Craft beer and the sexy men who brew it.
A beautiful neighbor. A complete stranger. That’s all she
was when I moved in next door.
Adelyn Maxwell is my neighbor but she’s no girl next door.
The more I come to know her, the more I discover she’s a good girl with a
lovely dark side. And maybe I don’t want her to stay on her side of the fence.
I want to disturb the rhythm of her pulse.
I want to see the way her hair spills on the bed when she
lies beneath me.
I want her to teach me the dirty pretty things she desires
behind closed doors. And she does.
But mostly I want to leave my mark on the most intimate,
untouched part of her body. Her heart.
A seemingly insignificant intersection of our lives neither
of us recalls suddenly becomes a pivotal moment in our future. We aren’t
strangers at all. And our paths aren’t crossing for the first time.
These twists and turns of fate will become one of two
things: a wrecking ball to tear us apart or the connection to bond us together
forever.
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EXCERPT
Oliver Thorn’s POV
Adelyn is highly responsive to my touch. I
expected sensitivity since she hasn’t had sex in so long, but she exceeded any
and all of my expectations.
Bringing her to orgasm that easily was a
beautiful thing. And it won’t be the last time I do it tonight.
“Shit, that was magnificent.” I press a kiss to
her inner thigh but it’s only a brief goodbye. I plan to come back. Soon. And
hopefully often if she’ll let me.
I crawl up her body, kissing the ivory skin over
her stomach, breasts, neck. I’m glad she didn’t turn off the light like so many
chicks do. And I’m happy she isn’t hiding her scars from me. I love looking at
her; she’s stunning. The most beautiful redhead I’ve ever seen.
She presses her fingers to my lips. “I’ve been
looking at this mouth for weeks wondering, fantasizing, about what it would
feel like between my legs.”
“I hope I didn’t disappoint.”
She rubs her thumb over my bottom lip. “Not
possible.”
Adelyn’s knees are bent, legs apart. Open
invitation. My body presses against hers. Nothing between us. It would be so
damn easy to forget the condom, enter her, and worry about the consequences
later.
But of course that’s not what I do.
I stop and grab one of the condoms off the
nightstand. Adelyn strains her neck to see over her tits and bites the end of
her index finger as she watches me roll on the latex sheath. Her wide-eyed
stare makes my cock even harder. Bigger. I feel like a fucking rock star. “Like
what you see, Max?”
“I love what I see but I’d much rather feel
it.”
“Good. It wants to feel you too.” I move from
kneeling between her legs to pressing my body on top of hers. She parts her
legs wide and my cock finds its way to her entrance without any guidance from
my hand. No surprise there.
I slide into her easily so I go for the deep
plunge. All the way. I love the sound of her gasp-then-moan in my ear.
I feel like I should give her a moment to
acclimate to having a dick inside her for the first time in years, but I see
it’s unnecessary when she tilts her hips to allow me deeper access.
“Fuck me, Thorn.” She trembles and closes her
eyes tightly while biting her bottom lip.
Whoa.
I thought Adelyn would want it slow. Sweet.
Gentle. I was prepared to give that to her. But she wants to fuck. Hard.
No complaints here. Can give her that.
I drive into her hard and with total
domination. Every stroke deliberate. Fierce.
I move faster and thrust as deeply as her body
will allow. Her legs circle my waist but we don’t stay like that long before I
grab her thighs and push them back and apart. I move to my knees and sink into
her so hard and deep she’ll be reminded all day tomorrow who was here inside
her tonight.
She reaches for my arm and pulls, cueing me to
lower my upper body. This position feels great for me but I guess it isn’t the
best for her.
I heed her cue and lie down on top of her
again. Her fingers follow the length of my arm until they find my hand. She
grips my wrist and brings my palm to her neck.
It’s an odd position. I have to shift my body
so my free arm bears the majority of my weight. No woman wants to be suffocated
during sex.
“Don’t stop. Keep fucking me.”
“You don’t have to worry about that, baby.” No
way I’d stop. Being inside Adelyn Maxwell feels too fucking good.
She puts her hand on top of mine and places
them both on her neck. Our eyes lock as I thrust in and out of her. “Squeeze
it.”
How do I squeeze her hand when it’s on top of
mine? “Huh?”
She repositions my palm around the side of her
neck and presses my fingers and hand against her skin. “Hold me down. Own me.
Show me I’m yours in this moment.”
I slow my thrusts despite how close I am to
getting off. Because I’m confused about what’s happening here.
“Don’t stop. Keep fucking me.”
I look at my hand, and Adelyn’s, wrapped around
her throat. And then I gaze into those pleading hazel eyes. “It’s okay, Thorn.
I want you to do it. I need you to.”
And it clicks.
Need? No one needs to be choked. And
that’s what she’s asking me to do to her.
I can’t war with myself about this right now.
I’m so close to coming. Fuck, I just want . . . to get off. Need it . . . so
bad.
I lower my body and press my forehead against
Adelyn’s, my hand still wrapped around her throat, as I slide in and out of
her. She uses her hand to tighten my hold on her neck. “I want you to own me.
Control me.”
I tighten my grip, holding Adelyn in place by
her throat, and drive into her as I come harder than I have since . . . ever.
“I’m coming again. So fucking hard.” I feel the
vibration of her vocal cords, and it’s a reality check. My hand is wrapped
around her lifeline. Squeezing.
I plunge hard one last time and then sink over
Adelyn when the condom is filled and I’m completely empty.
Fuck. I’ve never gotten off so hard. Never. But
what in the hell just happened?
I lift my face from her shoulder. “What the
fuck was that?”
“Our worlds colliding.” Adelyn grasps the back
of my head and pulls me down. Her mouth takes complete possession of mine.
Until she smiles and it breaks the contact between our lips. “That was sooo
good.”
She’s happy.
I can’t argue it being good.
Hell, it was fucking awesome. But my big hand was wrapped around her small
throat. Squeezing. “Max. I was choking you while we fucked.”
4 Hearts
Georgia Cates is a new to me author. This is the second book in the series but could be read as a stand alone. The story follows Oliver "Stout" Thorn as he meets the woman who will steal his heart.
What happens when you move into a neighborhood just to find some peace for yourself and wind up living next door to a very s3xy woman. Yeah, pretty much screwed or wanting to be screwed! Stout finds himself stalking her from inside his house. Finding the best place to take a peek. Aside from that, Adelyn and Stout become good friends. When they decide to cross that friends to lovers line, fireworks go off, angels sing, and Stout could not have been more shocked about Adelyn's confession about her s3xual needs.
It was a refreshing twist to see the woman in this pairing be the one requesting some dominance. I think too often, authors put partners into standard male/female roles. I appreciated the vulnerability in Stout as he tried to sort through Adelyn's requests.
The book is told in alternating point of view. I liked the writing style and the character development in this story. The reader has time to get to know the couple before things get all hot and steamy. There are also multiple epilogues which always makes me smile!
Overall enjoyable read! I would pick up another book by this author anytime.
*ARC received for an honest review.
Georgia resides in rural Mississippi with her wonderful
husband, Jeff, and their two beautiful daughters. She spent fourteen years as a
labor and delivery nurse before she decided to pursue her dream of becoming an
author and hasn’t looked back yet.
When she’s not writing, she’s thinking about writing. When
she’s being domestic, she’s listening to her iPod and visualizing scenes for
her current work in progress. Every story coming from her always has a song to
inspire it.
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