripe apples. A smile teases her small, plump lips.
I suddenly realize I haven’t spoken. I hold out my hand, unprepared for the tidal wave that sweeps over me at the touch of her soft, smooth fingers. My calloused hands haven’t held anything this delicate and wonderful in years. I’ve touched plenty of women in my life, but I’ve never met one and felt like I would shatter into a million pieces if I let her go.
“Eddie Turner,” I say simply. My voice is a bit hoarse, probably from straining with all my might against the urge to take her in my arms and taste her sweetness for myself. This is my best friend’s fiancée’s little sister. I’m here to be polite and pleasant, not a pervert.
“Elyza Calloway,” she replies. If I’m not mistaken, there’s a touch of hoarseness in her voice as well. I’ve been with enough women to know when someone is turned on by me. Her mouth looks drier than usual. She’s unconsciously pushing her chest out. I can detect a slight hint of her pebbled nipples through her tight sweater.
Fuck me. This little girl has no idea what she’s asking for. I stand at least a good foot taller than her. She’s so tiny, and if her mouth looks this fuckable, I can only imagine how snug and wet her pussy is. Underneath that sweater, she’s only wearing a pair of leggings. All I can think about right now is ripping a hole in that sinfully thin fabric and squeezing my girth into her tight channel, pumping in and out, watching her dark, plush lashes shadow her stunning eyes as she moans out my name…
Damien’s truck pulls into the driveway, ripping me out of my wicked thoughts. I chastise myself inwardly. This girl can’t be much older than eighteen. She’s far too young to fuck up her life by being with a man like me. This zap of chemistry between us needs to be neutralized, and quick.
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