“Addictive like all Kylie Scott books, you’ll swoon, laugh, ache, put your life on hold, and compulsively read until the wee hours of the night—only to reread the whole thing the next morning. Perfection!” – Katy Evans, New York Times bestselling author
Returning home for her father’s wedding was never going to be easy for Adele. If being sent away at eighteen hadn’t been bad enough, the mess she left behind when she made a pass at her dad’s business partner sure was.
Fifteen years older than her, Pete had been her crush for as long as she could remember. But she’d misread the situation—confusing friendliness for undying love. Awkward. Add her father to the misunderstanding, and Pete was left with a broken nose and a business on the edge of ruin. The man had to be just as glad as everyone else when she left town.
Seven years later, things are different. Adele is no longer a kid, but a fully grown adult more than capable of getting through the wedding and being polite. But all it takes is seeing him again to bring back those old feelings.
Sometimes first loves are the truest.
It was meant to be a soft kiss. A chaste one, even.
The minute my lips touched his, however, everything changed. Callused hands grabbed the sides of my face and my mouth opened on a gasp. His tongue swept inside, taking me over. Holy hell. Shoes and purse hit the floor, forgotten. Nothing about this kiss was slow or easy. The man devoured me. Every ounce of emotion poured into that kiss, all of the anger and frustration between us. His tongue was teasing and tasting, driving me wild. Then he drew back to suck and nip at my bottom lip. One hand slid around the back of my neck, the other over my hip to grab at my ass. His hold was firm, a little rough even. He treated my body like it belonged to him and I wasn’t gentle either.
Apparently experience mattered. Because all I could do was try and keep up.
I held on tight to his open shirt, straining against him, trying to get closer. I’d have crawled inside the man if I could. Turned out that under certain circumstances, the taste of scotch worked for me in a big way. Against my hip, his cock hardened, digging into me. And oh my God, I’d done that to him. Me. How amazing! Meanwhile, my body felt liquid, core aching and empty. I needed him inside of me and it seemed like I’d already been waiting forever.
“Fuck,” he muttered, breath hot against my ear.
I fumbled at the remaining buttons on his shirt. My damn fingers didn’t seem to be working. Easier to just push the whole thing upward. Luckily, the man decided to help, tearing the shirt off over his head. More skin was good. And he was so hot and smooth, a thrill to the touch. The solid flesh of his pecs and the flat plane of his stomach.
He tore at the zipper on the back of my dress, dragging fabric down over my shoulders. A growl came from the back of his throat, a noise of frustration, impatience. I’m reasonably certain I heard the silk rip. I didn’t care. His hands and mouth seemed to cover every bit of skin revealed, touching and tasting me everywhere. The dress got stuck on my hips. Out of the way enough for now.
He didn’t even bother undoing my bra, simply peeling down one of the lace cups to free my flesh. My breast filled his hot palm as it took the weight. Fingers plumped me, his thumb flicking over my hard nipple. The sting of pain followed by the heat of his kiss made my head spin and my body ache. There was no room for thought as he fed me deep, wet kisses. Slowly, he took us to the floor. No time for anything else. Just the urgent need to have him inside me.
The hardness of the polished wood was cool against my back. My legs were spread, his body between them. And with his broad chest above me, his weight taken on one arm, he was all I could see. I swear even the insides of my thighs were wet, I was so ready. It would have been embarrassing with anybody else. But this man, he had to know, he had to understand. It had always been him.
“Pete, I need—”
“I know,” he said, voice harsh and low.
Kylie is a New York Times and USA Today best-selling author. She was voted Australian Romance Writer of the year, 2013 & 2014, by the Australian Romance Writer’s Association and her books have been translated into eleven different languages. She is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet. You can learn more about Kylie from http://www.kylie-scott.com/
4 out of 5 stars
It’s funny – I’ve read some reviews on this book, and they were kind of negative – especially about Adele. I will explain more, but I will say up front that I don’t agree with the negative feedback about Adele.
Adele has been in love with Pete, her dad’s business partner, since she was 16 years old and would visit her dad in the summer. Pete spent a lot of time with Adele, taking her to the movies, on dates with him and to the beach. Adele’s crush was one-sided, since when she was 16, put was 31 years old (he is 15 years older). Right after Adele’s 18th birthday, she declares her love for Pete and flashes him. Sadly, her dad walks in, sees his daughter topless and punches Pete in the face, breaking his nose.
Fast forward 7 years – Adele’s dad, Andrew, is getting married to a lovely woman named Shanti. Adele comes back to her dad’s for the first time in seven years – since her incident with Pete. She’s all grown up – 25, and Pete is now 40. Pete is a very closed off guy. He doesn’t let people in. So when Adele shows back up and has to stay in his guest room, he’s not prepared for the things he’s feeling.
Despite the 15 year age gap, I felt that Pete was a little immature. He couldn’t make up his mind about anything – especially Adele. He kept leading her on, and was hot and cold with her. I thought Adele acted much more mature than her 25 years when it came to Pete. She knew she wanted Pete and didn’t hide that fact.
I loved Shanti, Adele’s step mother. She was such an amazing character. I loved Adele’s best friend Hazel, and I liked Adele. I truly believe that when you meet the one, you know. Adele knew Pete was the one for her. It just took Pete a lot longer to figure things out.
If I had a problem with the book, it would be that the story was ONLY told from Adele’s perspective. I would have loved to hear Pete’s side of the story. I think that Pete was in love with Adele when she was 16, but it was forbidden love and he would have never admitted it.
I really enjoyed this story, and I would recommend it!