I’ve done pretty damn well in hiding my feelings for her over the years, but having Meghan under the same roof as me, and only feet from my bed makes it hard to control myself.
The truth is when it comes to Meghan I don’t want to practice self-control. I love her.
I’ve known him nearly my whole life. He’s arrogant, gets under my skin, but is gorgeous and caring, too. And as much as I want to say it doesn’t affect me, that Brendan doesn’t affect me I’d be lying.
The truth is I love him, and I don’t know if that’ll end up destroying me.
She needed a place to stay, and now she’s got a roommate … me. But I’m about to show her that I want more than a friendly arrangement.
I’ve never been good at sharing, and when it comes to her, she’s mine.
I’m pretty hooked on this series. I love how all the men in this series go all cave man on the women they want or love.
This book was had it all! Dirty talk, hot sex, alpha male, and virgins! LOL
Brendan and Meghan were step siblings. Their parents married each other when they both were in high school. The marriage didn’t last long but it was enough time for both Brendan and Meghan to develop deep feelings for each other.
As the years go on by. And both Meghan and Brendan go their separate ways only talking by phone and text. Meghan falls on hard times and asked Brendan if she could move in with him until she gets on her feet.
Well… that’s where things start moving along! Both Brendan and Meghan have to keep their feelings in check. They both don’t want to ruin their friendship if the other doesn’t feel the same way.
The sex scene was pretty hot. But wish there’s was a little less taking during the act. And I wished we would have gotten there a little sooner. It took a while to get to that point.
This book was pretty good. I only wished that it moved along a little faster than it did. I would have liked a little more sex scenes then what we got in this book.
*ARC provided for an honest review*
I wanted to be the one for her always.
Is that your excuse for checking up on her, for driving to her school to make sure she was okay, that she seemed happy? Is that your excuse for pretty much fucking stalking her?
I wasn’t stalking her, or at least I told myself that. I was making sure she was okay. But fuck, admitting that to her felt so dirty, like I was this damn creep.
I just love her.
Said every fucking weirdo on the planet that watched the girl they loved.
God, I could have laughed at my own inner ramblings.
“Thank you again.”
I shook my head. “You know I’d do anything for you.”
This look of gratitude crossed Meghan’s face, and I knew tonight would most definitely be a drunk kind of one.
“I have a bottle of whiskey with our names on it.”
But she was here now, and I was going to use this opportunity to show her I’d grown the hell up and could make her happy.
But only with me. I only wanted her to be happy with me. Selfish or not, that was the reality.
That means telling her you scared off that asshole that had been hitting on her six months ago at school. That means you’ll have to come clean about why you were there and why you gave a shit if she dated someone.
I was going to make her mine, no matter what.