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Blurb
He was my older brother's best friend.
He was never supposed to be mine.
I thought we would get it out of our system and move on.
One of us did.
One of us left.
Now he’s back, looking at me like he wants to devour me.
And all those feelings I’d turned into anger are brewing into something else,
something that terrifies me.
He broke my heart last time.
This time he'll obliterate it.
This is a standalone.
EXCERPT
“Look at me, Elle,” he says, using the
deliciously low demanding voice that once made my toes curl and my eyes roll
back, and I have no choice but to tilt my head to give him my attention.
“Forget those lame guys you’re dating.
Let me take you out.”
My
heart, if possible, spikes further in my chest, overriding all warning of the
impending chaos that’s sure to come. I try turning my attention to the poster
hanging beside me, but the kissing couple makes me look back at him and the
deep green eyes that are burning into mine. My stomach does a flip-flop, the
way it always does when he looks at me that way and I try to take my hands back
because these feelings are too scary for me to deal with right now, but he
holds them tighter, bringing them up to his mouth and kissing the tip of my
ring finger. Why did he pick that finger to kiss? I pull harder and he finally
lets my hand drop.
“I can’t,” I say, my voice coming out hoarse.
A myriad of emotions flash in his eyes before
they settle on determination and I’m forced to take a step back, away from his
scent, away from his warmth, and into the cold closet behind me.
“Why not?”
I sigh, finally looking away, back down to his
naked feet. “I just can’t.” He knows why not. He shouldn’t ask me that
question. “What’s Vic doing, anyway?”
His body moves into mine so quickly that I
don’t have time to react to his large hands clutching my arms or his face
dropping until we’re nose to nose. I just stare, wide eyed, waiting for his
lips to fall over mine, but they don’t. He just looks at me, breathes on me,
lets me breathe on him, and he groans. And that fucking groan travels from his
body into mine and crawls into the core of me, draping over every fiber inside
of me.
“What
do you want, Oliver?” I whisper against his lips. “What do you want from me?
You want to kiss me? You want to fuck me? You want to come into my life like
the hurricane that you are and tear down everything I’ve rebuilt and disappear
just as quickly?”
His lips brush slightly against mine, just a
breath of a touch as he stands there, crowding me like he’s about to devour me.
But he won’t. He never goes in for the kill. He just lures me, casts me, reels
me in and pulls away. His hands drop and his face leaves mine with the same
quickness and I feel a pang deep inside me that I wish wasn’t there.
“I’m sorry,” he says quietly, shaking his head
in a movement that makes his hair sway back and forth. His eyes are soft on
mine now and I can almost hear his thoughts: I should have never kissed her. I should have never—
My brows rise in surprise at the apology,
though. There are so many things I can say to him, but the sudden defeated look
in his eyes keeps my mouth shut. Finally, I exhale and push off the wall,
standing in front of him, with enough distance between us that we can’t reach
out and touch each other.
“It’s okay just… don’t do it again. The kiss
the other day was a mistake…” I stop talking and walk past him, putting my bra
away and sorting through my underwear drawer like it has some sort of hidden
treasure or something. This time when I feel him come up behind me, I drop my
head and exhale. He really needs to stop sneaking up behind me.
“Oli—“ I start and gasp when I feel his lips
on the back of my neck, soft and warm. My heart thunders and my hands begin to
shake inside the drawer so I close my eyes and focus on breathing. He drops
another kiss right beside that spot. I never knew the back of my neck was so
sensitive. The feeling sends a ripple of sensation down my arms and through my
body.
“It wasn’t a mistake,” he says in a husky
whisper that makes my flesh break out in goose bumps. “You’ve never been a
mistake. You want me to tell your brother that I want to take you out? Is that
what it would take?”
About the Author
Claire
Contreras graduated with her BA in Psychology from Florida International
University. She lives in Miami, Florida with her husband, two little boys, and
three dogs.
Her
favorite past times are: daydreaming, writing, and reading.
She has
been described as a random, sarcastic, crazy girl with no filter.
Life is
short, and it’s more bitter than sweet, so she tries to smile as often as her
face allows. She enjoys stories with happy endings, because life is full of way
too many unhappy ones.
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