Jonathon Turner is going to be the death of me. Maybe not the death of me…but my panties for sure! They seem to disintegrate the moment he touches me. Looks at me. Smiles at me. Talks to me. It’s more than physical. He’s breaking through an impenetrable wall. There’s a problem though—he’s younger than me. Six. Years. Younger. Let’s not forget he’s also one of my brother’s best friends. Oh, the other problem I forgot to mention… I never wanted to fall in love again. But you know what they say….never say never.
“Do y’all know what you want to eat or should I give you a few minutes?” When the waitress handed me the sample of wine, I downed it. She tried to hide her chuckle but failed. “Yep, it’s good. Now pour me a big glass.” “I think we need a few minutes, Evie,” Jonathon said. “Sure! No problem. I’ll leave you lovebirds alone.” I choked on the wine as Evie spun walked to another table. Setting the glass down, I glared at Jonathon. “What in the hell was that?” He shrugged. “Evie being hopeful, that’s all.” “Hopeful of what?” With a knock-my-panties-right-off-of-me smile, he replied, “Us.” Leaning closer, I whispered, “You say that like we’re an item.” He poured a glass of wine and held it up. “I hope by the end of dinner we are.” My eyes closed. “You drive me insane, Turner.” With a grunt, he put the wine glass down. “No, you drive me insane. It was your flirty little text that had me in my hotel room with my hand around my cock.” A lady behind us cleared her throat. “Shut up!” I whispered loudly. Frustration bubbled inside every time I looked at him. Was sexual frustration what got him in that fight? A small part of me hoped it had been. “You told your family about me?” I asked, changing the subject. Jonathon half shrugged. “I might have mentioned you at a family dinner.” “What did you say?” A mischievous smile played across his face. “Well, I didn’t tell them I got caught fucking one of my clients.” My stomach dropped. “Stop being crass,” I said before adding in a lower voice, “Save that shit for the bedroom.” His brows rose. “You like the dirty talk, do you?” It was my turn to shrug. “I don’t know. I’ve never experienced a man talking dirty to me in bed before.” “Is that a challenge, Waylynn?” Taking a sip of my wine, I replied, “Do you want it to be?” He leaned forward, his eyes full of hope. “Do you want it to be? I think you already know how much I want you.” My teeth dug into my lip as I let the corner of my mouth rise into a slight smile. “I mean, it would be a shame for me to have gone panty-less for nothing.” Jonathon hooked my chair with his foot and pulled me closer. When his hand touched my leg, I let out a gasp. “A little jumpy there, babe?” “Don’t call me babe.” I looked around the restaurant. Not a single person was looking in our direction. The long black tablecloth was hiding the fact that Jonathon’s fingers were moving up the inside of my thigh. “Spread your legs open…babe.”
Kelly Elliott is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling contemporary romance author. Since finishing her bestselling Wanted series, Kelly continues to spread her wings while remaining true to her roots and giving readers stories rich with hot protective men, strong women and beautiful surroundings. Her bestselling works include, Wanted, Broken, Without You, and Unconditional Love, to name just a few. Kelly has been passionate about writing since she was fifteen. After years of filling journals with stories, she finally followed her dream and published her first novel, Wanted, in November of 2012. Kelly lives in central Texas with her husband, daughter, and two pups. When she’s not writing, Kelly enjoys reading and spending time with her family. She is down to earth and very in touch with her readers, both on social media and at signings. To find out more about Kelly and her books, you can find her through her website. www.kellyelliottauthor.com