Dump and Chase (Nashville Assassins Next Generation 1)

“You’re really fucking beautiful.”

I think I just died. Aiden Brooks just called me, Shelli Adler, really fucking beautiful. And not just beautiful. Fucking beautiful.

I mean, he’s isn’t wrong.

I have my dad’s eyes and my mom’s beauty. But knowing that about myself doesn’t mean my face doesn’t flush with color and my lips don’t curve into the brightest smile. Because it’s him. The guy I’ve crushed on for most of my life. He thinks I’m beautiful, when I thought he never even saw me. “Thank you.”

He looks me up and down, his eyes poring over me like the sweetest syrup. “Usually, Chris’s friends aren’t this gorgeous.”

The way he says friends is weird, but that’s neither here nor there. Aiden Brooks is looking at me, and I swear he sees me. He really sees me.

“Thanks…?”

He grins, and Lord, he is so charming. A simple grin has my heart fluttering in my chest. “That’s one hell of a compliment. He’s brought a lot of girls through here.”

“This is my first time.” Well, no shit, Sherlock! He knows this. Why the hell did I say that? I’m such an idiot!

He reaches out, taking my hip in his grip. I look down at his hand as my body burns with fire from his touch. I have wanted to feel his hands on me for as long as I can remember. I look up at him, wide-eyed, as his white teeth blind me. “Believe me, it won’t be your last.”

I blink, and when my eyes open, it’s just in time to see his lips coming for mine. His hand moves to the middle of my back, pushing me into him as his lips capture mine. It’s like a siren is going off in my head as I fall into the kiss, my hands sliding up and around his neck to hold on for dear life.

Because Aiden Brooks is kissing me.

Chapter Two

Shelli

I want to say my head is spinning from how quickly Aiden gets me into his bedroom, but if I’m honest, it’s just him. He smells absolutely phenomenal. His scent is somewhere between that right-off-the-ice smell and woodsy. If an ice rink were in the woods on a cold winter day, that’s how I would describe Aiden’s smell. I don’t know where he got his cologne, but it makes me want to ice-skate right now.

Well, maybe not right now.

Aiden slides his large hands down my back, cupping my ass as he lifts me into his arms with ease. I wrap my legs around his narrow waist as my mouth moves with his. He tastes like tequila and lime. His lips feel so damn good against mine. He rakes his teeth along my bottom lip, biting ever so softly as I gasp into his mouth. He open-mouth kisses me with desperation, leaving me absolutely breathless. Has he wanted me for as long as I’ve wanted him? What’s stopped him? I mean, we could have been doing this for years!

When his tongue duels with mine, I feel like I’m floating. I have been with my fair share of guys and I have no problem admitting that, but none of them have kissed me like Aiden Brooks is kissing me right now. When he falls on top of me on the bed, I squeeze his hips as he cups my jaw, his tongue sliding against mine. I push his jacket down his arms before reaching for his shirt. I pull it up and off him, only parting to get the shirt off. I run my hands down his taut chest, and I want to look at every single part of him, but then his mouth is back on mine. A deep moan rumbles in his chest, and soon I’m dripping with want. I’m sure there are some things to be said, but I’ve been dreaming of this moment since I was old enough to know what sex was, and there is no way I am ruining it with chitchat.

He wants me. I want him. Let’s do this.

When he sits back on his heels, he lifts me so that I’m in his lap, our mouths never stopping. His kisses are demanding, unrestrained, and I almost can’t keep up. It’s like he’s devouring me, and never have I felt so wanted. I feel him through my jeans, and my heart jackhammers in my chest. He’s so thick, so long, and Jesus, I want to taste him. I tear my mouth from his, and when he whimpers in the sexiest, most manly way, I swear I almost come.

“Well, that was really hot,” I tease. His teeth flash at me as I move out of his lap, my knees landing on the bed on either side of him.

“I have never done that before. You taste really good.”

“I could say the same about you,” I admit as I reach for the button on his slacks. “But this is what I really wanna taste.”