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533 pages, Kindle Edition
Published May 12, 2014

‘He stepped in front of her with a furrowed brow. “Nicks, do I frighten you? I get the feeling I do.”
“Yes. And no. It’s been a long time since someone held my hand.”
“That’s a crying shame. You should have your hand held every night.” His voice was low and husky, causing a chemical reaction in every cell of her body. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He put two fingers under her chin and lifted it until she was looking into those damned eyes.
“I know.” She cringed inside. Where had that come from? She didn’t know. Sometimes the nicest people turned out to be the biggest assholes.’

“You don’t need to be scared of me. I get you. You put the tough outer shell when you put on that guitar because you think it’s expected of you. I do too. That’s not really us though, is it? It’s a musician thing. I’ll let my guard down if you will.”
He pressed both of her hands to his lips. “I’d really like to get to know the girl who shelved books on detention in the library, not the one who threatened to put a shoe in my balls. I could fall hopelessly in love with the delinquent librarian, though I have to admit I find the hot rock star exciting as hell.”
“Stop it.”
“I’d like to keep seeing you, Nicks. Yes?”
Nicks hesitated. She got lots of attention from men when she played, but the guitar acted as a buffer, a shield. This dark man wanted to strip all that away and look inside her. It was scary, but…
“Yes. I’d like that too.”
‘He was just so…touchable.
He didn’t move. His eyes glazed over as he stared at her, his head at an angle. “I wonder what you’d taste like if I kissed you.”
She shook her head, dazed at how sexy those perfectly innocuous words sounded coming out of his mouth. “I don’t know.”
“Would you be sweet like strawberries? Bubblegum? Cotton Candy?”
Her heart picked up the pace, determined to match her breathing.
“Or would you burn me? Like whiskey?”
She ran light fingertips over his brow, his lips, his cheeks, is eyelids. For some reason, the nerve endings in her fingers seemed to have a direct path to her pussy.
“Why don’t you kiss me and find out?” she whispered.’
‘Someone once told her that the opposite of love was not hate. It was indifference. She’d never, ever felt indifferent toward Stone Jensen.’
‘What was it about kissing him that seemed to make time stand still? How did he always manage to make sounds and smells and coherent thought grind to a halt when he touched her, until it was just the two of them locked together in a sizzle of sexual electricity? Stone Jensen’s hands not only made magic on the guitar, the made magic on her.’
‘It didn’t take long, did it, Stones? That little vixen had him tangled up in knots so tight, he’d never get loose. Not that he was trying. Everything she did enchanted him, even the dirty looks she gave him sometimes. She was an intriguing mix of sweet and spicy, sugar with a shot of jalapeño.’
“That’s my girl. God, I really do love you, Nicks.”
“I love you too.” She liked that warm-all-over feeling she got when she said those words. “We have something, don’t we? You and I. It doesn’t feel like a lie to me. Is it?”
“This is not lie, baby. This is forever.”

‘“What are you thinking?” she whispered as she studied his face.
“Lots of things. How much I love you. How freaking lucky I am to have you. How perfect we are for each other.”
“Really?” The hesitation he’d seen in her eyes suddenly vanished.
“Uh huh.” He bent his head down to hers to that their lips nearly touched. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m thinking you’re the only man who has ever gotten this close to me. And it feels right. I keep trying to find a reason why I should stop you.” She gave a little puff of breath against his mouth. “And I can’t think of anything.”
“Don’t stop me, Nicks. Please…” Nearly mindless with need, he claimed her lips with his own.’

