Series: First Series #1
Author: MJ Fields
Release Date: December 12, 2017
One woman with her entire life in front of her.
Having experienced a lifetime’s amount of loss and love under the spotlight of her stepfather and stepbrother’s rock and roll stardom, London Fields decides now is her time to shine. Leaving for college with a clear focus and big dreams around her musical theater major, she is ready to take on the world … under an assumed name. Protecting her identity will allow her the freedom to experience life and maybe love for the very first time.
One man with a second chance to live for himself.
A horrible accident devastated life as Logan Links and his family knew it. He spent a semester off from college to help them begin to heal and returns to school just in time to play one more season of college football.
Only one thing can make things … hard.
Logan and London have had a tumultuous relationship since he was twelve and she was eight. One that has always been buffered by their families’ close connection. Now, they are on their own.
What happens when these two repeatedly run into each other without the watchful eyes of others? Will London’s daydreams of Logan Links being the first man she kisses become a heavenly reality, or will his devil dimples lead her straight to hell?
https://widget-prime.rafflecopter.com/launch.jsHe rubs his cheek. “It’s a condition?”
“Okay.” He extends his hand for me to shake. When I shake his, though, he pulls me in hard and I crash into him. He then puts his hand on my ass and pulls me in harder against him. I feel all of him against me.
“Oh, my God.”
“You feel this?” he asks, fisting my hair and pulling it back so I’m looking up at him.
“Yeah,” I whimper.
“You’re not the only one who can hide shit.” He leans down and licks behind my ear. “They didn’t see it.”
“How?” I whimper as he rotates his hips, grinding against me.
“It finds a leg.” He grips my ass hard then lifts me. I wrap my legs around him as he pushes me against the wall.
The poster behind me falls. I catch the corner and look up. There’s a big hole behind it.
“Logan, what’s this?”
“Had a few bad weeks,” he says before grinding into me and licking up my neck.
I grab the back of his head and pull it closer.
Hearing the framed poster fall to the ground, I turn, but he captures the side of my head and slides his open mouth up my jaw.
I whimper and press my breasts against him. He pulls me away from the wall as he sucks on my neck then sits on the end of his bed, bringing me down on top of him.
Heat turns to fire. I can’t help grinding against him.
“Fuck, London,” he hisses and pulls me tighter, flipping me onto my back and hovering over me. “You wanna take this slow, you let me lead. You keep grinding on me, you leave me no choice but to give you what we both want.”
“Kiss me, dammit.”
He presses his body against mine, his elbows on the mattress, and grabs my face. I am panting, squirming beneath him.
He pulls me up and, within seconds, I am shirtless. With no time to panic, he lays me back down, and only then do I realize he has unhooked my bra, as well.
His lips fall just above my breasts, where he kisses up. His lips feel so soft against my skin, but the pressure he applies is that of need, want, and almost uncontrollable hunger. When he reaches my chin, I swipe my tongue across my lips to wet them, and he catches it in his mouth, sucking on it slowly.
A hum vibrates from his chest. No, mine. No, both. Then he rubs his tongue up and down mine. I open my mouth farther, wanting, needing, imploring him to taste me deeper, and he does.
He licks inside my mouth while holding my head, angling it so he can get deeper. I swear he’s fucking it, and I know this spinning in my belly, the heat, the electricity, the pulsing everywhere is exactly what I imagined it would be, only better.