Maggie Larken is a reformed party girl. After her parent’s death, she’s left to raise Asher, her nine-year-old brother.
Luke Wilson has done everything his parents have ever asked of him. A new teacher, Luke constantly questions where his life is headed.
When Luke and Maggie meet, neither is in the market for a relationship. But sometimes life has other plans. Both navigate new waters as they try to decide where their priorities should lie, while also seizing what they want.
In this heartbreakingly real tale of love, Maggie and Luke discover what being a family truly means.
*This book is a standalone and NOT part of a series. This book contains mature content.
“You eating my food?” I jumped at the sound of her soft voice from behind me as she grabbed my shoulders.
“I was just creeping around, looking through your things.”
“Find anything interesting?” she asked as she walked around me and opened the fridge. She pulled a carton of orange juice out of the fridge and grabbed a glass from the cabinet. “Do you want a glass?”
“No thanks,” I said as I leaned back against the counter.
“Want to go sit?” she asked.
“I’m not going to lie. I just want to kiss you.” I stepped towards her and saw a flicker of lust flash in her green eyes. I got close enough to her that I could see the rim of yellow in the center of her iris.
“So kiss me,” she whispered.
I lifted her under the butt and placed her on the counter. I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her towards me until our mouths touched. A moan got caught in my throat as her tongue pushed its way into my mouth and swirled.
I gripped her tight and moved with her. She was passionate and needy with her touches. Her hand twirled in my hair while her other hand traveled down my back, raking down my shirt. She grabbed onto my ass and squeezed hard.
“Mmm.” I moaned again, and this time, so did she. Only hers was feminine and growl-like. It was primal and f******* sexy as hell. I yanked on her ponytail and trailed my tongue from her chin down to the tops of her breasts. I was unsure of how far to go, but soon my needs took over my rational thought.
Her hips pressed up against mine, grinding against me. I palmed her thigh and massaged it, pulling her closer and closer until her legs wrapped around my waist. I couldn’t get enough of her touch, and just kissing wasn’t cutting it.
“Asher can’t know yet,” she whispered as I sucked on the pulse in her neck.
“Okay,” I panted.
About The Author
Taylor Lavati is a twenty-something year old author residing in Connecticut with her husband and dog. She writes both Young Adult and New Adult with ranging genres from fantasy to dark romance and all the niches in between. If she’s not behind a computer screen or scribbling in her notebook, she’s playing video games, going on hikes, or spending time with her family.
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