I thought it might interest you to read all about the typically glamorous day in the life of a book blogger. So, here you go…
Violet Wilson is a wallflower. Shy, serious, and accident-prone, she’s got a bad habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The night she’s forced to pose with her friend might just be the worst time of all—that’s when she meets Jet Blevins. She knows better than to get involved with someone like him, but he touches her in ways she never expected, neverwanted before.
On the outside, Jet is a typical rocker, an arrogant lead guitarist who unapologetically lives a wild lifestyle. But on the inside, he’s battling demons and using the stage to escape the troubles of his past and the addictions of his present. Until the night he sees Violet standing at the back of the room. She brings his life into focus. She knows his secrets. She’s the girl he can’t forget, and the one thing he craves more than his addiction.
But can they ever hope to have a future when their very foundation is nothing but lies?
Lost In You-Three Days Grace
“Do you know how much I want you, Violet?” he asks, his lips teasing my chin and my throat while his hands roam my back. “Do you know what kinds of things I’ve dreamed of doing to you?”
His words are an aphrodisiac unto themselves. I close my eyes, concentrating on his hands and his mouth.
“I’ve dreamed of what your face would look like the first time I take one of your nipples into my mouth.” As he speaks, his fingers nimbly work the clasp at my shoulder, loosening it and letting the bodice fall away from my chest. I feel the pucker of my nipples against the cool air when he leans back. “God, they’re even more perfect than I imagined,” he says, cupping my breasts in his palms. “Now I’ll know just what it feels like to slide my tongue between them.” As he speaks, I feel his lips move against me and then the wet heat of his tongue as he traces my cleavage. “And if your face looks like I imagined.” My knees nearly buckle at the first touch of his tongue to me. He laves my nipple before pulling it into his mouth to suck on it. I thread my fingers into his hair, holding him to me. “Even better than I imagined,” he declares, moving his attention to my other side, to toy with the other one. “Mmmm, you like that don’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” I answer.
“Just wait,” he murmurs against me, his hands pushing my dress down over my hips. When I’m standing before him in nothing but my heels, Jet urges me to sit on the corner of the mattress. He nudges my knees apart, my legs dropping over either side of the firm surface. “I’m gonna make you come, Violet. So hard that your body goes limp. So hard that I can feel it when I stick my tongue inside you.”
Again, Jet kneels between my legs, placing his palms against the inside of either thigh and pushing them farther apart. As I watch, he presses kisses from my knee to my groin, growing ever closer to the throb that he alone put in me. When he leans slightly forward to run his tongue down my crease, I jerk, unable to control the contraction of my muscles. I gasp, and Jet pulls me toward him, sliding his tongue inside me, licking me from the inside. I throw my head back, resting my weight on my hands behind me, lest I fall back on the bed.
Jet moves his hands under my butt and grips me tight, picking me up and holding me up to his mouth, open and ready. With his lips and his tongue, he savors every inch of me, inside and out. When the tension in me builds so high it takes my breath, Jet seems to sense it, quickening his movements, flicking his tongue over me until something inside me bursts and I come apart in shards of sparkling glass and light.
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