One year ago, Brody Scott made the biggest mistake of his life and has lived with his regret every day since thenâ¦
One year ago, Demetria âDemiâ Rosemead watched the love of her life turn his back on her, leaving her to face one of the hardest things sheâs ever had to go through on her own.
So much has happened, and when Brody and Demi are forced to spend a week together after a year apart, they will be drawn back into the raw intensity of what they feel for each other. Only this time, Brody wonât walk away so easilyâ¦
But Demi is keeping something from him, and not only will she have to forgive him, but he will have to forgive her tooâ¦
Can they erase the time that has passed, and move forward? Or will Demiâs secret and Brodyâs mistake keep them from their forever?
*This can be read as a standalone, but it is highly recommended that you read Beneath Your Beautiful to enhance your enjoyment of this book. Due to mature language and adult situations, this book is not recommended for readers under the age of 17.*
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âYouâre the strongest person I know,â he murmured. âBrody has no idea what he lost when he left you here.â
âYou think too much of me, Jeff.â I was unworthy of this man and he didnât even know it. His body moved closer and when I looked up, our faces were merely inches apart. I waited for my heart to race and thump wildly in my chest. It never happened and I tried to reason that it didnât matter. But I was lying. I wanted someone who could get my pulse running wild likeâ¦
âI think youâre beautiful and kind, and stronger than you give yourself credit for,â he inched closer and my breath hitched, âand I think I want to kiss you.â
My heart stopped and my brain switched off. It had been so long since I experienced the feel of a mans lips on mine.
âOkay,â I breathed. I closed my eyes and held my breath, waiting to feel Jeffâs lips against my own.
Just then, the shrill sound of Jeffâs phone ringing pierced the air and we froze. I opened my eyes.
âDammit,â Jeff muttered, making me smile.
âYouâd better get that,â I replied quietly. âYour brother probably thinks I kidnapped you.â
âIâd be a willing captive, Red.â
My heart stuttered back into a steady rhythm and Jeff kissed my forehead before pulling out his phone to answer it. I hopped off the lounger and took the empty wine glass and beer bottle inside. I stood at the basin, rinsing my wine glass when I saw a shadow standing on the sidewalk. I squinted into the darkness, feeling a familiar chill settle over my skin. A car drove past, illuminating the lone figure. Brody. I stilled, locking eyes with the man who put my life back together only to rip it all up. My heart raced, making my body thrum. I hadnât felt that when Jeff touched me, or even when he kissed me. No. This feeling my body reserved for only one person.
Brodyâs mouth crushed mine and while my brain shouted at me to stop, my body responded the only way it ever would when it came to Brody. His tongue traced the seam of my lips and I opened up for him, allowing him to explore the contours of my mouth. His hand came to rest at my nape, while the other cupped my hip and pulled me closer to him. What we were doing was wrong, but I couldnât rationalize it that way when my heart believed it was right.
Everything else around me disappeared as my blood started humming in my veins, making me feel feverish. Brody moaned into my mouth and in that moment it felt as if he was breathing life into me. I inhaled, swallowing his scent greedily, silently begging for more. But I knew more with Brody would never be enough. Iâd learned that very early on. I had no doubt that his kiss alone made my panties wet and slick with desire. My breasts grew heavy and tender, aching for his touch. It had been so long and my body knew it. I experienced a total loss of control around Brody, which only made stopping that much harder. It was when his lips left a hot, moist trail down my neck that reality came crashing down. What was I doing? I pulled away, breathless with swollen lips.