About the Book
Author: Crystal Kaswell
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Publication date: November 2, 2016
He was supposed to glue my broken heart back together. Instead he threw me away.
Now he’s just another rock star asshole.
He gets everything he wants.
But not me. Not again.
Ethan Strong was the first man I ever loved. He was the one person who understood me, the one person who made me feel whole, the one person who set my body on fire.
We were supposed to be together forever. Then things got hard and Ethan forced me to choose between him and everything I’ve worked for.
Now he’s back in my life. He says we’ll be friends. It’s been a long time. I can forgive, but I can’t seem to forget. The taste of his lips, the sound of his groans in my ears, those calloused fingers between my legs– I’m going out of my mind remembering all the pleasure he brought me.
Worse, I keep thinking how happy he made me.
I can’t fall back in love with Ethan. It doesn’t matter how badly I crave his gorgeous blue eyes, his tattooed arms, and his strong guitarists’ hands. It doesn’t matter that his smile still lights me up inside. It doesn’t matter that I need him like I need oxygen.
I’m not giving Ethan another chance to throw me away.
The pool is deep enough for me to sink towards the bottom. It feels amazing being submerged, like the water is enveloping me in a hug.
Damn, I almost forgot how much I love swimming.
I do a few somersaults and spins then I surface. "Your turn."
"Fair is fair." Ethan rubs his hands together, getting ready, then he does a cannonball. He laughs when he surfaces.
I grab my now soaking wet t-shirt and toss it onto the concrete.
"You're still part mermaid, huh?" he asks.
He raises a brow. "Cali girl."
"Cali girls are blond and tan. I'm a pale-as-the-moon ginger."
"You're a gorgeous strawberry blond with a complexion to kill for." His breath gets heavy. He shakes it off. "You know how to surf and you used to work at a Jamba Juice. Cali girl."
"Agree to disagree."
He smiles as he shakes his head. "You owned Hollister jeans."
"That's a secret! You can't tell anyone. You'll ruin my reputation."
"You used to call everyone dude."
I squeal. "Ethan! Those are secrets. People won't think I'm cool anymore."
He laughs. "I'm sure you can convince me."
He nods and splashes me.
I splash back. "You're going down."
"That can be arranged."
God, I want that to be arranged. But I'm taking this slow. I move to the shallow end to do a few handstands and cartwheels. Ethan leans against the edge of the pool, watching me with delight in his eyes.
Then he's joining me, copying my moves. He catches on quickly.
We swim around, laughing and splashing, until I'm too cold to keep swimming. I pull my arms over my chest and rub my triceps
"Come here. I'll keep you warm," he says.
No thinking here. I nod.
He moves closer. Then his body is against mine, his arms are around waist, his breath is on my neck. "You look fucking amazing, Vi."
My chest flushes. I'm warm and cold at the same time. "You look amazing too."
"God, last night… I wanted you so bad. Almost dragged you back to the couch."
I press my forehead to his chin. "What stopped you?"
"I don't want to scare you away." He slides his hands to my ass. "Tell me you want to fuck me."
"I do." I drag my fingertips over his side. He's wet and slippery but he's still so damn warm. "But… I… you destroyed me, Ethan. I don't want my heart broken again."
"Me either." He presses his palm into my ass and pulls my body against his.
"I want to fuck you, Vi. I want to bury my cock in you." His voice gets low, needy. "But I want you to come on my hands more."
"Tell me you want me to get you off."
I shudder as his lips brush my neck.
I look into his eyes, trying to find his intention. I haven't got a clue. The only thing I see is desire.
"What does it mean?" I ask.
"Been trying to take this slow, but I want you too badly for that." He presses his forehead to mine. "It means I want to feel you come."
"But after that?"
"After that, I want to make you come again."