Lea Travers avoids guys like Max – cocky jocks who assume she’s fragile because of a disability caused by a childhood accident. She likes to be in control, and something about being with Max makes her feel anything but. But during the moments he lets his guard down, Lea sees a soul as broken inside as she is outside. Trusting him is a whole other problem…
When the assaults ramp up and hit close to home, Lea and Max must learn, before it’s too late, that true strength can come from vulnerability…and giving in to trust is sometimes the only way to make things right.
She stripped while he was gone, down to her white lace underwear, which she always loved in contrast to her tattoos.
He was back in under a minute with a condom and stepped out of his sweatpants in the doorway so he stood in front of her naked. Naked and hard and bold and so gorgeous, it took her breath away. And his gaze on her was hot, so hot she was surprised her skin wasn’t on fire.
“Fuck me, doll.”
She reached forward and gripped his hip. “I think it’s the other way around.”
He grinned and pressed his lips to hers and she wondered how she even went two days without a kiss from Max. Without feeling those full lips on hers and his tongue in her mouth and those sexy noises he made in the back of his throat.
She pulled back and flipped open the lid to the shoofly pie.
“What is that?” Max asked as she reached down, slid a drawer open, and retrieved a knife.
“Shoofly pie.” She cut a small slice and pulled it out with her fingers. “Open.”
Max jerked his head back and eyed the treat. “I need some more details other than a weird name.”
She giggled. And she wasn’t a giggler. But everything about Max brought out an inner confidence.
“Trust me. It’s sticky and sweet.”
Max pressed his lips together in a closed-mouth smirk. She giggled harder and pressed the pie slice against his lips. She kissed the corner of his mouth. “Come on,” she whispered, lowering her voice to a purr. “Open.”
Max’s lips softened, and he slowly opened his mouth, baring his teeth for a bite. While he chewed, she took a bite of her own, moaning as the taste hit her tongue.
He swallowed and licked his lips. “Delicious.”
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journalist covering real-life dramas before she decided she liked writing her
own endings better and switched to fiction.
She lives in
Pennsylvania with her husband, two kids and two cats. When she’s not tapping
away on her laptop, she’s probably listening to the characters in her head who
won’t stop talking.