8 Brand-New Romance Authors. Avril Tremayne

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      She had never known such desperation, such need.

      Josh pushed her back onto the couch, moving with her. He deepened the kiss as he positioned himself on top of her. Instinct drove her to wrap her legs around him, tightening the connection until space no longer existed between them.

      One hand remained entwined in his hair while the other drifted down his back. The muscles rippled underneath the cotton of his T-shirt as her fingers grazed down his spine. Her hand slipped beneath the cotton to touch the heated skin of his torso. Her greedy fingers roamed to his front and moved slowly, tortuously over him. The animal-like sound he emitted further ignited her arousal.

      Alarms went off in Micah’s head, but she ignored them. Instead she grabbed hold of the shirt and yanked it up. She needed it gone. Now. He obliged, pulling away from her only long enough to take it off.

      The shock of feeling skin on skin forced her to look down. In the midst of her desire, she was unaware that he had unbuttoned her top and pushed it aside.

      The alarm sounded again, piercing through the fog. She couldn’t stop even if she wanted to.

      His large masculine hands moved over her—

      “Micah!”

      She bolted upright at the sound of Sabina’s shrill voice.

      “Turn that stupid alarm clock off and get up! You’ve got your interview in an hour!” Sabina yelled from the other room.

      Micah’s gaze took in the sheets tangled around her ankles, her comforter discarded on the floor beside her bed.

      She put a hand to her chest, feeling the rapid beating of her heart. That was some dream!

      “Micah!”

      “I hear you! Jeez! I’m up.”

      Micah jumped in the shower before Sabina could get a look at her. She knew one look would be enough for Sabina. She would know something was up and then be on her case, demanding details.

      The cold water was a shock to her still feverish skin. Goose bumps puckered on her flesh as she forced herself to withstand the punishment for just a moment longer before turning the dial in the opposite direction.

      She showered quickly and readied herself for the interview. She needed to focus if she had any hope of making it through this day. And she really needed this interview to go smoothly.

      Donning the navy suit Hanna had let her borrow, she studied her reflection in the mirror. For some strange reason she expected to see it written on her face for the world to see that she had had another steamy dream about Josh last night. She was shocked when she didn’t see it staring back at her in the mirror. Though her cheeks were still a vibrant shade of pink. It looked good on her.

      “My, my. Don’t you look nice.” Sabina gave her a once-over when she entered the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee.

      “I try.”

      “Did you have a rough night last night? Your alarm clock was going off for twenty minutes this morning. Drove me crazy.”

      Heat filled her cheeks. “Sorry.”

      Sabina’s eyes widened before a slow smile formed on her face. She looked like a cat who ate the canary. “You had another steamy dreamy!”

      “Oh, my gosh. We are not talking about this.”

      “Oh, yes, we are. Sit back down. I need details. Who was it about this time? Ooh, ooh! That tall drink of water that Hanna introduced you to!”

      “No. And FYI, no one says tall drink of water anymore.”

      Sabina waved a dismissive hand. “He was tall and hot. Who cares what you call him, just make sure you, you know, call him.”

      Micah stirred some creamer into her coffee and took a tentative sip, not wanting to burn her tongue.

      “So who was it? Did you meet someone else last night?”

      “No. And I’m not telling you a thing. Last time I told you about a dream, you went and blabbed about it. Can’t trust you with anything.”

      “Wow, that was harsh.”

      “I’ve got to go. Can’t be late for the interview.”

      “I’ll wear you down. You’ll break eventually. Mark my words.”

      Micah ignored her and reached for her purse.

      “Good luck, bestie!”

      * * *

      Her interview was a success. Of course, there was the standard waiting period before they would call and offer the job, but she was almost positive they would.

      She felt as if she was floating as she walked out of the building and onto the busy streets of Boston. With her current cheery mood, going home sounded like the worst idea ever, so she made an impulsive decision.

      It was scary going alone, but in spite of the fear and lack of best friend, she found herself in a parlor chair in the corner of a cramped tattoo shop. This was something she needed to do on her own, anyway. It symbolized the next phase in her life, and that required more independence.

      The pristine navy suit she wore stuck out like a sore thumb in the little shop, and she was getting a few odd looks from the random patron or artist.

      A man stood and called her name. It was time. She shucked the suit jacket and sat down in the chair, telling him exactly what she wanted.

      The tattoo artist leaned heavily on her as he concentrated on getting the template in the right place. The room had a vague antiseptic scent mixed with cigarettes. The smell had a negative effect on her, causing her stomach to churn.

      When he started tattooing the ink on her skin, she closed her eyes and focused on the music playing overhead and the hum of the machine next to her. She knew it would hurt, but she wanted this. Once she made up her mind, nothing was going to stop her, even if she had to do it alone. So she chose the small heart design and ignored the pain.

      “We get a lot of requests for hearts,” the artist said as he concentrated on getting the thin lines just right. “But this is the first one I’ve done like this. It’s kind of different. I like it. Does it have a special meaning to you?”

      “Yes. It does.” She didn’t want to explain it, so she kept it at that. He seemed to accept it as a sufficient answer, because he just nodded and kept working. It didn’t take long at all. She was surprised at how quick he was.

      Micah peered over her shoulder into the mirror to see her fresh ink. There on her left shoulder was the tiny heart that she had chosen. Looking at its dainty lines, she knew she had made the right choice. At least this way part of his heart would always be with her.

      It was perfect.

      * * *

      Taylor must have sensed that he wasn’t as into her as she was into him. After he’d handed her her drink СКАЧАТЬ