Boarded Hearts (Seattle Scorpions, #1)

by Ruth Stilling

Fuck me. She’s stunning. She’s the sort of stunning only the most talented artists can create, and it’s right there and then, I know I’m totally fucked.

“Wait, you know someone who’s been with him?” She eyes me over the rim of her glass. “Not exactly, no. But there are plenty of women who have, and they say he goes all night.”

Weightlifting is dangerous. It’s especially dangerous when you pay absolutely no attention to what you’re doing. I’m benching one hundred and seventy pounds while staring at the finest ass I’ve ever seen.

here I am, a mess, running on zero sleep, and a desperate man. It’s not lost on me how gone I am for this woman I barely know. But I am, and I can’t stop thinking about her.

“You think I’m just going to fall at your feet like every other woman before me?” He shakes his head gently, a tender smile tracing his lips. “No, Angel. That’s my job.” Jon’s lips crash to mine.

Jon Morgan exudes sex. When I say sex, I don’t mean the thank you very much that was a lovely night kind of sex. Oh no. I mean passionate, all-night-long, rail you into the mattress until you see stars and then rail you some more sex.

I’ve kissed many women in my lifetime, but none have ever made me feel the way I do with her. It feels so easy and natural with Felicity, yet she seems determined to deny what I know she feels, too, and it’s frustrating the shit out of me.

How can the woman who sees me as no more than an unreliable playboy be the source of my turmoil yet my antidote all at the same time?

“I-I. Fuck, Felicity. You are…you’re something else. Where the fuck have you been?” “Just here and there, I guess.” “In my fucking dreams more like.”

“I’m going all in here, Felicity. I don’t know if it’s going to backfire and crush me, but I have to try. I need to try with you.”