“Give your heart to a man worthy of the claim.” That’s been his constant excuse for keeping distance between us. Little does he know that I’m his for the taking. If only he’d have me.
Nolan Jasper has been my broody neighbor for almost six years. I’ve been hopelessly infatuated with him just as long. The bond I have with his little girl only serves to strengthen that hold.
Since they moved in that stormy night, I’ve been trying to restore what was lost. I would do just about anything for those two. Acting as Nolan’s reliable doormat is getting old, though. Especially when he seems incapable of accepting love.
I’m finally willing to admit that man is a lost cause. Too broken. Jaded. Withdrawn.
Nolan Jasper has pushed me away for the last time. If only he realized it before I’m already gone.
That’s been his constant excuse for keeping distance between us.
Little does he know that I’m his for the taking.
If only he’d have me.
Nolan Jasper has been my broody neighbor for almost six years.
I’ve been hopelessly infatuated with him just as long.
The bond I have with his little girl only serves to strengthen that hold.
Since they moved in that stormy night, I’ve been trying to restore what was lost.
I would do just about anything for those two.
Acting as Nolan’s reliable doormat is getting old, though.
Especially when he seems incapable of accepting love.
I’m finally willing to admit that man is a lost cause.
Nolan Jasper has pushed me away for the last time.
If only he realized it before I’m already gone.
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“What’s your deal? Why do you insist on brushing me off?” I’m not sure where this bold attitude is coming from, but I lean into the shift.
Headlights from the street reflect through the front window, illuminating his frown. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”
I scoff and cross my arms. “Don’t pretend that you haven’t thought about exploring more between us. I see the lingering stares. Those subtle touches that last far longer than friendly brushes. I won’t wait for you much longer.”
He averts his glare to a spot on the floor. “I never expected you to.”
“Then why are you sabotaging my love life? Pete is a nice enough guy, but you ran him off. Is that you marking your territory?” I couldn’t care less about Pete and his pushy tactics, but the principle remains.
“Do you want me to?”
His smirk calls me on my bullshit. “You don’t need his kind of trouble.”
“But I need yours?”
“Be careful with what you’re implying.”
There’s no diverting the roll I’m on. “Why?”
“Because you can’t take it back.”
“Maybe I don’t want to.”
Nolan straightens, shoving frigid distance between us. “We can’t cross this line.”
That’s the moment I snap. A haze flickers across my vision as I swivel to face him. “Am I fucking invisible?”
He recoils at my harsh tone. “No.”
“Then why have you been looking through me for six years?”
His expression morphs, cracking under the pressure. In the next instant, his mouth is slamming against mine. I jolt from the sudden onslaught. Nolan tunnels his fingers in my hair, locking me in place against him. The shock vanishes when he groans against me.
Blistering passion explodes from where we’re connected. I part my lips and grant him entry, heat flooding me instantly. His need pumps in my bloodstream with every swipe of his tongue against mine. The fist in my hair guides me to the position he wishes. His demand for control only stokes the fire rushing under my skin. I shiver from the burn. He hauls me closer, and I seek solace in his warmth.
Screw going slow for a mere taste. This man is devouring me.
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“I’d say it’s nice to meet you, but I’ve never been a good liar.” That’s his initial offense against me. Don’t worry—there’s plenty more where that came from.
Landon Winters is colder than his last name suggests. Cruel and callous too. He’s a billionaire by his own making—not satisfied with simply inheriting a white collar and silver spoon. Landon’s arrogance is so thick I could choke on the stench alone. He’s also responsible for gouging a jaded chip into my shoulder.
The only saving grace is never having to see him again. Wishful thinking is a fickle beast.
My boss just announced that Landon is my latest client. I’ll need to impress him or kiss my promotion goodbye. Either way, this is my chance to get even.
Revenge is all I see. The price for redemption is steep. Landon will pay a small fortune in humiliation. And I’ll walk away filthy rich in vindication.
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I glance at his sneakers. “What’s your opinion on cowboy boots?”
“Everyone should own a pair.” The statement rolls off his tongue like an indisputable fact.
I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. “Never have I ever.”
“Oh, are we playing?” That sinful grin tilts higher.
The heat coiling inside me cranks hotter. “I was just stating a fact.”
“Next time we’re at the Salt Lick, it’s on.”
“That game is definitely more entertaining with copious amounts of liquor.” I tip the beer to my lips.
“Especially with your lewd frame of mind.”
“Ha, you’re hilarious.”
“And you’re the one who coined CornHub.”
I pick at some lint on the blanket. “You’ve got me there.”
“I appreciate your wild and adventurous spirit.” The gleam in his gaze returns.
A twitch crooks at the corner of my lips. Volleying with an equally sweet comment is a seamless move. Instead, I allow a trickling melody of silence to dance between us.
Reeve peers over at me. “Any interest in going to a football game?”
I knit my brows. Attending a sporting event had occurred to me as an option. I didn’t know where to begin with possibilities, though. “Iowa doesn’t have a pro team.”
“Damn, you’re cute.” He chuckles and lightly nudges me in the ribs. “I meant high school.”
And now I want to hide behind a tree. “Ah, that makes more sense.”
“Certainly does. So, wanna go?”
“Yeah, absolutely. I’m a fan of the game. Did you ever play?”
“Offensive line. I was a tight end,” he explains.
“No past tense about that,” I whisper.
“If that does something for you, I still have my jersey.”
“How about the stretchy pants?”
“Ball huggers,” Reeve corrects.
“Yeah,” I purr.
It might be my imagination, but he seems to bend closer. The blue in his eyes swirls with tiny specks of green. The usually cool combination sparks with fire. His hand barely brushes mine, but an unmistakable tingle zaps up my arm. Rather than retreating, he traces the center of my palm with his finger. This type of touch—whether by accident or very much on purpose is irrelevant—steps our harmless flirting up several notches. I suck in a sharp breath, and he notices.
Reeve shifts a safe distance away, taking his warmth with him. The absence of his touch is an immediate loss. His gaze burns into me, vivid depths swirling with undeniable want that I’m positive reflects in my own eyes. He leans in, ghosting the tip of his nose across my cheek. I tremble and tilt into him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.
I lick my bottom lip, preparing to eliminate this invisible barrier separating us once and for all.