Ryan Davis is sex on legs with a history full of loss. After everything he has been through, a relationship is the last thing on his mind--until he spends one night with Jasmine Slade.
Jasmine Slade is hell in heels and the definition of damaged. After losing her parents at a young age she prefers to have fun with no strings attached--until one drunken night with Ryan Davis.
Can two lost souls make a relationship work despite all the odds stacked against them? With meddling best friends and an over protective brother, can Ryan and Jasmine find a way to make things work?
If love is a battlefield, Ryan and Jasmine are about to find themselves in the middle of heartbreak warfare.
“Jasmine there is so much you don’t know about me. I've got a lot of negative shit going on, all the time. But with you there is no negative. I don’t know why I feel like that, but I do. And I won’t just let you walk away from me because of what could happen or how shit could end.”
“Where do we even start? I don’t even know how this work.” I want to deny the feelings I have for him, and if I was a smart woman, I would, but, well right now I’m going to be stupid.
“I do.” Two words. He utters two words before he closes the space between us and brings his lips down to mine. One of his hands rests at the small of my back, pulling my body towards his while the other wraps around my neck pulling our mouths together. My hands grip the kitchen counter as I use them to lift myself up. I spread my legs apart so Ryan can rest between them. We continue to kiss, becoming a mess of lips and tongues and hands. He grabs the bottom of my shirt and pulls it off quickly, our kisses only halting to work it over my head.
He kisses me again, this time with more passion and need. His hands finding the straps of my bra and sliding each down with slow, yet determined movements. Once the straps are down, he makes quick work of the clasp in the back before throwing my bra on the floor where my shirt is already resting.
“If I need to stop, tell me now Jasmine, because once I start this, really start this, I won’t be able to.”
We need to stop for so many reasons: his job, my brother, the fact that we both seem to be carrying around some major baggage, but right now, all those reasons don’t seem to matter.
I say the only thing I can think to say, the only thing that matters right now, “don’t stop.”
K.B. Webb is an Amazon bestselling author. She lives in a small Louisiana town with her husband, two daughters, and crazy dog. She stays home during the day being a full time mom and spends her nights writing. When she's not writing or chasing after two kids, she loves to read, cook, and watch Grey's Anatomy reruns.
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