Bowser releases on July 8th!
To hold you over until then, check out this teaser from the book!
I closed my eyes and forced the tears to stay at bay as Hope scooted her chair closer to me.
“Did anyone get out of that fire, Bowser?”
I sniffled. “No one except me.”
Her arms draped around me as she straddled my lap. She sat against my thighs with the warmth of her body and the tears fell anyway. She held me close. My arms cloaked her back as I pulled her against my chest. With her lips peppering soft kisses on top of my head, I cried into her breasts. Into the comforting bosom of a woman that had opened up a part of me I thought was lost in that fire. I clung to her clothes, my body trembling as her hands slid up and down my back. She whispered sweet nothings into my ear, trying to get me to calm down.
The memory ate me alive every single fucking day of my life, though.
“It wasn’t your fault,” Hope whispered.
I sniffled. “I could have saved them. Had I left that church meeting instead of—”
She cupped my cheeks and raised my watery eyes to hers.
“It’s not. Your. Fault. Do you hear me?”
I swallowed hard. “Doesn’t feel like it.”
She sighed. “That’s why you don’t sleep, isn’t it?”
“They call it ‘trauma-induced insomnia.’ It’s a fancy way of saying ‘I’d rather stay the fuck up instead of have nightmares every night.’”
“Oh, Bowser.”
I gazed into her serene brown eyes and felt myself getting lost in them. They were swirled with soft strokes of dark green that reminded me of the forest expanse around this cabin at nighttime. I felt her breath against my lips. Teasing me. Taunting me. And when I felt her nose brush against my own, I couldn't hold back any longer.
“I promise you I’ve held back as much as possible,” I whispered.
Then, I captured her lips.
My hands splayed against the small of her back when she froze. I didn't want to pressure her, but I sure as hell didn’t want it to end. I held my ground. I soaked up her warmth. I waited for her to make the next move, whether she leaned into me or pulled away.
And the second her pelvis tilted toward me; my tongue invaded her mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned.
My arms cloaked her back as my tongue slid across the roof of her mouth. Everything inside me burst to life, raising my cock to attention. For weeks, I’d wanted to know what this woman tasted like. For weeks, I’d wanted to feel her against my body. For weeks, I’d wanted nothing but to run my fingertips against her bare skin and kiss every crevice of her body.
And now, I had that chance.
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