Publisher: SAM & Associates, LLC on September 8, 2015
Genres: Romance, Sports, Adult
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Dark deception has pushed Emma past her limits. She has no choice but to run again.
Back home, she falls in the arms of her childhood crush, sweet and sexy Jaken Tanner, NFL quarterback and publicly all around nice guy.
Emma is desperate to put her sordid past behind her and become the kind of woman worthy of the pure and passionate love Jaken offers.
Despite their immediate attraction and Jaken being the man of her dreams, Emma is afraid to get sucked into his famous guy life and lose herself all over again.
If only she could erase the last few years. If she could forget the pain and shame of her actions, Jaken is her second chance.
Will her past destroy her chance with the perfect guy or will Emma realize she may be perfectly created by her past to build a future with her one true love?
A New Season contains explicit scenes of a sexual nature and is not suitable for readers under 18 years of age.
I woke to Jaken’s lips on the back of my neck.
“Morning,” he said as he kissed me again.
His kisses distracted me up to the point when his hand covered my breast.
I moaned and it sounded more like a question, but not a protest. He stopped kissing me. I looked at him over my left shoulder.
He continued sliding his tongue up the curve on the side of my neck as his hands went from over my shirt to under it. He made no attempt to take it off.
I pressed into him. He groaned. I groaned back, loving the sound.
He pulled away, and as I leaned back, he looked into my eyes as his hand moved down my stomach and into my shorts. He rested his hand on my pelvic bone, and I said a silent pray of thanks for getting that wax the other day. I felt bad about praying for something like that, but then he touched me, and all I could think…
Oh, my God, that feels good.
I moaned and my head fell back. I closed my eyes and his fingers continued to do things to me I didn’t know were appropriate for a man who made his living with his hands. He hit one spot with his middle finger and I gripped his hand.
“Please,” I whispered.
“Please what?” he said, and his tone made me open my eyes, his breath hot on my cheek.
“Don’t stop.” He gave me that grin again, kissed my nose, and pushed his fingers deeper between my legs.
“You want to come for me, baby?”
We had our eyes locked on each other, and the way he spoke to me, I felt like I was doing this for him instead of the other way around. A sense of pride swelled in my chest as a sense of something else swelled in my center.
“Yes,” I said.
“Okay, come for me.” He commanded.
I knew it was his fingers. The blood had rushed to the area he manipulated with them, but I swear I could have come on command even if he wasn’t touching me. His voice had that kind of power. My toes curled and my fingers dug into his forearm. A wave of whatever power orgasms were made of rushed over me.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered in my ear as I came back to the here and now. He swung a leg over me, as his phone on the nightstand began to buzz. We both looked at it.
“Oh, you’re kidding me,” I said.
He started laughing as he rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. He turned off the alarm and turned back to me.
“I’m sorry.” He leaned over and kissed me. “I have a tee time. I have to go.”
“Fine, leave me here in bed alone.” I flopped back. “Again.”
“Well, at least this time I finished what I started.” He headed into to the bathroom chuckling.
“Then why do I want more?” I asked myself.
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