THE WRIGHT BROTHER
By K.A Linde
By K.A Linde
I'd dated his brother.
He didn’t remember and I wish I could forget.
I may have sworn off the Wright family a long time ago. But when I returned home, Jensen Wright crashed into my life with the confidence of a billionaire CEO and the sex appeal of a god. Even I couldn’t resist our charged chemistry, or the way he fit into my life like a missing puzzle piece.
Too bad he’d forgotten the one thing that could destroy us.
Because Jensen Wright doesn’t share. Not with anyone. And if his brother finds out, this could all go down in flames.
When it all was said and done, was he the Wright brother?
Excerpt
Her smile was magnetic, and I just wanted to kiss her.
I mean…I’d wanted to kiss her all night. But sitting there, in front of the
last lit house, with Christmas music playing in the background and her smile
radiating joy, there was nowhere else I’d rather be. That thought hit me so suddenly
and I didn’t even know why.
I put my truck into park, leaned over to her side of
the car, and pushed my hand up into her dark hair. She froze, silhouetted by
the light display behind her. Her eyes locked with mine, green meeting brown,
and her eyes widened with surprise. She breathed out softly, and I could feel
her pulse ratchet up at my touch.
This was the girl who had pulled me across the room at
Sutton’s wedding, like a magnet finding its pair. This was the tension that I’d
felt when we first spoke. Here was the world of desire and lust that had
clouded both of our minds ever since our first kiss.
My face was only inches from hers. I wanted to take
what was mine. I wanted to claim her mouth and then her body right here in the
cab of my truck, like we were young, wild, and carefree.
But, instead, I couldn’t seem to stop staring at her.
She laughed lightly to try to defuse the tension. But
it wasn’t possible, and it was a feeble effort.
“Are you going to kiss me?” she whispered boldly.
I didn’t need any further prodding. I crushed my lips
against hers. It was like striking a match. Our lips moved against each other,
desperate with the need to get closer, to have more. She opened her mouth for
me, and I brushed my tongue against hers. The groan that emanated from deep in
the back of her throat made my dick twitch. Our tongues volleyed for position.
She was just as aching for attention as I was.
I heard the click of her belt buckle, and soon, she
was pushing her body closer, moving over the divide of my truck. My hands fell
to her ass, and I effortlessly hoisted her up and into my seat. She squeaked in
shock but didn’t break contact. Instead, she straddled me and let her hands
wander across my chest.
My hands never left her ass because, damn, did that
woman have an ass. She was grinding up against me, and I moved into a full-blown
hard-on at her ministrations. She must have realized what she was doing to me
because, when she swiveled her hips in place, she moaned against the feel of my
dick.
In that moment, I didn’t give a shit that we were
acting like teenagers, parked outside of a stranger’s house, bucking against
each other for just an ounce of satisfaction. I was ready to strip her bare and
fuck her until she forgot every word to every Christmas song and only
remembered my name.
About the Author
K.A. Linde is the USA Today bestselling author of more than fifteen novels including the Avoiding series and the Record series. She has a Masters degree in political science from the University of Georgia, was the head campaign worker for the 2012 presidential campaign at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, and served as the head coach of the Duke University dance team. She loves reading fantasy novels, geeking out over Star Wars, binge-watching Supernatural, and dancing in her spare time.
She currently lives in Lubbock, Texas, with her husband and two super adorable puppies.
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