EXCERPTS of THE PLAYMAKER
THREE
It took me a few seconds to gather the courage to knock on the door. That’s right, a guy who could knock another man’s teeth out without blinking an eye, was afraid to knock on the Thompson’s front door.
Come on, Kian, I said to myself. The longer you act like a pussy and don’t knock, the longer you have to wait to see your girl.
I finally grabbed a pair and knocked on the heavy wood door.
No answer.
That’s when I noticed the doorbell. Smart move, Genius. I rang the bell and within seconds, my beautiful princess was standing in front of me.
When she gave me one of her dazzling smiles, she nearly knocked the breath right out of me. Taylor had a smile that lit up the world around her. And I loved the way her eyes always sparkled when she smiled.
I grabbed the belt loops of her skinny jeans and pulled her body close to mine. I took in her scent, her strawberry shampoo and the lotion she always wore. God, I missed her. I missed holding her in my arms. I missed touching her and being with her. I missed being inside her. Oh, did I want to be inside her, as soon as possible.
But what I missed most was just being in her presence. Of all the places I had been in my life, it was the only place where I felt I truly belonged.
“I can’t believe you’re really here,” Taylor said as she touched my face. The warmth of that single touch spread through my body like a wildfire.
I didn’t waste any time putting my lips to hers and tasting her sweetness. Our hunger for each other deepened as our mouths did a ravenous dance.
“Kian Kavanagh,” a deep male voice said and Taylor and I both jumped away from each other. “Glad to see you made it back to Arizona safely.”
Taylor’s dad was tall and thin but still an imposing figure. Even though I outweighed him by probably forty pounds, he scared the shit out of me.
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Genre – New Adult Romance
Rating – R
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