on January 11, 2016
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A faceless name. That’s all she was when I agreed to play a part in deceiving her. But then the unplanned happened.
We met. And all I wanted from her was a dirty weekend . . . until that wasn’t enough and I longed for so much more.
Lawrence Thorn suddenly means the world to me. And that’s a problem. She’s my business partner’s sister. Forbidden fruit. Pursuing her can mean trouble for me at Lovibond Brewery. But I don’t care.
I yearn for her skin against mine.
I crave her smell on my body.
I want to make her laugh and then hear her moan my name.
And she does for a brief moment in time.
But Lawrence wants more than I’m able to give. And it’s a damn shame because there’s no one on earth I want more than her.
An epic love.
A miserable ending.
Unless it’s not.
As with any Georgia Cates book, I jumped in blind knowing that what ever Georgia threw my way would be pretty damn good! Tap is was no different.
“Your love drowns all my demons.”
Tap and Lawrence are emotional perfection. Both of their back stories made my heart ache. Georgia’s descriptions of Lawrence’s childhood were gut wrenching. Tap’s loss was both uneasy and inspirational. Both of their stories created this raw reality that pushed the story forward. I began to feel as if they were my friends. I related to them as a couple, and as individuals.
This is my third Georgia series and I have found that I enjoy her writing style and her voice. She allows me to dive in and create a connection with her characters. With Tap she laid the ground work for the remaining books in the series. The sneak peek of Stout and Porter’s world have me ready to be team Lovibond!
I grab the bottom of his T-shirt and give it a tug. “I think you’re overdressed.”
“I know how to fix that.”
He crosses his arms and grabs the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. I stand in awe, taking in his male beauty. Broad shoulders. Pecs filled with muscle. A deep V at his waist, pointing right to his dick. That shit is awesome. Any woman who says it isn’t is a damn liar.
He has ink. A lot. I will take my time exploring that a little later. Maybe even outline it with the tip of my tongue.
My hands splay over the mounds of muscle covering the top of his chest. I suck a nipple into my mouth and give it a tug with my teeth. Women pay too little attention to men’s nipples. But not me. I love them.
Brou’s hands lace through my hair at the nape. “I have a confession.”
I look up but don’t release his nipple. “Mmm hmm?”
“When I turned around and saw you yesterday, I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. And then you told me you were Stout’s sister. I was crushed because I knew that meant you were out of my reach.”
I release his nipple and straighten so we’re face to face. Sort of. He is quite a bit taller than me.
I snake my arms around his shoulders. “I think I’m very much within your reach. I’m yours until the morning so make it count.”
He slides his hands down my sides into the waist of my maxi skirt and panties. “We may not sleep at all tonight.”
“I’m all in.” Even if it means I won’t be worth shit driving home tomorrow. Every orgasm he gives me will make it worth it.
His mouth possesses mine as he pushes my bottoms down. I step out when both pieces drop to my feet and reach for the button of his jeans.
Brou ignores his phone vibrating on the nightstand. “You need to get that?”
“No fucking way. I’ve waited all day for this.”
A full minute doesn’t pass before the phone dances again. “You sure?”
The phone rings a third time within two minutes. “They’re persistent.”
“They’re dead if they don’t leave us alone.”
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