The day is finally here! Dex and Remy's story is finally here in Impossible Girl!
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Dex is practically squirming the entire drive to my apartment. I do my best not to laugh at his obvious discomfort. I’m sure he thinks I’m going to try to seduce him again, this time with the ammunition of a prize owed for my teams win today on the paintball field. But, I have too much pride for that. If and when we finally have sex, it’s going to be insane and passionate, not something that I strong arm him into. Although, I’ve already decided that I am going to use my prize request to get a kiss from him. I need to know if his lips are as soft as they look.
“Want to come up for a little bit?” I ask. His gaze remains fixed forward as he clearly engages in an inner debate, before finally giving a curt nod and switching off the engine.
As soon as we’re in my apartment I feel sticky with sweat. I imagine I don’t exactly smell like a rose. Not how I was hoping to feel when I get my first kiss from Dex.
“Would you mind hanging out for a few while I hop in the shower?” I bite my lip and hold my breath for his answer.
“Sure darlin’,” he agrees, settling into my couch.
I take a lightning fast shower and when I’m done I pull my wet hair into a messy bun and pull on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts before heading back out into the living room. Dex is watching the show The Cosmos so I sit down next to him and watch in silence for a few minutes.
“Alright, the suspense is killin’ me darlin’,” Dex says after several minutes.
A smile spreads across my lips and I turn to him with an innocent look on my face.
“What do you mean?”
“What do you want for winning?” he asks, a nervous look in his eyes like he’s not sure he wants to know. I’ve never seen a guy treat sex like it’s a firing squad before. I’m torn between amusement and offense.
“Relax cowboy, when we have sex it’s going to be because you absolutely can’t control yourself one second longer, not because I won a silly game,” I assure him, allowing the heat to seep into my eyes so that he can get the full effect of what I’m saying. He swallows thickly and I notice the tell-tale bulge in his pants. Good.
“So what do you want?”
“Just a kiss.” I lick my lips and wait for his response. I can see his pulse pounding in his throat and it’s all I can do to stop myself from leaning forward and running my tongue along it to elicit a moan from him.
“Okay, just a kiss,” he agrees.
He leans forward but I push him back against the couch and climb into his lap to straddle him. His eyes go wide and I can feel his excitement pressed firmly against my center. I run my fingers through his thick, blond hair like I’ve been envisioning doing for the past two weeks. As soon as his lips part in a moan I go in for the kill, devouring his lips. I suck his tongue into my mouth and take control of the kiss. He gives as good as he gets, challenging me for control with his lips, teeth, and tongue. Dex meets my tongue stroke for stroke, and nibbles my bottom lip when I pull back for air, his hands grasp my hips, keeping me from grinding into him like I so desperately want to.
My heart is thundering and my panties are soaked. I’ve never been this worked up in my entire life, and if he can do this to me with just one kiss I can’t wait to know what sex with him is like.
“Remy,” he gasps, his voice filled with desperation. I know that we’ve both just about reached the limits of our self-control. I reluctantly climb off of his lap and seat myself on the opposite end of the couch so that I’m not tempted to jump him again. “That was somethin’ else.”
“That’s an understatement,” I agree with a laugh.
“Go on a date with me?” he asks, vulnerability seeping into his voice. My heart leaps with hope, the word ‘yes’ is right on the tip of my tongue but I bite it back. I’m standing on the edge of a cliff and I’m too afraid to take the leap. If I let him in, I’ll give him the power to break me. When he leaves it will break me. I shake my head ‘no’ and avoid his gaze. I can’t bear to see the disappointment in his eyes, or for him to see the same in mine.
“I’m not giving up darlin’. We’d be good together, I know that you can see that, too.”
I hope he doesn’t, because I desperately want to say ‘yes’.