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*Sexy
Excerpt*
“Hi.”
I stood up off the bed as he started climbing through the window.
His
eyes went wide when he saw me, causing him to momentarily lose his
balance on the windowsill and go crashing to the floor. “God.
Damn,” he cursed as he rose to his feet while taking in my new
wardrobe. “You… I…um…” His hand went to his lip.
He
was rooted in place only a few steps away, but his eyes traveled over
every inch of my body and back again.
Till
was speechless. I had never felt so empowered in my life.
“Are
you okay?” I feigned concern as I slowly approached.
“Not
even close,” he told my breasts, making me giggle.
After
sliding a hand under the edge of his T-shirt, I raked a fingernail
over each of his abs before dipping it into the waistband of his
jeans.
“I’m
sore today,” I announced, closing the distance between us. My
breasts were pressed against him, but he still hadn’t even
attempted to touch me yet. I had plans to remedy that. I smirked then
stood up on my tiptoes, kissing the base of his neck. “Make me sore
for tomorrow too.” At the last second, I darted my tongue out to
the hollow dip at the base of his neck. It was meant to tease him,
but as the taste of his skin hit my tongue, I was flooded with
memories of taking more of him in my mouth. The moan escaped before
I’d even felt it coming.
A
loud rumble shook his chest, but that was the only warning I
received. Suddenly, I was off my feet and sailing through the air.
Just as I landed on the bed, Till crashed on top of me. His mouth
roughly landed on mine.
“Tell
me we can’t do this again,” he demanded as his hands found my
breasts.
“We’re
definitely doing this again.” I arched into him.
“It’s
gonna get so messy, Eliza. Please.” He groaned as I reached into
the front of his jeans.
“I’m
okay with messy,” I breathed, guiding his hand from my breast and
into my panties.
“Fuuuuuck”
he cursed when he discovered just how thorough I’d been with the
razor earlier. His finger pressed inside me as his body traveled down
the bed and settled between my legs, stripping my panties off during
his descent.
He
added another finger in a less than gentle but overwhelmingly
intoxicating, rhythm.
“Tell
me to stop, Eliza. We can’t do this again.” He grazed his teeth
on the inside of my thigh.
“We’re
already doing it.”
“Tell
me to stop.”
“No.”
“It’s
going to ruin us.”
“If
you don’t stop talking, you’re going to ruin this.”
“I’m
serious.” He kissed the inside of my other thigh, his fingers never
faltering in their steady pace.
“So
am I. Stop trying to talk yourself out of this while your fingers are
buried inside me.” I threaded a hand into his hair and gave it a
gentle tug.
“Goddammit.
Tell me to stop!” he demanded one last time, but his fingers sped
before twisting in the most delicious way.
I
decided to give him what he wanted, but only because I knew he
wouldn’t follow through.
“Stop.”
I rolled my hips forcing him even deeper.
“Well,
it’s too fucking late now.”
I
would have laughed, but his mouth sealed over my clit and stole my
breath, words, thoughts, and orgasm. My body shook as he pushed me
higher even while I was falling. It shouldn’t have worked like
that, but whatever voodoo magic Till Page was working with that night
was all right with me. He didn’t stop swirling his tongue until I
used his hair to pry his mouth away.
“Too
much!” I cried.
He
looked up with a wickedly proud grin. His hand disappeared, and
seconds later, his cock replaced it.
Sound
is an abstract concept for most people. We spend our lives blocking
out the static in order to focus on what we believe is important. But
what if, when the clarity fades into silence, it's the obscure
background noise that you would give anything to hold on to?
I've
always been a fighter. With parents who barely managed to stay out of
jail and two little brothers who narrowly avoided foster care, I
became skilled at dodging the punches life threw at me. Growing up, I
didn’t have anything I could call my own, but from the moment I met
Eliza Reynolds, she was always
mine. I became utterly addicted to her and the escape from reality
we provided each other. Throughout the years, she had boyfriends and
I had girlfriends, but there wasn't a single night that I didn’t
hear
her voice.
You see, meeting the
love of my life at age thirteen was never part of my plan. However,
neither was gradually going deaf at the age of twenty-one.
They both happened
anyway.
Now, I'm on the
ropes during the toughest battles of my life.
Fighting
for my career.
Fighting
the impending silence.
Fighting
for her.
Every
night, just before falling asleep, she sighs as a final conscious
breath leaves her.
I think that's
the sound I'll miss the most.
Review
Till and Eliza's story is an emotionally charged roller coaster ride through their lives.
Meeting as children both dealing with bad situations of their own they develop a bond.
They spend their time together in an abandoned apartment every chance they get for years until the time comes to go out into the real world.
At this point things change between the two of them.
Eliza loves Till. She's never considered being with anyone else.
Till on the other hand has a secret, one that adds to his belief that he's not what she needs.
Tons of drama, real life struggles and choices that change the course of their lives all come together to bring one truly amazing story of overcoming your fears to have the life you always wanted and deserve.
This is my first Aly Martinez book but I'm hooked now. I cannot wait for the next in this series!
About
the Author:
Aly Martinez
Aly Martinez
Born
and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom
to four crazy kids under the age of five, including a set of twins.
Currently living in South Carolina, she passes what little free time
she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on,
preferably with a glass of wine at her side.
After
some encouragement from her friends, Aly decided to add “Author”
to her ever-growing list of job titles. Five books later, she shows
no signs of slowing. So grab a glass of Chardonnay, or a bottle if
you’re hanging out with Aly, and join her aboard the crazy train
she calls life.
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