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One kiss ignites chemistry and passion they can’t ignore, but is this only a summer fling?
Neighbors. Best friends. It was only a crush Beth harbored for Jacob until she was eighteen. Until London.
Neighbors. Best friends. That was all Jacob thought of her until London. Until she kissed him and stole his heart.
It's funny what Geometry class and a shared backyard wall can bring about. With a two-year age difference, Beth and Jacob were firmly in the Friend Zone during high school, but a pre-college trip to London will change their lives forever.
KISSED is the first of five books in the MY ONCE AND FUTURE LOVE REVISITED series exploring Beth and Jacob’s relationship with all its joys, flaws, and heartache.
A New Adult Contemporary Romance saga.
Here's a scene from KISSED, Jacob and Beth's first kiss:
A warm hand snuck under his shirt, then she nuzzled his neck again. “Uh, Beth, what are you doing?”
She straddled his leg and nibbled his throat. “What does it feel like?” Two hands explored his abs.
He felt his body responding to her attentions and grabbed her shoulders to push her back. “Sweetheart, you’re drunk.”
She smiled. “Feel fine.” Her fingers tickled his sides. “Feel good, actually.”
She kissed him, then put her finger on his lips. “You talk too much.”
Trapped between her and the guitar, he couldn’t really move, and she was persistent in being naughty. She trailed hot, wet kisses up to his ear, then flicked the lobe with her tongue and sucked it into her mouth, her teeth applying light pressure. His hips arched off the seat as a jolt of electricity and blood went straight to his groin.
“Playin’ with fire, love.”
He felt her grin.
“Good.” One of those sneaky hands slipped under his shirt again. “Can’t tell me you don’t like it.”
True enough, but it wasn’t right. He put his hands on her hips to push her away, then clenched his fingers when she bit his ear again.
She cut off his complaint with another kiss, plunging her tongue in his mouth.
The cab stopped and the cabbie announced the fare owed.
Beth pulled away, grinning while Jacob fumbled for his wallet. He shoved a few bills at the man and opened the car door, grateful for the cooler summer air to calm his hormones. She wrapped her arms around his waist as he slung his guitar case on his shoulder.
One of her hands slid in his back pocket. He jumped. She smirked up at him, mischief in her eyes. “Quit that. I need to unlock the door.” The door to the street was locked after dark except to residents.
“Hurry up, then.”
He turned his key in the lock and opened the door for her. It locked automatically again once they were inside. He slammed her against the wall and kissed her hard enough to bruise, hoping to scare her into backing off. “That what you want?” he spat.
She stared at him, then grabbed his head and kissed him back, wrapping her long arms around his neck and curling her leg around his hip. Part of him thought you’re resisting this, why? She kissed like he was her favorite treat and she was going to gorge herself on him.
Sod it—he picked her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her into the stairwell to press her against the wall. He let the guitar case slide carefully to the floor. Snogging his best friend was the last thing he expected to do tonight, but he couldn’t deny it was a bloody good time. The cock-stand in his jeans was hard enough to hurt. Couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this turned on.
Or wanted this much.
She clung to him like to a life preserver, one hand grasping the back of his shirt, the other tugging on the hair at the base of his skull each time he did something she liked. He pressed his hips into her center, seeking pressure for some relief. She squeaked and pressed back.
His southern brain took over, dry-humping moans out of his girl that echoed up the stairwell. He slid his hands under her ass to support her weight and give him greater leverage. She sucked his tongue numb, but he didn’t care.
“Jacob…” Shiny eyes and lips swollen from kisses. Gorgeous.
“Upstairs?” he asked.
She nodded. He let her down, picked up the guitar, and grabbed her hand. They ran up to his flat. Keys in the lock, knob twisted, and they were inside. He pressed her against the door, unable to resist her lips.
She walked him backward to the futon and pushed him down, straddling his lap. His hands slid under the back of her top. God, her skin was soft. They parted for air and he hiked the tank over her head and dropped it on the floor, then kissed and nibbled her neck, making a path over her collarbone and—
A charm on a delicate chain.
Beth’s graduation gift.
His best friend, barely out of high school and barely eighteen.
Any other girl, and they’d be racing to his bedroom to get naked right now, but this was Bethie. Sure, they’d have a night of fun, but then would come the sober harsh light of day and things would never be the same.
Jacob needed to regain control.
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