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“Enjoy your ‘me’ day?” Alex asked.
I felt my face flush and I cursed the knowing glint that shone in his eyes. “It was lovely,” I said.
“I bet,” he murmured as he studied my face. “Same time next week?”
I nodded and followed him to the front door. He stopped just before I could shut the door behind him. He looked as though he wanted to say something desperately, but debated doing it right up until he opened his mouth. I’m not sure even he knew what he was going to say until he said it. “Maybe next week you and I can spend the day together while Jonathan visits his mom.”
My eyes opened wide as I processed his unusual proposal. “Are you asking me on a date?”
“You’re single, right?” he asked. “You’re available, no prospective suitors. Nothing going on,” he probed. “Why not?”
“Other than the fact I don’t like you?”
He laughed. “You don’t like me because you don’t know me. Let’s rectify that.” His eyes narrowed as he surveyed my face. “Then maybe next weekend I can be the one who causes the blush to rise in your cheeks.”
I glared at him and stepped backward. “Goodbye, Alex,” I dismissed.”
“Maybe I’m keeping you too busy,” he mused as his eyes scanned my face. “A young woman such as yourself must have certain… needs.”
I shook my head. “You know better than that, Drew.”
“Do I?” he asked softly. “You’re human, flesh and blood. Certainly there are moments when you simply yearn for the touch of another.”
His voice was low and hypnotic. It stirred that very longing as if summoning it from the dead. “Listen, Drew…about what you saw…”
He flung the expensive jewelry onto my crumbled bedcovers. He stepped close enough to pull me towards him. “Tell me, Rachel,” he continued as he fit my body against his hardening contours, “do you long to be held? To be kissed?” He bent toward me and whispered, “To be taken?”
My brain scrambled as he lifted me up to crush his mouth on mine. It was every dream realized, though I was blissfully conscious. I groaned under him as he parted my lips and dominated my mouth. Every alarm in my head sounded, but my treacherous body ignored each and every one as it strained for him with a hunger so strong I was powerless to control it.
His fingers wound in my hair as he stole the very breath from my lungs with each kiss. His mouth dragged to my neck, his breath hot in his ear. “Tell me you want me, Rachel.”
I shuddered against him. “Drew…”
“Tell me,” he begged in a hoarse whisper as his hands slid down the arch of my back and over the curve of my hip.
My hands braced on his chest, but instead of pushing myself away, my palms delighted in how solid and real he felt. It sent a jolt through my entire body. “I don’t want you,” I eked out in a pitiful whisper.
“Liar,” he growled as he picked me up into his arms and carried me around to the bed. He followed me down onto the firm mattress.
“You’ve made your point,” I said after I closed the door. “Can’t that be enough for once? Why do you have to further antagonize him?”
Alex laughed. “You are something else. Not only are you Jonathan’s governess, but you’re a party planner, hostess and now… bouncer. You take multi-tasking to the next level, princess.”
“Look, I know you don’t like me…,” I started, but he was quick to interrupt.
“Who says I don’t like you?”
“You do. Every chance you get.”
He walked to where I stood at the door. “If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t care what happened to you,” he pointed out as his eyes swept across my face. “You may not see it now, but I am trying to save you.”
“From what?” I challenged.
His eyes slid down to my mouth. “From us.”
Flipping Steamy! Antagonistic! Powerful personalities!
I fell in love with both brothers Drew and Alex! I loved the strength of Rachel. When she finally made up her mind to leave her job as a teacher and go work as a teacher to just one difficult student, she had no idea that she was their to teach a family, not just a child.
She was witty, funny, smart and everything that both of them needed. I could not put the book down. It had me picking my jaw off the ground on more than one occasion and wishing she would just give in…aaahhhhh! I can not wait for the next book in the series. Yes, it will be an all – nighter for sure.Excerpt: I sucked in a breath as I looked up into those piercing blue eyes that held me captive in their gaze. I hadn’t seen him in months, but his effect on me was no less devastating. My body still burned from his possessive imprint as his eyes traveled over my face and down across my body, which was firing to life just from the echo of his touch. “So you are here,” he said as he pushed his way into the house. “I thought it was a joke.”I stared after him helplessly. “Drew, I really don’t think you should be here. Jonathan is due any minute…,” I started, but he was quick to cut me off.“Jonathan’s not coming. I’ve petitioned the judge to prevent Jonathan from being educated here in the home of the man who blew his life apart. Twice,” he added bitterly. “If you want to teach Jonathan, you need to do it either in Elise’s home or in mine.”
I crossed my arms in front of me. “That’s not happening,” I told him.
He sneered at me. “So you’ve switched teams, is that it?”
“No,” I answered. “I’m on the same team I’ve always been on. Team Jonathan.”
Drew chortled. “You really are a piece of work, Miss Dennehy,” he emphasized spitefully. He glanced around his mother’s family home with pained nostalgia on his face. “But I suppose one Fullerton brother is as good as the other. He’s got the fancy home, the big bank account. Nothing as big as mine, of course, but few things are,” he added with an evil sneer. “And of course, a motherless son. That’s the most important piece of the puzzle, is it not?”
I glared at him. “Get out, Drew.”
He stalked toward me. “Truth hurt?” he asked when he stopped a mere inch apart from where I stood.
“You wouldn’t know the truth if you tripped over it,” I gritted between clinched teeth. “Your jealous ranting is wasted when I know you never really wanted me in the first place.”
“You think not?” he asked in a low voice. His eyes were lethal as he closed the gap between us, until his massive, rock-solid chest was pressed against my tightly clenched arms. “Did it only take three months to forget what it felt like to have me inside you?”
I gasped slightly, taken aback by his bold comment. He took advantage of that opportunity to grasp my wrist in one powerful hand and yank me against his body, which was both hard and forbidding. His mouth hovered over mine by a mere breath. “I haven’t forgotten,” he said as his other hand ran down my back and over the curve of my hip. “I dream about you every night. I still feel you wrapped around me, pulling me in deeper and deeper inside of you until I lost myself in all that you are.”
My resolve slipped under the assault of his seductive words. I shook my head. “Drew, please.”
His eyes glittered. “I’ve heard you beg me before. Remember?”
I shuddered in spite of myself. As mad as I had been, as hurt and betrayed, Drew still haunted my dreams. I hadn’t forgotten how I came alive at his touch. Just being this close to him had me flushed with forbidden excitement. I wanted him despite past history and despite my better judgment. I had to remind myself that this was likely another game.
But the hard, insistent bulge pressing against my leg suggested otherwise.
I opened my mouth to protest, and his lips crushed mine. I could taste strong bourbon on his tongue. It was early in the day for him to be drinking. Clearly he had been in a downward spiral similar to his son. It fueled his possessive kiss with anger and entitlement. I began to struggle against him the minute his hand clamped over my breast. “No,” I murmured against his mouth as I tried to pull away, but he held me fast.
“Tell me you don’t want me,” he demanded. “I can feel it in the way your body responds to mine, like it knows whom it belongs to.”
“I belong to no one,” I insisted as I tried to pull away, but he swept me into his arms.
“You think not?” he challenged again as he carried me toward the staircase.
“What are you doing?” I squealed, too afraid to kick myself free and send us toppling down the stairs.
“Claiming what’s mine,” he informed me coldly as he reached the landing.
Passion, Humor, Drama, and of course two absolutely polar opposite brothers…Oh yes, this is a MUST read!!!
The pain continues between Alex and Drew in this series. I feel for Jonathan and his destructive behavior. But this is only exasperated by the ridiculous relationship between his Father, Uncle and his Mother. I am absolutely in love with Rachel and her continued strength to remain neutral within this firestorm of unhealthy family dynamics. I can literally feel her inner turmoil throughout the entire series of which side she wants to pick, but tries to remain “Switzerland” for the sack of Jonathan. I love the simmering chemistry between here and the two brothers. It makes you want to jump into the book and pick for her….Ok, and shake her senseless….ha ha
This is an amazing series! I am beside myself and literally could not help turning the next page. It had me wrapped in knots 80% of the time. I absolutely can not wait for the third book in the series Enraptured!