Hey everyone! Wrecked releases in less than six weeks, and I can't wait to share Emily and Jake's story! For now, here's the first excerpt.
He wrapped his
arms around me. I leaned my head on his chest. It was strong—muscular, just the
way it looked.
“When can I see
you again?” he mumbled against my hair.
“I’m not sure.”
He moved away so
he could look at me. “I thought we just established we both liked each other.
We kissed—twice. Are you really doubting whether I’m getting a second date?”
“No. You’re
getting a second date, I just don’t know when.”
“Oh. Okay, I can
handle that.” He smiled, and I could see the relief on his face. “Are you
working every night this week?”
“Unfortunately,
yes.”
“And next
weekend?”
“I’m going away.
Back home actually.” I’d been looking forward to the trip for weeks.
“Oh, when do you get back?”
“Sunday, but I’m
not sure what my schedule will be.”
“Can you at least
promise me a date in the next month?”
I laughed. “How
about in the next two weeks?” I wasn’t sure how I’d manage it, but I knew I
would.
“Even better.”
“I should probably
head back.” As great as the date was going, I needed to catch up on sleep.
“All right, let’s
go.”
He held my hand
the whole time, and entirely too quickly, we were standing by my car.
I reached for the
handle.
“Not yet, there’s
one more thing I need to do.” He leaned over again. This time his lips crushed
into mine. He wrapped one arm around me while his other hand cradled my head. I
moaned, and he took it as an invitation to deepen the kiss. There was nothing
chaste about this one.
Normally, I would
have been embarrassed to be kissing outside in the middle of the day, but I was
too caught up in the moment to care. I reached my hand around to his back,
slipping my hand just underneath his t-shirt to touch his warm skin.
After a few
wonderfully intense moments, he broke the kiss and grinned. “Now that I’ve
really kissed you, you can go.”
“You’re proud of
yourself, aren’t you?”
“I’ve wanted to
kiss you since I first saw you.”
“You were barely
conscious.”
“That just makes
it more impressive.”
I laughed. He made
me laugh a lot more than I was used to. “You can do that again anytime.”
“Even now?”
“I’m going home,
Jake.”
“Fine, but
remember you said within the next two weeks. I’m holding you to that.”
Still spinning
from the kiss, I made a decision. “Wednesday.”
“What about
Wednesday?” He laced his fingers with mine.
“I get off at
seven, and I can probably get here by eight. If that’s not too late...”
“I thought you
weren’t free this week.”
“Yeah, well…some
time opened up.”
“I knew I was a
good kisser…”
He
wasn’t supposed to remember.
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