Consider Me (Playing For Keeps, #1)

by Becka Mack

“Has anyone ever been able to tell you no?” she asks on a whisper. My chest puffs with pride. “Never.” A wide grin blooms on her face. “Well, I guess there’s a first time for everything.” My forehead crumples as I blink down at her, her hand slipping from mine as she steps out of reach. “What?” “Enjoy the rest of your night,” she calls over her shoulder before she squeezes through the crowd, disappearing. Well, fuck me sideways. I don’t like this.

I genuinely care about her and want to spend time with her, but I would also throw myself at her feet if it meant she’d let me destroy her body, because I want to absolutely wreck her. I mean that in the most respectful way possible, of course.

I’m not a one-night stand girl; I’ve already said that. For me, sex comes after feelings. I might have failed to mention that I rarely catch feelings. It’s a blessing or a curse; I haven’t decided yet. I look for a real connection and those are hard to come by. It also means that in my twenty-five years I’ve only had sex with two men, quite the contrast from Carter’s list.

while it’s important to be able to be happy on your own, having another person to amplify that happiness, to share it with along with all the other special moments, that’s what life’s all about. That’s where it really starts to get fun.”

“What if I fall in love with you?” “Then I’ll fall with you, too, Ollie girl.”

“How do you want to trust me tonight?” Something mischievous dances in her dark eyes. “Blindly.” Fucking shit, I’m dead. Gone, deceased, six feet under. What the fucking fuck? Is this the result of her reading smutty books? Because o-fucking-kay, I’ll buy her the whole damn romance section and turn a room into a library for her.