She gripped my ass, yanking me against her. “God, I need you.”
“Not nearly as much as I need you.”
I kissed her gently before I took off her sweatshirt. I made quick work of her bra, and then closed my fingers around her bare breasts. When I kneaded them and bit down on her shoulder, she cried out and dug her nails into my back. I hissed, half in pain and half in pleasure, and captured her mouth once more.
I rolled her nipples between my thumbs and fingers, tugging with just enough pressure to make her squirm. When she trembled and moaned into my mouth, I lowered my hands to her waist and yanked her shorts off. Once she was blessedly naked, I made quick work of my own shorts, then grabbed a condom and tossed it on the bed. I laid down on the bed and rolled her on top until she straddled my hips.
The sight of her perfect breasts hanging above me was almost too much to take in. I lifted my head and urged her down, closing my mouth around her nipple while gripping her hips with my hands. She let out a surprised cry and speared me with her nails, leaving little half-moon marks on my pecs.
She shoved my shoulders back and took a shaky breath. “That’s enough of that. I want to explore this new position.”
Her long hair cascaded around her breasts and her back, making her look wanton. Sexy. “You look so hot right now.”
She looked down at me with smoky eyes and crawled down my body. When she nibbled on my abs, I flinched and buried my hands in her hair. Without hesitation, she closed her lips around me, sucking me in deep. I groaned and closed my eyes, letting her mouth move over me. Torture me. When she rolled her tongue over the head, I bit my tongue to keep from crying out. From begging her to stop…or to never stop.
I didn’t know which need would win.
Reaching down, I picked her up and set her aside. After grabbing the foil and putting on a condom, I lowered her to my cock, spreading her legs wide. “I need you now.”
She gripped my shaft and lowered herself onto me, inch by torturous inch. My balls tightened, and I practically came right there. I’d never been one to get carried away by passion, but with my Carrie…I didn’t have a choice. She touched me, and I was gone.
I reached up and cupped her face, bringing her down for a slow, passionate kiss. She whimpered into my mouth and moved faster on me, trying to find a rhythm that would give her what she needed. What I needed too.
I ended the kiss. “Let me try something I think you’ll enjoy.” I tucked her legs behind her body, lifted her up, and then rocked my hips into hers. She shrieked, her nails digging into my skin. “You like that?”
“Again,” she rasped, her perfect lips parted. “Do it again.”
I lifted her up a little bit, then lowered her body as I lifted my own, and she cried out. I grinned. “See? Told you you were too loud.”
“Just shut up and do it again,” she said, ending on a plea.
I did it again. And again. By the time I reached the third thrust, we were both too lost to talk anymore, let alone think. When her tight muscles clenched down on my cock, warning me of her impending orgasm, my own pleasure grew to a pinnacle. With one last thrust, we both exploded and sank into the mattress, her sweaty body resting against my equally damp one.
I ran my fingers over her back and smoothed her hair over her face. She cuddled in closer, letting out a contented sigh. “Yeah, I can’t live without that.”
I chuckled. “I don’t think I can either. We’ll find a way to keep you quiet.”
“Me?” She reared back and glowered at me, but the sparkle in her eye ruined the effect she was going for. “I think we need to worry about you, not me.”
I hugged her close. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
She climbed off me and headed for the bathroom. “I’m going to go in here for a minute, and then you’re going to cook for me.”
“Is that all you want me for?” I rolled onto my stomach and grinned. “Food and sex?”
Her head poked out of the bathroom. “And booze.”
“Brat,” I called out.
She shut the door in my face and I laughed. When I stood up, I stretched my arms high over my head and made my way to the trash can to get rid of the condom. I couldn’t believe she’d forgiven me. Given me a chance to prove to her how much I could be trusted. Life couldn’t get any better than this.
After I stepped into my shorts, I heard my phone buzz. Padding across the room, I bent down and picked it up. I’d apparently missed a call earlier, and had a voicemail notification. When I recognized the number, I sank onto the bed and swallowed hard. This couldn’t be good news. I just knew it. Could feel it in my gut.
I hit the play message button, then listened to the brief but life-changing message. When it ended, I let my hand fall to my side. Fuck. This wasn’t going to be good, and it was going to make Carrie cry. I didn’t want to make her cry ever again.
But I couldn’t hide the truth from her. Not again.
The door opened and she came out wearing my favorite red shirt. The same one she’d worn twice already. I tossed my phone aside and plastered on a smile. “Damn, babe, you look better in that than I do.”
“You think?” She posed in the doorway, bending one perfect leg and shooting me a come get me smile. “I might just keep it. It smells like you.”
I stood up and swept her into my arms, hugging her as tightly as I could. “If you want it, it’s yours. Anything you want.”
“Well, then.” She lifted her face and smiled up at me, her eyes shining with tears. Happy tears. “All I want is you.”
I swallowed hard. “You got me.”
“I did,” she whispered, rising up on tiptoes and kissing me. “And now you need to feed me.”
She skipped toward the kitchen, and I followed her with a smile. After dinner, I would fill her in. Give her the news. But we could be blissfully happy for a few hours, right? Because right now, I was too busy being fucking happy that I’d gotten the girl of my dreams. The girl I loved, and who also loved me.
Imagine that.
Watch for book two in 2014
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First and foremost, I’d like to thank my family. I crammed in the time to write this book for Carrie and Finn, but in turn, my family got to see me hunched over my desk as I did so. Thank you for your love and understanding. Without your support, I’d never have gotten this done.
To my agent, Louise Fury, and her wonderful pit crew, thank you so much for your advice and editing help! And all your guidance and advice and the support. Oh my God, the support! You are all like magical unicorns in the publishing world. You’re the bee’s knees, and I heart you all.
To my wonderful publicist with InkSlinger PR, Jessica Estrep, thank you for all the unwavering support and dedication you gave to this book and to me. I’m so, so happy I signed with InkSlinger PR, and even happier I got you!
To Heidi McLaughlin and Caisey Quinn, thank you for listening to me panic, whine, bitch, and moan as I learned the ropes of this crazy new adult world. And thanks for all the tips, pointers, and help, too. You two are the best friends a girl could ask for! Lots of hugs and kisses!
To my beta readers, thank you! You all gave me invaluable advice and support, and you helped shape Out of Line into what it is today. I’ll be sure to send book two your way once I, you know, write it.
To Casey Harris-Parks, Jessica Estep, Louise Fury, and all of her pit crew—thank you for the hours and hours and hours spent deliberating over the perfect title for Finn and Carrie. I couldn�
�t have done it without you! Seriously!
And to all of the readers out there, keep on reading.
Jen McLaughlin writes steamy New Adult books for the young and young at heart. Her first release came out September 2013. She also writes Contemporary Romance under the pen name Diane Alberts. She is a multi-published, bestselling author and is represented by Louise Fury from the L. Perkins Agency. Since receiving her first contract offer under the pen name Diane Alberts, she has yet to stop writing.
Though she lives in the mountains, she really wishes she was surrounded by a hot, sunny beach with crystal clear water. She lives in Northeast Pennsylvania with her four kids, a husband, a schnauzer mutt, a cat, and a Senegal parrot. In the rare moments when she’s not writing, she can usually be found hunched over one knitting project or another. Her goal is too write so many well-crafted romance books that even a non-romance reader will know her name.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
Title Page
Dedication
Chapter One - Carrie
Chapter Two - Finn
Chapter Three - Carrie
Chapter Four - Finn
Chapter Five - Carrie
Chapter Six - Finn
Chapter Seven - Carrie
Chapter Eight - Carrie
Chapter Nine - Finn
Chapter Ten - Carrie
Chapter Eleven - Finn
Chapter Twelve - Carrie
Chapter Thirteen - Finn
Chapter Fourteen - Carrie
Chapter Fifteen - Finn
Chapter Sixteen - Carrie
Chapter Seventeen - Finn
Chapter Eighteen - Carrie
Chapter Nineteen - Finn
Chapter Twenty - Carrie
Chapter Twenty One - Finn
Chapter Twenty Two - Carrie
Chapter Twenty Three - Finn
Chapter Twenty Four - Carrie
Chapter Twenty Five - Finn
Chapter Twenty Six - Finn
Other Titles by this Author
Acknowledgements
About the Author
About the Book Designer
Copyright Notice
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