Title: Love's Riff (Rebellious Youth Book #1)
Author: Jenny Siegel
Genre: Contemporary Romance
~ Synopsis ~
Most girls deal with a bad break-up with a pamper session and a shopping trip. Not nineteen-year old Taylor Devlin. With her confidence at an all time low, she immerses herself in music. It isn't just something she's good at, it's in her blood.
So when her best friend convinces her to audition for an up and coming band, Rebellious Youth, she figures she has nothing left to lose. Only she didn't plan on catching the eye of sexy-as-sin lead guitarist Cal Jensen. Taylor knows all about bad boy rockers and has absolutely no intention of going there, again. Even if Cal Does make her feel alive, in the same way getting lost in a riff does. But it's hard to move past her own insecurities, and Taylor isn't sure if she's ready to let Cal prove that not all rockers are heartbreakers.
She knows music can heal her heart, but what if only Cal can make her whole?
So when her best friend convinces her to audition for an up and coming band, Rebellious Youth, she figures she has nothing left to lose. Only she didn't plan on catching the eye of sexy-as-sin lead guitarist Cal Jensen. Taylor knows all about bad boy rockers and has absolutely no intention of going there, again. Even if Cal Does make her feel alive, in the same way getting lost in a riff does. But it's hard to move past her own insecurities, and Taylor isn't sure if she's ready to let Cal prove that not all rockers are heartbreakers.
She knows music can heal her heart, but what if only Cal can make her whole?
~~ Excerpt ~~
Cal pushes my hoody off my shoulders
and I struggle out of it. I shiver, not from the cold but from his fingers
running down my arm and his lips kissing up to my jaw line.
“Taylor.” His husky voice forces me to turn to him. His eyes glint in the streetlight as his hands gently cup my face, holding me there, eyes searching mine. Is he waiting for me to tell him to stop? But I don’t want him to stop, so I lean forward, my hands rest on his thighs and press my lips to his. I don’t know who is more surprised at my boldness, especially when my tongue slips past his lips and into his mouth. Cal’s hand cups the back of my head, tilting it so his tongue can explore mine.
Our heavy breathing is amplified as our kiss deepens and Cal’s free hand slides down my body, over the curve of my breast and disappears under my tank top. My breath hitches as his fingers brush against my skin before he cups my breast in his hand. Then he pauses, as if checking that I’m okay with this. And I am. My god I am. No flinching or feelings of revulsion, if anything I want more. My hands move up his muscular thighs and because I am only able to focus on what his thumb is doing to my nipple they keep moving until I brush against the erection filling his jeans. Cal groans, his tongue and thumb falters in their rhythm.
The material of my bra is pulled away and his hands push my tank top up my body. Cal dips his head and his hot mouth closes round my puckered nipple, his tongue teasing me with long flicks. The pulse between my legs pounds furiously and the ache becomes so intense it’s uncomfortable. Biting on my lip I try to stifle the moan that is building inside me but I fail miserably.
Cal pulls back and rests his forehead against mine. My lips tingle from our kisses and I press them together.
“I should be apologizing but I won’t. I have wanted
“Taylor.” His husky voice forces me to turn to him. His eyes glint in the streetlight as his hands gently cup my face, holding me there, eyes searching mine. Is he waiting for me to tell him to stop? But I don’t want him to stop, so I lean forward, my hands rest on his thighs and press my lips to his. I don’t know who is more surprised at my boldness, especially when my tongue slips past his lips and into his mouth. Cal’s hand cups the back of my head, tilting it so his tongue can explore mine.
Our heavy breathing is amplified as our kiss deepens and Cal’s free hand slides down my body, over the curve of my breast and disappears under my tank top. My breath hitches as his fingers brush against my skin before he cups my breast in his hand. Then he pauses, as if checking that I’m okay with this. And I am. My god I am. No flinching or feelings of revulsion, if anything I want more. My hands move up his muscular thighs and because I am only able to focus on what his thumb is doing to my nipple they keep moving until I brush against the erection filling his jeans. Cal groans, his tongue and thumb falters in their rhythm.
The material of my bra is pulled away and his hands push my tank top up my body. Cal dips his head and his hot mouth closes round my puckered nipple, his tongue teasing me with long flicks. The pulse between my legs pounds furiously and the ache becomes so intense it’s uncomfortable. Biting on my lip I try to stifle the moan that is building inside me but I fail miserably.
Cal pulls back and rests his forehead against mine. My lips tingle from our kisses and I press them together.
“I should be apologizing but I won’t. I have wanted
to do that since Saturday night.”
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