WANT by Kayti McGee
(Ryder Brothers #2)
Publication Date: October 31st
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Welcome to Hollywood, where wet dreams come true.
I fell for Marlee the second I met her- gorgeous smile, unimpressed by my stardom… bendy.
Not even remotely interested in me.
Of course the girl of my dreams has to be engaged to her hometown high-school sweetheart. Nothing’s ever easy, right?
Until they break up.
And she moves in with me.
The only person who can help her practice for her next role is me.
Because Marlee isn’t just new to Hollywood.
She’s a virgin.
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His hand moves to the side of my cheek and his fingers stroke my jaw for a moment before drawing my face towards his. My breath catches when his lips play against mine. Then I feel the force of his mouth and the finesse of his lips as he parts mine and his tongue enters my mouth.
It feels like my first kiss, as he presses his hand against the back of my head, and runs his tongue along mine. Maybe this is my first kiss in some way because I feel something on the other end of his kiss that I haven’t known before: desire. His mouth is hot and hard and pliable at once and I feel that liquid sensation as my body molds into him, my nipples erect and chafing against my shirt. No one has kissed me like this before.
I guess he does want this after all.
He lies on top of me and I spread my legs to make room for him, to take on his weight and it feels so natural. His weight presses me onto the bed and I feel his firm muscles contracting against me, his erect cock pressing into my belly. I feel drunk on him again and can’t believe this is finally happening. I imagined kissing him, imagined our bodies together. There’s so much heat from our bodies that I want my clothes off. I break my mouth away from his, gasping. I’m all ready to untangle my robe and go back to the whole nude thing I was going to do before, but he stills.
“If we’re going to do this right, we need to do everything, one lesson at a time.”
“Like a dance class,” I say. “One skill at a time.” I like that idea. I’m good at learning choreography. I have excellent muscle memory. He runs a finger on my lips and I part them for him.
“You’re a good student,” he says. His voice is deeper than usual but also tinged with more than just that desire. It’s like—I don’t know, seduction or something. “I want to take my time with you.”
I feel safe and comfortable and horny all at once. That’s a much more reasonable combination of emotions, like the ones I read about. In my romance novels. Oh, shit. I realize-those books are about love, and this particular bit of feels always comes before someone falls in it.
Have I made a horrible mistake?
Livin’ deliciously in beautiful Kansas City Missouri, where everyone else loves the Royals as much as she do. Kayti McGee likes wine and murder shows and mountains and art.
She’s represented by Rebecca Friedman at Friedman Literary because she’s a lucky, lucky girl. Call her if you want Kayti to do Iron Chef, otherwise just stalk her on her social media.
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