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175 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 7, 2015
Ride me, use me, come on me. God knows I've used the thought of you to come for a fucking decade."
That's it, you tight little thing. Working my dick like a goddamn stripper pole..."
Tell me your fucking legs are up in the air because you want my come. Pout for it. Let me see that little pout."
"I want to fuck you like a beast in heat..."
The younger man/older woman is a favorite trope of mine and Tessa Bailey has written a winner.
“You think I could stop? I’d sell my fucking soul to watch you come.”
Sarge Purcell’s teenage dreams and heart was filled with Jasmine Taveras, but she never saw him as anything but her best friend’s little brother that she sometimes had to babysit. So as soon as high school ended Sarge hightailed it out of New Jersey, broken-hearted with only his guitar and the lust filled songs Jas inspired. Now after four years away with his very successful band taking a break, Sarge is returning to his home town to see his sister, meet the niece he’s never met and show Jas he’s not the boy he used to be and the man he is now won’t be ignored anymore.
This man, this brutal, uncompromising man, was a naughty fantasy come to life, even though compared to the treatment he was inflicting on her body and senses, her fantasies prior to now had been watered-down garbage.
In the last four years Jas has learned that not all dreams come true, that her dream of leaving Hook and becoming a success won’t be realised. She’s also realised that Hook’s selection of good men are pretty small. Until Sarge comes back to Hook, a Sarge she doesn’t recognise at first not with how tall and muscular he’s become. She has no right to find him so sexy, not with him being so much younger than her and being her best friend’s kid brother. But his dirty talk and how alive he makes her feel is impossible to resist. But she can’t let it herself feel anything more than lust for him because he’ll be leaving soon and she’s not going to let him mess up his bright future because of her.
He’d known. Always know she was the ending for him.
I freaking LOVED Sarge. How crazy he was over Jas, how much he wanted and needed her, it made me melt into a puddle of swoon. Every woman should be loved like this. I loved that the four years apart didn’t lessen his feelings for her and how possessive and protective he was over her.
This is what it feels like to be craved. Beyond reason. Beyond anything in her experience.
Jas was a bit stubborn but then a seven year age difference can seem like a lot if the guy is only twenty-two, but I loved how she couldn’t resist him even when she tried and the fact that she knew what a good heart he had despite because of their history.
“Maybe you’re even right to be scared, Jas, because this love is rough. It’s sharp and sweet and dirty and jealous. It wakes me up in the middle of the night thinking I’m in the wrong place because you’re not there. It believed you were mine before you saw me as a man, and the waiting…the waiting made this love bigger. It’s so big and I understand why that’s scary. I’ve had time to stop being scared of it, and you haven’t.”
The romance was hot with that forbidden feeling and although I wanted to slap Jas for pushing Sarge away, I loved seeing him seducing her, winning her over. His dirty talk was so damn hot and their sexy times were scorching.
I love Tessa Bailey’s books and this one was another favorite of mine. So sweet and sexy and a must read. Highly recommended.
’Her eyelids fell. “We can’t keep doing this.” She struggled a little in his grip. “After what you told me, I have no excuse. I would be leading you on.”
“Lead me on, then.” He lifted her off the ground, planting her backside against the nearest car trunk and fusing their bodies together. “I’m asking you to lead me on. There’s your permission. Make me believe this is real.”
“Ride me, use me, come on me. God know I’ve used the thought of you to come for a fucking decade.”
“I might be younger, but I’m not young. I’m a man and I’m fucking you blind. I’m your man. Say it.”
”Sarge had been remodelled from a one-story colonial into a big brick mansion.”