“I like it when you call me Griffin.” His gaze settled on my mouth, and my heart sped up. I recognized that look in his eyes. It was the exact same look he’d had before he’d kissed me in Vegas. It might have been seven years ago, but when a man looks at your lips like he wants to explore every inch of them without stopping for air, you don’t forget it.
Before I had the chance to say something smart in response, he leaned in, his large frame crowding mine.
My traitorous eyelids fluttered shut. I willed them to open, but they refused to obey.
There was less than a moment’s hesitation, and then his lips were brushing mine.
If he’d had any reservations for that split second before our mouths met, they were nowhere to be found now. His hand fisted my hair, his fingertips on my scalp eliciting a moan that came from somewhere deep within me.
When his tongue licked at the seam of my lips asking for entrance, there was no question of whether I should let him in or not. They parted, and our mouths moved in rhythm with each other’s, his lips urging and persuading my own to follow suit.
And they did.
I was lost in the smell of him wrapped around me; the earthy scent that was all Griff combined with the heady feel of his hands in my hair caused every nerve ending in my body to come alive.
I moaned again as his hands traveled down my neck, his body pressing close into mine.
There were kisses, and then there was this.
This wasn’t a kiss, but a total melting of one body into another, and for a fleeting moment, I wanted to drown in the way it felt to have this man worshipping my mouth, his hands desperate to touch more of me but content to take what he could get in a hotel lounge.
Our night together in Vegas had been electric, full of lust and desire, but this was something different entirely. This was magnetic, like we were being pulled together by some unseen force that we were both powerless to stop.
And it was that realization that caused me to pull away and gasp for a breath that I didn’t really want.
What I wanted was Griff’s mouth.
His lips on mine.
On my neck.
On my breasts.
Every fucking where.
I couldn’t pull my eyes open to face the man who was supposed to be just a friend, so I gripped the edge of the bar, my chest heaving as I asked, “What was that?”
What happens in Vegas, doesn’t always stay in Vegas. When Brooke and her best friend Mel head to Vegas to celebrate Mel’s 30th birthday, they are there to have a great time. On their last night in town Mel insists that the two find men to help them end their trip with a bang (pun intended…ha). When Brooke meets Griffin the sparks fly instantly and there is no turning back. After she sneaks out of Griff’s room, she heads back to Atlanta with something that neither her nor Griff imagined he would leave behind. Fast forward seven years and the Griffin and Brooke are making it work. They are good friends and they are great parents to their daughter. After some teasing from some of Griffin’s friends he realizes that he needs Brooke in his life as more than just a friend. As the two try and navigate their way through life, a wrench is thrown in that puts everything into even great perspective.
This is the first book I’ve read by A.S. Teague and it did not disappoint. The chemistry not only between Griff and Brooke, but Mel and Aiden as secondary characters made this book a quick and fun read. This is definitely a page turner. I also appreciate that this book touches on different topics that you wouldn’t necessarily think would happen in a rom com. There are so many funny parts to this book, but there are also some parts that just tear your heart up! This was simply fantastic and I do hope that A.S Teague gives us more from all of these characters!
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About A.S. Teague
A.S. Teague enjoys the warmth of South Carolina with her husband and two daughters. The stereotypes about peach cobbler and sweet tea are not overstated. After years in the medical field, she is now enjoying every minute of being a stay-at-home mom. She loves wine, the beach, wine on the beach, and crying at Disney movies. When she doesn’t have a book in her hand, she can be found pestering her husband with pictures of animals she wants to rescue, as well as debating whether to exercise or take a nap.
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