My heart stopped and suddenly it was hard to breathe. His voice always had that effect on me. It was like poison slowly running through my veins killing me bit by bit. Like a drug that I couldn’t get enough of even though I was almost down to my last breath.
Jace took a step forward and grabbed my hand. He slowly trailed his fingers over my face and backed me into the wall. My heart stopped again if that was even possible. “You can’t leave,” he whispered. “I need you.” His warm breath kissed my lips as he bit his bottom lip and placed both of his hands around my face. They were warm and soft to the touch. Too big for my fragile face, although I wanted to bury myself in them. “Breathe. There is no one here but the two of us. Breathe,” he whispered.
Avery Hale had spent her whole childhood abused by her drunken, hopped-up parents. Broken from a lifetime of hate and pain she grew up realizing that trust and love just didn’t exist. Not in her world at least.
After turning the age of eighteen, she packed up and moved far away determined to escape her hurtful past and start a new life. Once on her own she comes to the conclusion that the emptiness still exist. Doing what she had to to survive she found herself mixed up in exotic dancing and meaningless sexual relationships unable to feel anything, for anyone. She was sure that her life was worthless and there was nothing left for her. Or, she thought.
After meeting a beautiful stranger, jace, her life suddenly is turned upside down. Everything that she truly believed suddenly gets questioned and then she is left to figure out if there is really more to her than she could ever have imagined. Jace, having some secrets of his own puts the pain of his own past behind to do what he can to help Avery. Can the love of another broken person be enough to help Avery, or is she already too far gone?
Avery’s life is pulled in many directions as she tries to find herself, and not everyone and thing is what they seem to be in this story of love, trust and opening up. Finding herself and learning to love herself might just be the hardest thing she’s ever had to do.
I took a deep breath, leaning against the back of the shower. Was it really that obvious? “I’m fine. I’m just tired and-“
“You’re not fine,” he cut in. “And I can’t promise that everything will work out for you, but I can promise you that I will be there to pick up the pieces if they don’t.” He stepped up to the shower and ran his hand over the curtain, his eyes glued to mine. “I keep my promises.”
My heart sped up, listening to his heavy breathing from outside of the thin curtain.
Suddenly, thoughts of Jace naked and sharing a shower with me clouded my mind and it was the only thing that mattered at the moment. I not only needed him, but I wanted him. I couldn’t deny that fact anymore. The only thing that had been stopping me before was that I was scared. Scared of hurting Jace or possibly even myself.
“I care about?”
Jace’s words trailed off as I slowly opened the curtain and gazed into his beautiful eyes.
He stood there looking shocked and confused as I reached out and grabbed his hand. I slowly trailed my fingertips over his hand, as I looked him in the eye. He was so beautiful. Inside and out.
Not a word was spoken as he stepped into the shower, still wearing his briefs and placed his hands on my face. His hands trembled as he slowly ran a finger down to my lip and bit his own. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed. “I want you to be happy. I want to make you happy.”
My heartbeat skyrocketed and my legs became weak as he leaned in and pressed his tender lips against mine. His touch was so sensual and the taste of his mouth was sweeter than sugar, causing me to run my tongue over his lips to get a better taste.
I watched, holding my breath, as the water dripped over his perfect body, soaking the briefs that he still wore. It turned me on.
The whole room suddenly spun around us as my hands trailed over his bare chest, rubbing his smooth flesh, before resting on the outside of his wet briefs. The feel of his hardness made me moan.
I felt my body start to shake uncontrollably as he gripped my wet hips and swung me toward the back wall with passion in his eyes.
We both let out a low moan as he pressed me into the shower wall and roughly bit my bottom lip. “Are you sure that you’re ready for this?” he questioned running his hands up my face. “Because once I start, I won’t be able to stop.”
Victoria Ashley is an author from Rockford, IL. She wrote her first novel in 2011 after finding an app on her phone that allowed writers to upload their own work. After finding her passion in writing she then moved on to publish her first novel Wake Up Call, which has been viewed over thirteen million times and plans to continue working hard to publish more in the near future. She’s a sucker for tattooed bad boys that are just understood and would spend all day reading books about them if she had the chance. She also enjoys watching her favorite shows The Vampire Diaries, Dexter and True Blood. A Chicken and Ranch addict.