Going Down on One Knee (Mile High Matched, #1)

by Christina Hovland

“Having sex on the back of a motorcycle is impossible.” She was nearly certain. His smirk scared the living snot out of her. “Wanna bet?”

“Breckenridge Montgomery, where are your pants?” His mother admonished as she walked in the room.

Velma agreed with Brek. Serial killer status was good information to have on a potential match.

A lavender-scented bubble bath and perhaps a lobotomy were on the agenda for the night—something to help her get over her unhealthy infatuation with her roommate and back into her search for the future.

Apparently, she was powerless against needy bikers with Nutella.

True, generally the skirts chased him. Velma, however, was not a typical skirt. She was a lady.

This gives me the ick

“You’re trying to control things that are out of your control instead of embracing what can be.”

“She’s gonna do it,” Heather whispered. “Our baby girl is all grown up.”

“Relax,” he whispered. How could she relax when his body did things to hers that should be illegal in forty-eight states?

“You let me into your world, and for once, I didn’t want to leave. I always want to leave, V. Always.” His mouth found hers, gently nipping her bottom lip. “’Til you.”

His dick was so confused. Then again, so was he.

He ran a fingertip under her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his. “If people can’t appreciate all you bring to the table, they don’t deserve to be in your life.”

Brek had never been an idiot, but who had their eyes closed this time?

Brek blinked quickly and snagged the report. “You showed the guy who wants in your pants a spreadsheet that details how many times I’ve made you come?” Velma drew little circles on the bar with her fingertip, and a sly smile touched her lips. “I don’t think he’ll bother either of us anymore.”