Today we have the blog tour of Jillian Liota’s THE OPPOSITE OF FALLING! Check out this gorgeous new romance and be sure to get your copy today!
Title: The Opposite of Falling
Author: Jillian Liota
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About The Opposite of Falling:
BRIAR MITCHELL is home in Cedar Point – single, broke and unemployed. Back in the town she tried so hard not to get stuck in. A job at the local grocery will have to do until she figures out what’s next, even if it means working for her teenage crush. Not that he noticed her back then. ANDY MARSHALL has always loved the small town life. Things might be rough at the moment – the family business is struggling and his dad’s health has taken a turn – but he’s trudging forward. What he doesn’t see coming is the attraction he feels towards his newest employee. Choosing to explore their instant chemistry, Briar and Andy embark on a no-strings ride they hope will provide a few things they each desperately need. Sweet friendship, sexy fun, and a chance to escape from a life that isn’t going according to plan. But in the face of a town disaster, they start to realize that maybe there’s something more between them. Something with a depth they weren’t expecting. Something that feels a lot like falling in love.Get Your Copy Today!
His mouth returns to mine, our hands continuing to rove
and touch and tease and explore. I love the way he moans when I grip his ass
and squeeze, the way he gasps when I drag my fingernails up his back, the way
he bites hard on my lip as he begins to flex his hips in a way that strokes him
just right between my thighs, revving me up even further.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask, my hands reaching between
us to unbutton his jeans.
I feel him nod and the relief soars through me. It took
everything for me to ask that question, but I can’t be stupid enough not to use
protection for the first sex I’ve had other than Chad for the better part of a
decade.
It’s a struggle to get his pants off in this position, so
Andy hops up and pulls them down, kicking off his shoes and dropping his pants
and boxers in one go.
I’d begun the process of pulling my own pants off, my
button undone and the zipper pulled down, my thumbs wedged between my skin and
the fabric tight at my hips—but when I see him standing completely naked in front
of me, I freeze, my mouth drying at the sight.
“Jesus,” I say, my mouth agape as my eyes drink him in
from head to toe, the sight of his gorgeous body clearly robbing me of any kind
of filter.
From his bare feet and up his legs, which are strong and
lean and braced wide in a stance that exudes power. Then along the length of
him, which he currently has in his hand, his grip tight.
It’s a no-joke dick, and just that thought has me
laughing at myself a little bit.
Which, of course, is not the appropriate thing to
do when looking at someone standing naked in front of you.
Andy’s eyebrow quirks up, and I’m sure if my entire body
wasn’t already flushed red, it certainly is now.
“I’m so sorry,” I stammer. “I wasn’t laughing at you. I
was laughing at your dick.” I slap my hand on my forehead. “I mean, I was
laughing because it’s so great. Perfect. I called it a no-joke dick in my head
and that’s why I laughed.”
“Briar.”
I close my mouth and return my eyes to his, recognizing
the humor in his expression and feeling instantly relieved that he didn’t take
my statement as an offense against his…manhood, or whatever.
“Sorry.”
“Stop
apologizing,” he tells me, “and take your pants off. I’ve got a no-joke dick
that’s desperate to get inside you.”
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