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Onyx eyes flashed like strikes of lightning in the muted light. “You think I don’t feel it back? Fuck. I love you, Emily. I love you so goddamn much I can’t think. Can’t see. Can’t feel anything but this need I feel for you.”
My heart pressed and pulled and thudded, growing so big inside of me I was sure it was gonna rupture where it pressed against my ribs.
“I love you,” I rushed to whisper back.
“Fuck.” Royce dropped his forehead to mine, his eyes squeezed tight. “Say it again.”
“I love you, Royce. I love you so much more than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything. You’ve ruined me.”
That was it.
His aura gasoline.
My confession a match.
Our mouths and bodies collided in a frenzy of greed.
Hands ripping and touching and raking. Impassioned kisses of warring teeth and lips and tongues.
We bit and licked and stroked in a desperate play to consume.
The rhythm of our hearts an erratic thunder that rumbled in the air and rippled across our skin. We spun and spun as we fought to get closer, me fumbling to get the shirt over his head, my palms pressing flat over the hot planes of his magnificent body.
His cut abs shook and flexed beneath my touch, his hands diving under the fabric of my sweatshirt, dragging it up as he trailed his hands up my back. The man’s fingers reached all the way around to run up my sides as he pulled the sweatshirt over my head.
My chest heaved, chills streaking as my bare flesh was hit with the cool air that pumped through the vents. My nipples puckered, and my small breasts ached for his touch, this unending need gushing through my body, wringing me in a fist of lust.
His touch chased away the chill, his mouth following suit, crazed as his lips ran the line of my shoulder, caressing down across my collarbone as he cupped my breasts in his hands. “Shit . . . fuck . . . Emily. You are perfect. You are perfect.”
We were spinning, frantic. The two of us banged into the dresser as we moved deeper into my room, lost to this delirious dance.
I peppered a million kisses across his chest, across the tattoo that shattered a piece of my heart.
Love is the heart’s greatest deceit.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” I murmured across the inked flesh. Like I could heal whatever wound had written it there. I prayed he’d understand that piece that broke off belonged to him. That I was giving it to him. An offering to make him whole if he would let me.
And if those words were true, then I wanted to be his only lie.