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402 pages, Paperback
First published July 3, 2013
"The girl you saw tonight is the girl I've been trying to escape."
"I want so much more from him than just a summer fling. When I feel him press a kiss on the top of my head, it seals the deal. I am falling head over heals in love with this guy."
"I'd never lie to you or hurt you. I've never wanted anyone as much as I want you, Whitney."
"...I'm probably not good enough for her, but I'd spend every second with her trying to prove that I am."
"I love you so much that it scares me."
I need to escape the fact that my boyfriend of four years went and slept with the first girl who flashed her tits at him in college. The majority of my teenage life was wasted on a guy I was sure was going to be my future husband. What a joke. The cold, dark organ that used to be my heart still beats strong as I eye the gravel lane that signals my homestretch, only now it beats out of rage instead of love.
I imagine the wild look in his eyes and the way his body would move in the heat of an attack. Somehow, in my mind, all I can think about is how badly I want Cole to channel his obvious agitation into something a little more sexual, preferably with me on the receiving end.
“Let me know of ever want to use my…hammer,” he chuckles as he settles into his truck and fires up the engine. As he backs out of the parking lot and drives away, I feel the fire return to my cheeks as he confirmed knowing what I hoped I’d hidden. Cole Pritchett know I am interested in his tool.
“I don’t you need you to do me any favors.” With a determined smirk, she wraps her hand around my neck and pulls my head down to hers. “And I sure as shit don’t want to be your friend.”
As she crashes her lips to mine, every doubt I have about us vanishes…
“And you’re right, I’m probably not good enough for her but I’d spend every second with her trying to prove that I am.”
“You wouldn’t really shoot those poor little squirrels would you?” she pouts.
I shake my head to appease her. The truth is I love to go hunting, but if she asked me to, I’d become a member of PETA tomorrow.
When the cause of my excitement walks into the bathroom and wraps his arms around me, my body immediately reacts. He doesn’t do anything other than rest his chin on my shoulder and smile, and every drop of blood in my veins rushes between my legs as my skin start to surge like it is begging for his touch. I am officially addicted. Perfect. I am a sex junkie and Cole Pritchett is my dealer.
“Look at me,” I plead, but she gives me nothing. “Look at me goddamnit.” I raised my voice and immediately regret it until I see the way her eyes snap to mine. She takes in a heavy breath between her parted cherry-red lips as she leans in, waiting for my next command. It appears Ms. Vandaveer like being told what to do. I can definitely work with this.
“I need you to tell me how you feel, Whit. I need to know that the way I feel about you isn’t one-sided and that you don’t actually agree with what your father said. I need you to tell me that I’m not crazy for being in love with you, and that despite the way you acted in front of him, you feel the same way.”
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