He’s someone she can’t trust…
She’s someone he thinks he knows…
Violet Wilson is a wallflower. Shy, serious, and accident-prone, she’s got a bad habit of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. The night she’s forced to pose with her friend might just be the worst time of all—that’s when she meets Jet Blevins. She knows better than to get involved with someone like him, but he touches her in ways she never expected, never wanted before.
On the outside, Jet is a typical rocker, an arrogant lead guitarist who unapologetically lives a wild lifestyle. But on the inside, he’s battling demons and using the stage to escape the troubles of his past and the addictions of his present. Until the night he sees Violet standing at the back of the room. She brings his life into focus. She knows his secrets. She’s the girl he can’t forget, and the one thing he craves more than his addiction.
But can they ever hope to have a future when their very foundation is nothing but lies?
Fell In Love With A Boy-Joss Stone
I lean back into Jet, letting my head fall onto his shoulder. I feel his hands come to my hips, his fingertips brushing my stomach. They tug me in closer to him. Every movement his body makes against me creates a sweet friction that I feel all the way into my core.
I arch my back and raise my arm to wind it around his neck. I tilt my head to the side when his lips tease the tender skin just beneath my ear, giving him better access. Against my butt, I feel his hardness. Gripping me with his hands, he holds me tight as he grinds against me, sending a shower of chills down my back and an ache into the V of my legs.
Instinctively, I move my hips back and forth against him. Above the music, I hear his groan at my ear as his fingers bite into my flesh.
“Don’t do that,” he murmurs.
“Don’t do what?” I ask coyly, breathlessly.
“Don’t tease me with that delicious ass and that short skirt. You may care that we’re in public, but I do not.”
“Don’t do this you mean?” I ask, unable to keep the naughty smile off my face as I arch farther and rub him with my backside. “Violet,” Jet warns gruffly, his teeth visibly gritted. “You’re playing with fire. Are you sure you wanna do that?” As he speaks, he lets one of his hands trail down my hip to the front of my thigh where he sweeps it in toward the inside of my leg and drags it up toward my center. I gasp, feeling an almost painful sense of frustration when he stops just short of where I need his touch most.
“Are you sure you want to talk me out of it?” I ask, closing my eyes against all the people around us. No one is paying us any attention anyway. No one cares how Jet is touching me.
I could almost pretend we are alone . . . with just the music . . .
“The only thing I want to talk you out of right now are these,” he says, running his palm up to the bend of my leg, his fingertips just grazing the edge of my panties.
“You wouldn’t,” I taunt, giving myself up to the night, to the music, and to Jet.
“Wouldn’t do something like that in here.”
“Is that a dare?”
I smile, knowing I’m safe to tease him. There’s no way he would . . . “No, it’s a fact.”
Jet slides his hand around my thigh to the outside of it, raising it to my hip and dragging the hem of my dress with it. I feel his fingers slipping under the thin band of my panties and fisting. With one quick jerk, I feel the snap of elastic. I gasp again, in desire as much as surprise.
“Still think I won’t?” he breathes against my neck.
I gave in to whatever this is between me and Jet hours ago. Now, there’s no going back. This time, I don’t want to.
Series reading order
The Wild Ones
Wild Child (novella)
Some Like It Wild
There’s Wild, Then There’s You
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