Craving the Player (Amateurs in Love, #1)

by Hannah Cowan

If I had just let the past go and focused on the future I could have had with Sierra, none of this would have ever fucking happened. We would be on that plane together right now, her head on my shoulder, my arm slung around her. I wouldn’t be here, in the middle of the highway, banging my fists on the roof of a car and shouting like a maniac. She left thinking I thought so little of her. Thinking that she was just some woman I chose at a bar to keep my bed warm until I found something better. But there is nobody better for me than my little fighter. The woman with all the answers all the time, a witty sense of humour that keeps my heart thumping and my dick hard, and a drive for success that has me wanting to do and be better. She excites me, tortures me, and pisses me off like nobody I’ve ever met. We’re such opposites that to most people, we don’t look like we would work. But we do. We really do. Our chemistry is beyond anything that I’ve felt with anyone else. We fit together like we were made to do so, and just the thought of never having her in my arms again has my chest feeling so tight that every breath I take is like tiny razor blades tearing through my lungs.