Pretending He’s You
Series: Nashville Nights, Book 4
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
Terrified her friends are moving on without her, she’s’s determined to make things work with Emmett, her on-again off-again boyfriend since high school.
The only problem? Tyler isn’t ready to let her go. Despite her boyfriend and his girlfriend, these two are drawn together like magnets. When she’s with Emmett she wishes she was with Tyler and vice versa.
Will Livvie ever get tired of pretending and pick one guy? Or will she keep bouncing back and forth between the two of them indefinitely?
Save Me From Myself
Oh yes, the texting,” he replies, and I can hear the smirk in his voice. “Well, at any rate, I’m glad you guys got along. SB hasn’t approved of many women in the past few years, and that can cause huge problems.”
“Maybe it’s because we’re closer in age than most women you date, you dirty old man.”
Releasing my hand, he pinches my side which makes me yelp. He narrows his eyes at me, “Not funny,” he says dryly.
I double over in laughter at the expression on his face, and he glares at me. When I finally calm down enough to look at him, he’s looking at me closely. Uh-oh, I’m not sure I like that expression! Just when I’m about to ask what he’s thinking, he pulls me into an alley and my back is against the wall. He crushes his mouth down on mine, and brings his body flush against me. In seconds, his tongue is in my mouth, and I feel like I’m going to combust. When I tangle my fingers in his hair, he pulls away from me.
“No darlin’,” he says, and taking my hands in his, he pulls them up above my head. I inhale sharply, and his mouth lands on the sensitive spot behind my ear. “I’ll teach you to not call me an old man,” he rasps, and trails his tongue down my neck, raising goosebumps along the trail. Oh. My. I’m trembling weak-kneed, and it feels like my body is on fire.
David begins running his free hand up and down from hip to just underneath my heaving breasts, but I can’t concentrate on anything other than the feel of his mouth on my neck. His very talented mouth. I suddenly feel his hand cup my breast. Just like that, I can’t breathe and my pulse starts racing. David kneads it, and my nipple pebbles against his hand. He groans, and I sag against the wall. He kisses me for what feels like hours, and when he finally breaks away and releases my hands, I grip his shoulders tightly.
We’re both breathing heavy, and he rests his forehead against mine. He stares into my eyes, and his eyes are almost glowing with desire. As I come back to reality, I feel the hard ridge of his arousal against my stomach, and I can’t help but squirm.
Groaning, he closes his eyes and says, “You’re killing me. You know that right?” and I smile, loving the effect I have on him. The same effect he has on me, so it’s nice to know that I’m not alone.
Taking my hand again, we walk back to the alley’s exit. He quickly looks up and down the street before leading me back onto the street towards our destination.
Stacey is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author of Second Chances (co-authored with H.M. Ward) and the Nashville Nights series.
She is also a wife, mother, writer and self-professed bookwhore - not necessarily in that order! As the mother of three growing boys, her Kindle has become her temporary escape from the insanity of boys, dogs and her husband. Stacey can usually be found curled up with her iPad when she's supposed to be writing or creating endless playlists on Spotify!
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