Before You Break (Between Breaths #2)by Christina Lee
Publisher: Intermix (Penguin)
Release Date: February 18th 2014
Synopsis:
A sexy, emotional New Adult romance about a bad boy on the edge and a good girl about to lose control…
The star catcher of the college baseball team isn't supposed to have skeletons in his closet. But Daniel Quinn is hiding a guilty past so dark he refuses to let anyone get close. Except there’s something about gorgeous, studious Ella Abrams that goes beyond the electric attraction between them—something that makes him want to open up.
Ella has suffered enough heartache and guilt to fill one of her psychology textbooks, but she keeps that part of herself hidden behind a bubbly exterior. Until she receives an anonymous call while working the suicide helpline and the voice on the other end touches something inside of her that she can’t ignore.
Soon Ella and Quinn’s physical connection heats up, even as their deep and revealing hotline talks intensify. But by the time Ella realizes that her seductive jock and her sensitive caller are the same guy, it might be too late to save him—or to stop herself from falling too far.
*A companion novel to ALL OF YOU
Before You Break
by Christina Lee
I
heard the screen door creak open at the top of the stairs, letting in a sliver
of sunlight. Ella came bounding down the steps wringing out her tank top, too
busy to notice me. She stood in front of the bathroom door and lifted her wet
shirt over her head. I saw the smooth skin of her back, her delicate neckline,
and how the baby hairs from her bun had gotten tangled in the knot of her black
bikini top.
All
I could think about was sliding my hand down the soft skin above her shorts, on
the small of her back. I stepped closer and cleared my throat so she’d know she
wasn’t alone.
She
turned toward me, eyes wide.
“My
bad,” I said, my voice coming out hoarse. “Sorry if I scared you.”
Her
tits looked fucking amazing in that bikini top and I couldn’t help my jaw from
hanging open as I tried to reign in my dirty thoughts.
She
stood stock-still as my eyes roamed over her body.
Like
she welcomed it. Wanted it. Needed it.
Her
breaths became harsher and when my eyes met hers, she held me there,
transfixed. I couldn’t have looked anywhere else even if I’d tried.
“You
always seem to catch me in some state of undress,” she mumbled.
I
moved nearer and noticed how water had beaded in her cleavage. I imagined my
tongue lapping up each drop and my hard-on strained against my zipper.
“I’m
not much better this time,” I said referring to my shirtless torso and wet
cutoffs.
Her
eyes skated over my shoulders, down my chest, to the front of my shorts. If she
hadn’t had a clue how much she’d affected me, she would now.
Gazes
pinned on each other, we both seemed to lose the ability to form coherent
sentences. I was close enough to draw her into my arms and kiss the hell out of
her, but I restrained myself.
The
air between us was charged. It was obvious and imposing. My knees quivered as
my urge to hold her amplified. To press my nose along her collarbone and taste
her skin.
Ella
was biting her lip so hard, I wondered if she’d draw blood.
Looking
into her bright-blue eyes, I noticed her dark and thick lashes, the pretty rose
color splashed across her cheeks, and the dainty hoop earrings she wore in her
ears.
Both
of our fists clenched tight, it was as if time stood still. Waiting on something
to happen. For one of us to make a move. For someone to walk in and spot us
huddled so closely together.
My
own breaths were broken and rough and all at once Ella squeezed her eyes closed
and inhaled sharply.
“Ella . . .”
I closed the distance between us and placed my fingers on her warm arm. “Are
you . . .”
I
didn’t even know what I was asking. I was lost in her earthy smell, her soft
skin beneath my touch, and her lips, moist because she had run her tongue
across them.
I
noticed how her nipples had pebbled beneath her swim top.
“Do
you want . . .” I skimmed my hand up her shoulder to the nape of
her neck and she shivered against my touch. She gazed into my eyes and took
firm breaths through her nose.
“Say
something, Ella,” I mumbled.
She
shook her head and then slid her fingers to my waist. Her hands felt like they
were on fire and my skin prickled like it might burst into flames.
The
anticipation of this moment coiled tight in my stomach as I glided my hip
against hers and pinned her to the wall. I was sure she could feel how aroused
I was through the thin material of my shorts.
A
moan tumbled from her mouth and her head fell back against the brick wall.
I
leaned forward and dragged my nose along her jawline, resisting the urge to
lick her skin. When I pulled back, the burning desire in her eyes was as
palpable as mine.
I
knew I shouldn’t take this any further. And I figured she knew it as well.
But
now I understood without question that she wanted me. And, fuck, I wanted her.
Mother, wife, reader, dreamer. Christina lives in the Midwest with her husband and son--her two favorite guys. She's addicted to lip gloss and salted caramel everything.
She believes in true love and kissing, so writing romance novels has become a dream job.
She also owns her own jewelry business, called Tags-n-Stones(dot com), where she hand-stamps meaningful words or letters onto silver for her customers.
She loves to hear from her readers. You can find her on her WEBSITE:www.christinalee.net. From there you can link to her Facebook and Twitter accounts.
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