A brand new small town, childhood friends to lovers, one night stand romance is out this week from author AJ Alexander, and I have a little sneak peek for you.
“Anything worth having in life is never easy.”
I can feel the tension crackling between us as I smile back at him. Alarm bells ring in my ears, warning me to run in the opposite direction, but I can’t ignore the magnetic pull I feel toward him. He’s dangerous for my heart. I can feel it in my soul. There’s something about this man that has my mind screaming for me to run in the opposite direction, but my heart is screaming for me to stay. I just wish I knew which one was right.
I try to maintain my composure, but my heart is pounding in my chest and my palms are getting sweaty. I take a sip of my drink, hoping to calm my nerves.
He notices my unease and chuckles. “Indeed, it isn’t,” he says, his voice low and husky. “Good thing I’m always up for a challenge.”
The moment the words leave his mouth, my eyes zero in on his pants, my cheeks heating instantly.
“If you wanted to know what I was packing, all you had to do was ask.”
“Does this always work for you with the ladies?” I question, tilting my head to the side, trying to make sense of the man sitting in front of me.
At first, I had every intention of writing him off as just some guy, but now I’m intrigued. The only problem is, I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing.
“Ladies would imply multiple women. Right now, the only one I have eyes for is you.”
Men like this are a dime a dozen. Gorgeous and exuding confidence, focused on getting between a girl’s legs and nothing more. I should give him what he wants. It would be so easy to walk off the dance floor, pay my tab, and walk out the door with him to have a night of wild passion. But the little voice in the back of my head is telling me this man is dangerous. He doesn’t look like a criminal or that he could even hurt a fly, but my senses are telling me to run in the other direction. Too bad I’m not really listening.
“You can’t be fucking serious right now.” I can’t help but smile at his words and the confidence with which he’s trying so desperately to keep my attention.
“Ah, there it is…” he whispers, a downright illegal smile spreading across his face.
I can’t help but feel a flutter in my chest at the sight of his smile. It’s dangerous how easily he can pull me in with just a few words and a flash of those pearly whites. But I’m not one to back down from a challenge, especially when it comes to men like him.
“There’s what?” I ask, trying to keep my voice level despite the growing heat in my body.
He leans in closer, his eyes locking on mine. “A smile. I’ve been trying to get a real one out of you since I sat down.”
“And why is that?”
“Because before I sat down, you looked like you had the weight of the world resting on your shoulders.” He reaches forward, brushing his finger down my cheek and sending an electric current through my body directly to my pussy. “The silly pickup lines were just a diversion to get your attention.”
“And what makes you think you have my attention?”
He chuckles, the sound low and deep, sending shivers down my spine. “Because, darling, I can see it in your eyes. The way they light up every time I speak.”
I roll my eyes, trying to hide the fact that he’s not entirely wrong. “You’re full of yourself, you know that?”
He leans in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “I’m just confident in what I want, and right now, that’s you.”
Before I can even register what’s happening, he’s kissing me. Our lips mold together in sync as if we’ve done this a million times. His tongue gently caresses my lips as he grips the back of my neck, pulling me tighter into his chest, eliciting a loud moan of pleasure from me. He plunges his tongue into my mouth as if he’s trying to devour me whole. Fire burns in my veins as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to my body. All these feelings are foreign to me, but I know in my heart that I want—no, I need—more.
“The things I want to do to you, Marissa,” he growls before nipping lightly at my lip and standing up straight, taking me along with him. “I guess you win this round.”
“I’d love to think of this as a win-win situation,” I whisper softly as he brushes his thumb along my bottom lip, sending another shiver of need through my body.
First impressions be damned. I had no intention of giving this man the time of day. I was going to take my free drink, make a polite excuse, and then make my way back to my hotel room alone. But after that kiss, there’s no way I’m letting this man out of my sight. It’s just one night, right? What’s the worst that could happen?