Wild Girls Rule
by Rosalie Lario
Everly Brothers #1
Publication Date: September 29, 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
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Slowly,
he leaned forward. The movement slid her hand just a fraction higher
up his thigh, and she held her breath.
His
lips stopped just inches from hers, so close his warm,
whiskey-scented breath fanned her skin. They trailed to her ear,
grazing the surface of her skin and sending a shiver down her spine.
Her stomach tightened from his proximity, from the urge to feel his
body rub against hers.
“I
can’t
say I’m
not tempted,” he
whispered into her ear. “Because
I am. Very much so. But you and me, that would be a very bad idea.”
“Why?”
she whispered
back. Her voice came out thin and shaky, but she was past the point
of caring.
“I
have nothing to offer you. And you deserve better than that.”
Leaving
her to process his words, Andrew sat back and dug into his pocket. He
pulled a few bills out of his wallet and set them onto the counter.
“Go
back to your room, Hailey.” His
eyes met hers. “Get
some sleep. We’ll
forget any of this ever happened.”
He
rose from the bar and left.
He…left?
What?
Her
body trembled with shock as she turned to watch him go. He wanted
her. She knew it. She’d
seen the desire in his eyes.
How
was it possible that he could just walk away?
No.
I don’t
think so.
Not
without talking about this. Not without a better reason than he had
nothing to offer her.
She
wasn’t
asking for anything more than hot sex. And there was no doubt in her
mind he was more than equipped to give her that.
Rising
to her feet, Hailey rushed out of the bar, leaving behind the soft,
muted roar of the ever-increasing crowd.
She
caught up with him as he entered the elevator, and slipped inside
before it closed with just him inside. Anger took over.
How
could he so nonchalantly walk away?
“Hold
on now,” she
said.
He
straightened to his full height, eyes wary.
“Who
are you to tell me what I do or don’t
need?”
“Hailey—”
“I
have news for you, Andrew.” Her
feet glided toward him, and his back hit the wall. She came to a stop
inches away, rising to her toes so she could better meet his eyes.
“I’m
not a little girl anymore. I’m
a grown woman who can make her own decisions.”
He
sighed and leaned his head against the wall. “Hailey,
I—”
“That
includes whom I do or don’t
sleep with.” She
poked her finger into his firm chest. “And
if I want to have a night of meaningless fun, I’m
perfectly entitled to do so.”
His
eyes flashed with heat. “I
didn’t
say—”
“So,
if you’re
going to turn me down, give me a better reason than you have nothing
to offer me.”
“I
don’t—”
She
jabbed her finger into his chest again. “Because
all I want from you is sex.”
Andrew
let out a muffled curse and grabbed her wrist. The spark of heat in
his gaze flamed into a blazing inferno. He tugged, and she went
tumbling forward. Right into his arms.
The
warm slide of his chest against hers made her gasp for breath. When
his arms closed around the small of her back, her heart thumped a
furious rhythm. She locked gazes with him, unable to tear herself
away from the emotions raging in his eyes.
“You
should know better than to ask that of me,”
he whispered,
his voice low and hoarse.
“Why?”
She let herself
relax against him, let her hips move forward to press against his. He
was hard and hot down there, and he oh so definitely wanted her. If
the arousal pressing against her stomach hadn’t
told her so, the muscle ticking in his jaw would have.
She
reached up to trace the hard line of his chin, the strong bridge of
his nose. Down to his full, kissable lips. How many times had she
imagined doing just that, kissing him until he went crazy for want of
her?
“It’s
okay, you know,” she
said. “To
let yourself go every now and again.”
He
sucked in a breath and his eyes lowered down her body. The tension
between them rose to unbearable levels, making every nerve ending in
her body tingle with awareness. He was weakening, she could feel it.
He wanted her as badly as she wanted him.
“I
can’t,”
he whispered.
“You
can.”
Slowly,
his gaze rose back to her lips. The conflict pouring from him was
almost palpable.
“It’s
a bad idea,” he murmured.
Maybe,
but…
She
gave him a sexy little grin. “Sometimes the bad ideas are the most
fun.”
His
gaze grew softer, desire curling in his eyes. Darkening them to
luscious pools of heat.
Rosalie Lario is the author of the contemporary romance series, THE EVERLY BROTHERS, as well as the paranormal romance series, DEMONS OF INFERNUM and THE FALLEN WARRIORS. Rosalie double majored in Anthropology and Classics as an undergraduate student, and briefly considered becoming an archaeologist before realizing they don't actually live the life of Indiana Jones. So what was a classical geek armed with a lot of useless knowledge to do? Become a lawyer, of course! After attending law school in Florida, she practiced real estate law for several years before finally admitting to herself that negotiating contracts wasn't nearly as fun as dreaming up stories. When not writing, you can find her on a boat somewhere along South Florida's waterways, chasing down a rainbow or pretending to be a pirate.
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