Three days have passed since the conversation with Liam in the coffee shop. Even though everything in me is screaming to reach out and say-yes, yes, yes! I haven't. I keep vacillating. If this were solely about me following my heart, it would be a no brainer.But it's not that simple. Life is never that simple. I have to do what's best for both of us. Not just for me, but Liam as well. The dark-haired football player is leading with his heart. I can't allow myself to do that. No one in Liam's life has cared enough to put him first. And he deserves that. More than anything, he deserves to have someone make decisions based solely on what's best for him and him alone. That's what I'm trying to do.I care too much about him to do anything less. Tango is curled up on my lap, purring away. I'm about to delve into a stack of papers to grade when the doorbell rings. With a glance at the door, I set down my blue marking pen and scoop up the cat before moving him to the other si
"Ms. Monroe?"I glance at Isabella, who has snuck up on me when I wasn't paying attention. It's not something that happens often, but this situation with Liam has thrown me off my game. And I hate it. I hate that I'm so easily distracted and not giving one hundred percent to my kids."Yes, Bella?""Are we having a guest today?"I frown, wondering why she would ask the question. One of the first things we do in the morning is go over our schedule for the day. If there is a change, that's the time it's mentioned. The class functions better when they know what to expect."Nope. Today is a normal day. No speakers or assemblies." I tilt my head. "Why do you ask?"She points a finger toward the door.Air rushes from my lungs as my gaze collides with a gunmetal gray one.Liam.What's he doing here?He holds up his hand in tentative greeting. "Hi."As he stands at the threshold of the room-looking so damn sexy in a navy Henley and jeans with his leather jacket hanging open in the fr
Eighteen months later..."Here you go, babe."I open the sliding door that leads out to the brick paver patio and hand Gia a glass of decaf unsweetened iced tea.She flashes a grateful smile. I'm not sure if the expression is because she's happy to see me or for the tea. Although, I'm going with the latter. I'm beginning to suspect that Gia might be addicted to the stuff.After swallowing down half the glass, she relaxes onto the plush lounger before a sigh of contentment escapes from her lips. "Thanks. That was exactly what I needed."I chuckle and cock a brow in her direction. "Oh, really? I seem to recall those being your exact words last night. And-for the record-it wasn't tea I gave you."Her smile broadens as a sexy glint ignites in her eyes as they stay focused on me. I'm not going to lie, that's exactly where I like them. "But this time I actually mean it. I had a serious craving for that tea."I drop onto the seat next to her and bark out a laugh. "Oh, yeah? I'll
It's a little after eleven o'clock, and already this place is completely packed. It's standing room only. It might be a crappy, hole-in-the-wall dive bar, but I can't deny its popularity. Although, I suspect that has a lot to do with the cheap beer. Since it's not even half a mile away from Barnett University, and most of these people look young, my guess is that a lot of college kids have taken up residence here. I'm just thankful that Noah was able to reserve a round, high-top table for the three of us to park ourselves at.The lights are low, drunken voices pushing in from all sides, and the music-well, it's even louder than these students cutting loose on a Saturday night. The pulsing beat practically reverberates off the walls. Even though this isn't my usual style of music or venue, my gaze is glued to the four guys performing on stage."I had no idea that your brother was so hot!" Harper's gaze never deviates from him. "It must be the whole musician vibe he's got going
Cue the mental groaning. I am so not into this. All I want is to head back to the relative safety of the table. Impatiently, I give him a polite smile, hoping this won't take too long. Even though it's been two months since Tyler and I broke up, hooking up is the last thing on my mind. When I'm finally ready to jump back into the dating pool again, it won't be with a drunk college kid who has zero idea that women have a little something called a clit. Let alone where one might find it.I dealt with that in college. I'm not interested in reliving that part of the experience again.At this stage of the game, I'm only interested in men who have, at the very least, a rudimentary understanding as to how the female orgasm is achieved. And are willing to take the time to prove it. Let's just say that Tyler had a working knowledge of female anatomy but wasn't always willing to put forth the necessary time and effort to achieve those goals.I met Tyler about three and a half years ago
I blink before it occurs to me that this man-this incredibly gorgeous man, I might add-is attempting to save me from the idiot who won't take no for an answer.It takes a second to slide into character. "Well, sweetie, I was just, ah, talking to this guy who rather thoughtfully asked if I was interested in having a threesome with him." I tilt my head to hold his gaze and bat my lashes. The hottie next to me drops a quick kiss on my forehead before cocking his head to the side. He takes his time, looking the other guy up and down. A prickle of concern blooms in the pit of my belly. Maybe playing along with this wasn't such a good idea after all. The last thing I need is for a fight to break out. "Sure, I'm down with that. Why don't the three of us head back to our place for a little bit of fun? We'll need to stop and pick up some extra lube. I'm fresh out." He gives the guy a wink along with a sexy smirk before adding, "I think we're going to need it."My mouth tumbles open
She's right.It won't end with one drink.I've spent the better part of my evening keeping my sights locked on her. There is no way I'm going to allow this woman to slip through my fingers. If I'd thought I wanted her from afar, it's nothing compared to the hot shafts of desire spearing through me now.She's even more beautiful up close. I knew her hair would be a dark, lustrous color but upon closer inspection, I realize that it's as black and silky as a raven's wing. And long. It tumbles over her shapely shoulders and down her back in thick, full waves.Waves that I'm already fantasizing about sinking my fingers into. Or wrapping around my fist as I tug her head, forcing her to arch that curvy little body as I thrust deep inside her. That image has my fingers itching to tangle themselves in that heavy mass.And don't get me started on those eyes. She has the clearest blue eyes I've ever seen in my life. Even in the dim lighting that shrouds us, they shine brightly.It's almo
##Chapter 5: GiaHe pins me against his apartment door. A second later, his mouth crashes onto mine. And then I'm lost to the sensation as his tongue sweeps inside my mouth. The way his hands stroke over my body has shivers scampering down my spine and arousal bursting to life in their wake. A whimper slides from my lips.He draws away enough to ask, "You like that, baby?" His voice is gravelly. As if he's as turned on by what we're doing as I am.I can only nod. Any other response feels beyond me.Playfully, he nips at my lips before growling, "I want to hear you say the words. I want you to tell me exactly what turns you on." He licks and bites at my swollen flesh. "You know what I like?" He doesn't wait for an answer, which is probably for the best. My brain isn't exactly functioning at optimum capacity. "A woman who isn't afraid to tell me what she wants. There's nothing sexier than that."Gaaaaah.Another moan escapes from me. I'm half-afraid that if I try to give voic