When Sawyer Reed wants something, he gets it.
And I WANT her.
She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s already mine.
Her resistance is futile because once I start a play, I always follow through.
And I ALWAYS win.
Nothing, not even the deep-seated hate I have for my rival, Jacob Byrd, is going to keep me from my endgame.
And my endgame is Gretchen Cole.
But I have to keep my head in the game. Everyone knows what happens to a quarterback when he loses focus. He gets SACKED.
Pulling away, he looked down at me, a sexy grin on his face. “You’re so fucking sweet, baby,” he whispered. “I bet you taste sweet, too.”
I moaned loudly as he slipped his finger inside the lace covering me and swiped it softly across my throbbing center. Before I could really begin to enjoy it, he pulled his glistening finger out and sucked it between his lips.
Seeing him taste my juices turned me on in a way I never imagined and the throbbing intensified.“Mmmm. Honeysuckle.” He closed his eyes and sucked once more at his finger.
I moved to lean into him, but before I could, he dropped to his knees in front of me. His hands moved up my outer thighs, taking my dress with it, and then he was peeling my boy shorts off. Cold air rushed over my soaked folds as he shuffled them down my thighs to my knees and over my boots. And when I lifted my foot to help him take them off, he smiled to himself.
This was really happening, and I wasn’t sure I could stop it even if I wanted to. I was too far gone. I don’t know if it was the last few weeks of mental foreplay or the alcohol I’d consumed, but the second he slipped his hot tongue between my folds and sucked me, I didn’t care what happened. I only knew he was soothing the throbbing ache.
“Sawyer,” I whispered as my head fell back against the door with a thump. “Ah, God.”
I’d never let anyone in my personal space this way, but damn if I could stop him. The sensations that spread through me as he feasted on my sensitive flesh were beyond amazing. I found myself whining like a little bitch and begging with my moans for him to keep going.
My fingers moved into his hair, holding him to my body. Lifting my leg onto his shoulder, he opened me to him as he continuously licked and sucked, sending my body into a frenzied state.“Yes. Oh my God, Sawyer, yes. What are you doing to me? I can’t …”He didn’t answer.
Instead, he pushed a single finger into me and slowly began to work it in and out. My knees began to shake, the door the only thing holding me up, and I panted as the sensation of release slowly began to move over me.
Sliding a second finger into me, he worked back and forth and in and out. His tongue twirling my hardened nub before softly sucking, and I was done.I exploded.
What a wonderful story!
It is so much about young love, college age, friendship, and heartbreak.
The funny wit in this story was just out there and I was like… wow… how does someone come up with that stuff? Well, Tabatha Vargo did, and she did it well. Trust me… once you read the first line in the book you will know exactly what I am talking about.
The story is about Sawyer who is a “super-star” football player in college and he can pretty much get any girl he wants. He is “cocky” and very full of himself.
“My body is my temple, and I was more than willing to let a multitude of women worship all over it.”
Then he meets quirky Gretchen in class, and he tries to seduce her, and it doesn’t work. She plays hard to get, and that makes Sawyer even more interested.
The relationship between the two of them is so much fun. It is stressful at times and there is a bit of “angst”, but there are reasons for a lot of it. I loved how the story is in both characters point of views, so you get to feel how they each felt during certain circumstances.
I loved seeing how each of the characters grew and worked out certain issues.
It is truly a love story with an attitude, if that makes any sense. I mean, it is a super fun book to read with some of the stuff that comes out of either one of the characters.
Tabatha Vargo is a New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author, but mostly she’s a boring control freak with a severe case of OCD and ADD. Oh look, something shiny. She’s a South Carolina girl who loves historical anything, wind chimes, and all things romantic and smutty. She’s the mother of a 10 y/o tomboy and the wife of her very own Prince Charming.
When she isn’t writing, she’s texting book ideas to herself, hanging out with her family and friends, or reading.
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