Hero: Garrett Graham. College hockey player stud. Needs a tutor for one class and begs Hannah Wells (aka Wellsy) for assistance. She wants nothing to do with him. He wants everything to do with her.
Heroine: Hannah Wells. Music major. Lusts after a guy named Justin, but then Garrett barges into her life and won’t leave her alone. He exasperates her and it’s damn adorable.
“Does that feel good?” My voice sounds low and strangled to my ears.
Hannah nods, her green eyes wide as saucers. A breathy noise slips out of her mouth, and I suddenly imagine that mouth wrapped around my dick, and I’m dangerously close to losing it. I snap into emergency jack-off mode, squeezing my shaft tight enough to bring a jolt of pain.
Hannah rubs herself even faster, her other hand skimming up her body to cup one firm breast. She toys with her nipple between her fingers and I bite back a growl. I want to suck on that puckered bud more than I want my next breath.
“What are you thinking about, Wellsy?” I voice the question not just for her sake, but mine. I need a distraction. ASAP.
Her gaze stays glued to the lazy movement of my hand. “I’m thinking about you.”
Oh hell. Not that kind of distraction.
My strokes get faster as my hand takes on a life of its own. There’s a naked woman on my bed and I can’t fuck her. I can’t, because tonight isn’t about me. It’s about Hannah.
“I’m thinking about how sexy you are,” she whispers. “I’m thinking about how much I want to kiss you again.”
I almost go to her and give her what she wants, but I’m terrified the spell will be broken if I do.
“What else?” I say thickly.
Her hand leaves her breast and travels over her flat belly, down the edge of her hips. God, she’s tiny. I could probably span the entire width of her waist with both my hands.
“I’m thinking about your fingers inside me.” I’m thinking about the same damn thing, but I satisfy myself by watching her fingers. She pushes two of them into her pussy, while her other hand continues to tend to her clit. Her cheeks are even more flushed now. So are her breasts.
I realize she’s getting close, and the satisfaction that courses through me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I’m doing this to her. I’m not touching her, but my presence is turning her on.
I pump my cock, squeezing the head on every upstroke. “I’m close,” I warn her.
“Yeah?”
“So fucking close. I don’t think I can hold off for much longer.”
You’ll have to read to see how long Garrett makes it *wink*
This is a terrific romance and a favorite book I’ve read this year. You guys are going to love Garrett and Hannah. Love. The Deal releases on Tuesday. I’ll have my review up that day too.
I need this NOW! lol
Stop teasing! You had me at hockey, as I’m a die hard fan. But this sounds soooo good! Can’t wait to read it. Plus, Love Elle Kennedey
How long does it take to put something on to your wishlist?
No*time*at*all!
I read the first half or so of this book today. I think this scene is even hotter within the plot context because of what the hero is doing for the heroine (more than the obvious).