Title: Rushing In
Series: The Blackhawk Boys #2
Author: Lexi Ryan
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: August 30, 2016
Blurb
The favor seemed simple: Keep my new
stepsister out of trouble for one summer.
I’ve never met Grace Lee, but Mom tells
me she’s a quiet and artsy college student with a troubled past. When I
agreed to let her stay with me, I thought it was no big deal. I expected
to share my apartment with a sullen girl who’d spend hours locked in her room.
I didn’t expect a walking fantasy
determined to make me lose my cool.
I didn’t expect a woman with secrets so
dark, so deep, I’d throw away everything if it would save her from the past.
Rushing in to do this favor is
turning my life upside down—and not just because Grace needs her ass
spanked. Keep her out of trouble? Grace is the trouble.
And I want in.
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Excerpt
Rushing
In Excerpt © 2016 by Lexi Ryan
Chris arches a brow and skims his
gaze over my body—correction, my dress and Chucks. “You’re gonna go
hiking in that?”
I shrug. “It’s not like it’s
full-length and gonna get tangled around my legs or anything.”
His gaze drifts down my body again,
this time landing on the thigh visible beneath the hem of my dress. “It’s
certainly not,” he mumbles, and the way he says it has my cheeks burning and me
reaching for my water.
So
damn thirsty.
We finish packing up our lunch
together, and after we put the cooler back in the car, I grab the park pamphlet
out of the front seat. “Come on,” I say, nodding in the direction of the
outlook. “It’s my turn to be in charge.”
The park is beautiful, but as soon
as we enter the woods and I see the overlook, my breath catches. From here, we
have a view of the ravine below and the creek rushing through the bottom. Mossy
rock faces make up the ravine walls, and trees protrude from them. It’s
possibly the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I head past the overlook and take
the stairs down into the ravine. It’s shady back here and feels ten degrees
cooler than our picnic table in the sun.
At the bottom of the stairs, the
trail splits in three directions, and when I follow the sign with the three,
Chris puts his hand on my arm. “Hey, this one has ladders.”
I arch a brow and drop my gaze to
my shoes. “I can handle it.”
Something passes over his face I
don’t understand, and then he sighs and nods. “Okay, but I’m climbing the
ladders behind you. If any creep is going to be looking up your dress today,
it’s gonna be me.”
My cheeks heat, and my brain
instantly diagrams his words and starts analyzing the nuance of each. Just
comedy or more? Stupid brain. “Fair
enough.”
He mutters something that sounds
like “Dreams really do come true,” but I can’t be sure.
The trail leads down into the
ravine and along the creek bed. It’s so much cooler down here, and I love the
sound of the creek rock crunching under my feet as we walk along.
By the time we come upon the first
ladder, there’s no one else around.
“Ladies first,” he says, gesturing
toward the ladder.
“Pervert,” I mutter, but I move
forward and begin my climb. The rungs are coated in mud, and when I’m halfway
up, one foot slips and suddenly Chris’s hands are there, holding me steady, his
hands strong and warm against the backs of my legs.
My breath catches, and I force
myself to breathe and find my footing. The feel of his hands against my skin
causes something to swirl hot and tight low in my belly.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice
as thick as the forest beyond the trail.
I’m not okay. I’m afraid to move.
Afraid not to move. Trapped by a fear that has nothing to do with a slippery
ladder and everything to do with falling.
Then, slowly, his thumbs begin to
slide over my skin. His hands inch up my thighs until his fingertips skim the
bottom edge of my underwear and slip under to trace the bottom curve of my ass.
I cannot breathe.
I force myself to turn my head and
look down at him. His jaw is set tight, a picture of self-control, but when his
eyes meet mine, his face relaxes and he shoots me a boyish grin. I attempt my
best poker face. “Are you copping a feel, Christopher Montgomery?”
His grin goes wide, putting his
dimples on full display. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, his
Southern accent drawing out his words. “I’m just trying to perform a necessary
rescue mission.”
“Do I look like I need rescuing?” I
ask. Under the lace edge of my panties, his thumb strokes again, a long, slow
motion that makes me want to close my eyes and moan. I resist and hold his
gaze.
“Who said you’re the one I’m
rescuing? Maybe I’m trying to save myself.” He drops his hands and grabs a hold
of the sides of the ladder, then he climbs up behind me so his body is pressed
against mine, my back to his front. His mouth hovers above my ear, his breath
hot and uneven. “Because I swear if I have to go much longer without touching
you, I’m going to implode.”
His lips skim my earlobe, and my
eyes float closed. My brain has no room for sight when it’s overloaded with
sensations. His lips on my ear. His hard chest against my back. His breath
against my neck. “I need to know, Grace.”
I open my eyes and swallow hard. I
don’t want to talk. Not right now. I’m too afraid I’ll ruin this moment with my
choppy stutter. “What?”
“I need to know . . .” He leans his
forehead against my shoulder, and I watch his knuckles turn white as he
tightens his grip on the side of the ladder.
On the ground beneath us, someone
clears his throat. “You two heading up or down?”
Chris mutters a curse and takes a
step down so I have the freedom to move. I scramble up the ladder with him
behind me. When we reach the top, I can’t look at him.
“Sorry about that,” he calls to the
people below, then he grabs my wrist and pulls me off to the right toward a
rocky alcove just off the trail. A wooden sign tells me this is “The Devil’s
Ice Box,” and beyond the sign, a thin waterfall drizzles into a pool of
crystal-clear water. Chris leads the way, following the rocky edge around to the
backside of this semi-secluded space and stopping by the waterfall. I pass him,
feigning interest in the rocks and water so I don’t have to meet his eyes.
There’s a cavern behind the waterfall, a haven from the falling water.
“I have to know,” Chris says, his
words nearly drowned out by the falling water. “Is it just me? Everything I
feel when you’re close to me? Tell me you feel it too.”
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About Lexi Ryan
New
York Times and USA Today bestselling author of emotional romance that sizzles,
Lexi enjoys reading, sunshine, a good glass of wine, and rare trips to the
beach.
Lexi
lives in Indiana with her husband, two children, and neurotic dog. You can find
her at her website: lexiryan.com
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