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Title: Painting the Lines
Author: Ashley R. King
Genre: Sports Romance
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Julian put on the smolder, and she
realized what he’d attempted drunkenly at the bar all those months ago didn’t
hold a candle to this. His eyes were heated, his jaw prominent, his mouth
hooked into her favorite lopsided smile, his dimple popping. “Stardust, there’s
so much that I want to do to you.” Each word that came out of that sensual
mouth of his dripped with sex. The lyrics from “Hot in Here” drifted through
her head, and she almost had to physically stop herself from fanning her face.
Amalie’s breathing grew heavy as the
space between them grew electric, a tangible thing holding them in place. She
looked at him, and not from beneath her lashes. No, she met his stare head-on,
because she owned her feelings this time, just this once not caring about the
consequences. All she could think about since they stepped foot in that hotel
room was Julian and how much she needed him, how he was the only one who could
fill the void in her chest.
“Why don’t you show me?” she
challenged, her voice a sultry whisper.
Julian moved, his eyes flashing a
deep green, the color of the forest during a thunderstorm. He was slow,
achingly slow, as his hand reached forward to hold the back of her head, his
hand digging deep into her hair. The feel of his fingers fisting in her locks
threatened to completely unravel her.
“This is a terrible idea.” Julian’s
voice had taken on that deep, husky timbre, a tone that promised hours, hell,
even days of endless pleasure and
tangled limbs beneath the sheets.
His thumb came up to rub a gentle
path over her lips. She wanted to know how he kissed, how he did…other things.
Was he rough or was he gentle?
It didn’t matter, not when she
wanted it all from him.
A tiny gasp escaped her as she
reacted to his touch, his scent, his everything.
“It’s a terrible idea, yes,” she
finally murmured against his thumb.
He stilled, a slow-building grin
tilting his lips. His eyes blazing as they flitted from her mouth to her eyes
and back again. “Tell me we shouldn’t do this then.” He moved closer, his hand
running a line up and down her neck, featherlight, and Amalie found herself
arching into his touch, the reaction immediate and natural. “Tell me,”
he coaxed, even though his tightening grip in her hair and his fevered touch
screamed the absolute opposite.
“I can’t. Not this time,” she
answered, her voice stronger now, which was surprising given the fact that
white-hot lust lit her up like the 4th of July.
She slipped her hands around the
back of Julian’s neck, finally burying her fingers into his unruly hair, and
then Julian’s mouth brushed over hers in the most torturous almost-kiss of her
entire life. It was barely a whisper, but it was already hotter than any
full-on kiss she’d ever experienced.
“You’re going to ruin me, Amalie.”
Her hand clasped around his wrist, stilling his movements.
“Shut up and kiss me already.”
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