Crashing Into You by B.D. Rowe
Publication date: October 3rd 2013
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Bookish college sophomore Sydney Baker wants Evan Taylor with every ounce of her being. The hottest stud on campus, Evan is six foot four, ripped, stacked with muscles. He’s even easy to talk to.
There’s just one problem: he’s her roommate Melanie’s boyfriend.
But when Melanie tragically dies after a night of wild partying, Sydney and Evan turn to each other in a time of intense grief. And it doesn’t take long for their close friendship to blossom into something more.
Unfortunately for Sydney, secrets from the past soon put her relationship with Evan to the test. Especially when a sexy blonde freshman makes her way into Evan’s life, and tries to rip away everything Sydney holds close to her heart.
James pushed himself against me and slammed my back against the door. I gripped his belt with my left hand, and his ass with my right.
“Is your car unlocked?” I asked.
He set his hands against my hips, and kissed the bottom of my neck. “Yeah. What are you waiting for?”
I reached for the door handle. Pressed my fingers against three different places.
“You need some help?” he asked, with a chuckle.
“No, no. I got it.”
My fingers touched what I thought was the handle. I tried to open it, but it wouldn’t budge.
James kissed the edge of my shoulder, and took a step back. “Uhh, Sydney. That’s the gas tank.”
I finally turned my head. I brought my hand to my mouth and laughed out loud. “Oh, oops.”
“I think someone's had one too many tonight,” he said, with an exaggerated raise of his eyebrow.
“Shut up. I didn't have that much.” And it was true. I’d only had mixed drinks. Four, maybe five. I had a slight headache, but nothing to ruin the night over.
“Good,” James said. “I wouldn’t want to take advantage.”
I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer, deeper. I kissed his peppermint lips, then dipped my tongue into his mouth, for one tantalizing second.
I smiled, and pushed my forehead against his. “But I want you to.”
My fingers found the door handle, no problems this time. I pulled it open, and dropped down against the back seat of his Jeep Wrangler.
He was on top of me before I had a chance to catch my breath. My hands found his chest and the soft tuft of hair right below his belly button. He tried to look suave as he took off his shirt—but his right arm got stuck, and he almost fell off the seat.
I laughed. “Now who’s the one who had too much to drink?”
“I didn’t… I’m fine.”
Fine, my ass. I wasn’t stupid. I saw him taking shots of that silver tequila like it was ice water.
He pulled the shirt over his head, with way too much difficulty, and threw it on the passenger seat. He ducked down and ran his tongue along my neck, all the way up to my right earlobe. It was so warm and comforting. I didn't want him to stop.
When he came up for air, I scooted out from under him and switched places. I sat on his chest, reached back, and grabbed hold of his belt.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, with a knowing grin.
I leaned down and whispered into his ear, “Anything I fucking want.”
I pulled the belt right off, no hiccups, no struggles. I dangled it above his face, and dropped it to the floor.
Was this supposed to feel daring? James and I had made love before, but never in a car, never out in the open. I thought I might keep darting my eyes toward the windows, or feel my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest. Instead, as James brought his hands to my hips, a wave of relaxation washed over me, like no harm could ever come to us, to what we had together.
I reached back and pulled his zipper down. He sat up, moved his hands up to my hair. He stopped, only for a second, and looked into my eyes.
“I love you, Sydney.”
“I love you, too,” I said.
He took off my shirt and kissed me on the mouth, hard, for a full minute. He brushed his lips against my cheeks, and my chin, then ran his tongue down to my breasts.
I leaned my head back, stared up at the ceiling. “Oh God,” I said. “James...”
“Does that feel good?”
“Oh God, it feels amazing... it feels so—”
Knock knock.On the window.
About The Author
B.D. Rowe is a Sacramento native with a penchant for crafting tales of romance, mystery, and intrigue. You can often find B.D. at the local coffee shop drinking white chocolate mochas and writing into the wee hours of the night. This is B.D.'s first New Adult novel.
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