Blitz (Emerald City #1/Black Family Saga #4) by FX Scully
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: September 30, 2014
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Ray Carlson has always been great at two things: playing football and taking care of his little sister. But while he’s away at college, scoring touchdowns and winning the hearts of fans, he drops the only ball that really matters. It’s been four years since he last saw his sister and she’s constantly on his mind, but so is the biggest decision of his career. As first ranking draft prospect, everybody wants a piece of him, and when his would-be agent is involved in a tragic accident, everyone comes running–including her assistant, Sydney.
She’s an amateur and she’s desperate. But so is Ray and they soon forge an alliance to get the two things they want most in the world. Somewhere along the way, they get far more than they bargained for.
Shit. What is wrong with me? Well, other than the fact that he’s insanely hot and lying half-naked at the other end of my bed? Oh and that I made out with him for the second time in two days. Even if it was only for thirty precious seconds?
It’s got to be at least three in the morning and I’m wide awake—certain parts of me more than others. I squeeze my legs together and hug my pillow tighter.
Then I take a deep breath through my nose, trying my damnedest to catch a scent of him. And that musky cologne he wears. But all I smell is my cocoa butter soap and vanilla scented dryer sheets. If I could just touch him. Maybe that’ll satisfy me. Then I can stop fantasizing about the way his smoldering skin felt against mine and finally get some sleep.
I push my leg forward slowly and try to mentally picture where he is on the bed in proximity to me. I don’t want to touch the wrong part, or kick out too quickly and wake him. That wouldn’t be humiliating at all.
I can practically feel the heat radiating from his body as I draw closer and as my toe grazes his leg, I bite my lip. Nope. This isn’t enough. Not even close. I want more.
“Your feet are cold.”
Oh, God. I pull my leg back quickly and bury my face in my pillow. Too late to pretend I was sleeping now. Smooth move, Syd.
“Sorry,” I mumble.
“It’s alright. I’m sure you’re used to having this bed to yourself.”
“I mean…I didn’t mean…” He clears his throat. “Can’t sleep?”
“Even after all that vodka?”
I laugh. “With me, there’s a small window and if I don’t jump through it, I’m up all night. Especially if I’m drinking and thinking.”
“What did you just say?”
“Thinking,” he cuts in. “Holy crap, Syd. What are you like my soul mate or something?”
I bite my lip. He just called me Syd. Now I want to throw my arms around him. I’m acting like a total girl. It’s getting completely out of control.