Olympic medalist and X-game sensation Alex Spearman thinks he’s perfect.
He’s not. I know his kind.
Rich, famous, and emotionally unavailable.
Well…He’s perfect enough to hook up with on the weekend of his sister’s wedding.
His sister is my best friend. This is a disaster in the making.
Did I mention he’s also hot, sexy and funny?
How can I resist?
After a steamy weekend, I agree. We have chemistry.
But it just won’t work out in the long run.
He’s just a fond memory. That is…until he moves next door.
When I’m in need, the almost perfect man offers to help.
On a “friends-only” basis.
“Just friends,” he said. Yeah, right.
Suddenly, Alex is getting too close for comfort.
Things are becoming heated … becoming too real for me.
Is this the real deal or am I another medal to him?
She nods. “Dad and I used to read the books when I was young. It’s our thing, you know? We share our love for mythical creatures and magical worlds.”
She smiles widely. “When I was at my mother’s, I used to read the books by myself and wished I was at Dad’s instead.”
“So now you get to wear a unicorn necklace and look like a fairy?”
Suddenly, I see darkness pushing her bright face. She grabs the handle and starts closing the door. “Thank you again for everything.”
“I’m supposed to stay with you and binge watch a series or just watch a rom-com,” I say, showing her my arm where I scribbled my notes.
Her expression smooths, and her lips slip into a charming grin. Her mouth is framed by a pair of inviting dimples that enchant me.
“So tell me about this first day,” I ask. “We could share some of the chocolate chip cookies I got you.”
She steps aside, inviting me in. “First experiences suck most of the time.”
“First kisses never suck,” I tell her.
“Of course they do,” she protests with conviction.
I brush a strand of her hair, leaning forward. “There’s always that little moment of hesitation. When everything is almost happening. Like, right when you’re about to touch her lips,” I say, my lips are so close to hers. “You wait though.”
“What do you wait for?” she asks with sweetness and innocence.
“For her to step back or lean into the kiss.”
“What if she doesn’t move?”
“That’s my favorite,” I answer before I brush her soft lips with mine.
She gasps as I dip my mouth to hers. This is pretty much like going down the slope at high speed. I can’t stop, I can’t hesitate. One wrong move and it’s a bust. I have to control every movement, lead her. Lean where I want us to go. I slide my tongue across her lips, and she opens them while she wraps her arms around my neck.
I don’t rush it though. If this is the only kiss I get from Hannah, I want it to be perfect. My heart hammers as our kiss leads to more than just demonstrating to her that a first can be extraordinary.
The small whimper she makes as I slide my hand around her waist and pull her into me gets me worked up. I hold nothing back, and she doesn’t either. I move my lips to her jawline, nibbling her soft skin all the way to her earlobe.
She tastes sweet. Like lavender, vanilla, and honey. I could eat her. Nibble every inch of her skin, drink her all.
As she pushes her hips up against me, trying to get closer, my eyes open. Our gazes connect. I want to consume her. All of her. The pain from climbing the tree is gone, replaced by desire—a hunger I’ve never come across before.
I run a hand through the back of her neck, my fingers curl around her skull, gripping her head tightly.
“Waiting?” she asks between shallow breaths.
I nod. “You’re in charge, do you want me to continue?”
She rises on her tiptoes, leaning closer. This time, I devour her. Our tongues tangle and fuck if the fire isn’t consuming us.
Lust and adrenaline rush through my veins. I run a hand up and down her round, tight ass. My length is turning into a piece of steel. Throbbing, needy steel that wants to slide inside her. A sexy moan escapes her lips as I move between her thighs and push her against the door.
Her legs wrap around my hips, and anything besides fucking her is off the table. There’s no restraint. For her, or for myself.
I break the kiss, gasping for some air. “Are you sure about this?”
“I have this theory,” she says. “Being with a guy for the first time being awkward and meh. Do you want to prove me wrong?”