Motocross superstar Samuel Tsunami Savage lives life to the fullest. He’s known for taking over the crowd and crushing the competition. Until he takes a fall which stops him in his tracks. Sam needs to get back to the top, but he can’t do it alone. By admitting he needs help and allowing a new friend into his life will he find that he needs more than just help healing? Will he find that he needs the love he never knew he was looking for?
Harlee Stevenson is an independent woman on the fast track towards achieving her goals. The one time she takes a break, she finds herself mixed up with a hot headed, egotistical hunk. Little did she know that she would end up falling in love with the man behind the ego. Will she find that she needs more than just a career? Will she admit she needs his touch to make her feel alive?
Can Sam and Harlee admit they need each other to fulfill desires they didn’t know they had? Can they find a way to allow themselves to be a part of each other’s lives without giving up who they are? Can they except their need for each other is truly love?
Sneak Peak 😉
Sam reaches his hand up to my neck, curls his fingers into my hair then pulls my head back positioning me to where I’m looking him directly in the face. He’s staring at me. He’s so very close. Like nose to nose close. I can smell his sent, it’s clean and just delicious. He whispers, “I can show you the checkered flag.” Whatever that means. He can show me whatever he wants.
He moves his lips to mine then licks my lips before he presses his mouth to mine more forcefully. I can feel him asking for permission, for me to open up to him, to allow him entrance into my mouth. I feel his hard chest bump into mine and my nipples instantly become alert. There is a tingle of sensation running through me. It must be the alcohol. I was ready to do a one-night stand earlier this evening and now here I am but with another guy. What a whore I’ve turned into tonight! I am so out of my realm.
I feel him fist my hair tighter. “You’re over thinking it Ladybug. Let me in. Let me show you.” He wraps his other hand around my waist then pulls me in closer. I relax into his hold reaching up to his very impressive shoulders. I open my mouth and feel his tongue rub mine slowly. He’s licking my tongue and feeling his way around. He sucks on my bottom lip, bites it between his perfect teeth then pulls back before letting it go. His eyes are open and he’s looking at me with that cocky grin. Those deep blue eyes smiling at me. “You taste like Patron.” He whispers while laughing. “I like Patron.”
Next thing I know he lets go of my waist, reaches down behind my knees and then stands which makes me slump over his shoulder. He quickly says, “Grab the bottle.” I pick up the Patron. “No. The Texas Pete.” I do exactly as he says, and then we’re headed down the hallway. “What are you doing with the Texas Pete?” He throws me on a bed, turns to lock the door and then he’s removing his shirt. For all that is holy. That chest is something to stare at, motocross must be an athletic sport.
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