Author: Alex Rosa
Release Date: February 7, 2017
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Julia Ferris had it all. A loving a boyfriend, a glamorous city, and a high paying job. What more could a girl want? She’d ask you, “What if all those things weren’t what you wanted... ever?”
Julia’s life has always been defined by everyone around her, but one day she makes the rash decision to finally live life for herself, and it all starts with a pair of shoes. Now it becomes her only guide.
From new jobs, to new boys, and a life in a big city she was never prepared for, she can at least admit one thing now:
It’s all exactly what she wants... kind of.
Title: Rash Decisions
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Author: Alex Rosa
Release Day: February 7, 2017
If sexual tension were tangible, I think it would spark electric blue, and right now it would be visibly igniting between me and Julia.
I’ve come to the conclusion that being alone with Julia is dangerous in the best way.
She perches her hands on her knees, leaning into her arms as she lets out a quiet sigh, getting closer to me. Her eyes just as entranced as mine.
Her breath smells overly sweet, beckoning me, and I can’t tell if I’m making it all up in my head. I lick my lips just in case.
I wonder how much time I have before we arrive at her building or mine. I’m not ready for the night to end, not now, not that I have her to myself.
However, I’m not going to be able to contain myself if she keeps egging me on like this.
She’s been toying with me all night.
“Are you going to kiss me, Troy?
My heart leaps into my throat. At this point, I’m highly considering I’m way more buzzed than I previously thought. I rub my thumbs and fingertips together, aching to touch her but in limbo with myself.
She releases a sexy, frustrated breath of air, and then turns to the look out the window. “Never mind.
She whips her head to look at me. Catching her in my stare, she runs a nervous hand through her long hair. This time I clench my fists. It’s as if her buzz is fighting her nerves too.
“Troy,” she retorts.
Everything is always a damn game. I try to get a grip, and pick my confidence back up off the floor.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” I ask.
Her teeth come down on that plump bottom lip, but her eyes squint as they examine my face among the passing shadows of the street lamps.
Shocking me, as if distracted by something she leans in close, and I hold my breath when her slender hand comes up to my face. Her fingertips graze over my chin, sliding over the skin below my lips. She’s so close and the whole change in direction throws me.
“You’re really dangerous, you know that?” she says.
I’m intrigued. If she’s fishing for something, she’s most definitely going to catch something.
I know this is the booze talking, and I’m right there with her. I know wrong from right, but I don’t care.
“Don’t you think I should be telling you that? Sometimes I wish you could go back to doing things I despise so I can hate you again.”
She smiles. It’s her hum that follows that feels goading.
With everything and nothing to lose all at once, I throw caution to the wind.
I lean in just that little bit. My body is hungry, but the slow press of my lips to hers is so much more than lustful determination. Even I’m a bit shocked by it, but the sensual calm doesn’t last for long.
Her humid gasp against my mouth causes my blood to ignite at my lips, like catching a wick of dynamite, and I swear it burns a trail right into my core, exploding and rocketing outward. That is when I lose control.
Her mouth acclimates to mine quickly and I smile against her lips as a similar hunger reveals itself through every lapping stroke. Her hands tangle themselves into my hair, anchoring my lips to hers, allowing my own to slide down to her delicate hips, my nails digging into the thin fabric.
I want her. All of her.
I pull her toward me, our bodies curving around each other.
Her lips are softer than I imagined and she tastes of sweet champagne and sin.
She takes my bottom lip, sucking on it as her fingertips trail down my neck, and smooth over my shoulders.
I can’t contain my groan. Kissing her feels like winning the lottery.
I move to kiss a trail up her delicate jaw. She throws her head back, giving me full access to her beautiful skin. I nibble on her earlobe before dragging my tongue and peppering kisses over her neck, while my hand slides down to the smooth skin of her thighs. How often have I daydreamed of doing just this? Her soft moan has my heart working in overdrive.
Nothing else matters. Only her. Only this dammed forbidden moment.
My dick hardens inside my pants, aching for her.
There’s a moment when the car slows and our eyes flicker open, pausing. She’s nearly in my lap, and I won’t let her go.
In the patchy darkness we both notice we’ve arrived at my building first.
Our rushed breathes collide with each other as my lips brush lightly over hers, begging for more.
“Are you coming or going, Julia?”
There I said it, and I still won’t let her go. One hand is still firmly on her hip, aching for the skin beneath her dress, and the other inching slowly back up her thigh. My hands reflexively refuse to give up, but I’m giving her an out. She has every right to take it.
She doesn’t take a second to think, or maybe she does. I can’t tell if her decision is a thoughtful one as she replies, “Coming.”