#1 Crush
by Kaia Bennett
Publication Date: December 2014
Also in this series: #1 Crush
Genres: Contemporary, Erotica, Romance
About the book
Nicole
Langley’s #1 Crush has always been Gabriel Roberts, but settling for being a
friendly acquaintance has had to be enough. Gabriel has always seen Nicole as
his good friend’s very pretty, but extremely off limits baby sister. Then a hot
summer day and an even hotter discovery pushes them over the lines of
friendship, over the lines of unrequited desire, and into each other's arms.
Will they indulge and move on? Or will this crush turn into something more,
something deeper? Something that leaves loose ends begging to be tied…
EXCERPT
Gabriel's
room.
She paused, peeking through the slightly closed
door to the bed within. She had been in there once or twice when Gabriel had a
new CD for her to download, or a book he’d recommended she read. He’d moved in
a little over a year ago when Jackie and her boyfriend Ian had to get rid of
their last roommate, who had almost set the couch on fire when he’d invited his
loser friends over to get high. That guy had been crass, sloppy, and late on
the rent more than a few times. Gabriel was none of those things. He had a
relatively decent job at an employment recruiting firm while he saved up money
to play music full time and get his own place. He tried to keep his messes
inside his space, though he wasn't usually around much to make any. And if he
did smoke, he had yet to set anything on fire.
He put all the guys she dated to shame and served
as the image she used to relieve sexual tension more times than she could
count. In her mind he was tender and sweet, touching her skin reverently,
laying gentle kisses all over her body. He would take his time making her wet,
unlike the last asshole she had gone out with who thought a few licks and a dry
finger was all that was required before he could stick it in. Gabriel would know
better, would ask her if she was ready and then ease himself in carefully. He
would tell her he had been waiting so long for this moment as he stroked her
into a frenzy, making her come over and over again with the power of his strong
body and gentle words.
Just the thought of it made her body shiver, and
before she knew it she was pushing open the door and stepping inside his
personal space. Her body hummed just thinking about how he slept in that bed,
the sheets rumpled and unmade from when he woke earlier that morning. She
thought of the glimpse she caught of him when he came out of the shower. Those
tattoos stood out red and black against the sides of his v-shaped torso, the
towel riding low on his narrow hips.
Thank goodness he had been oblivious to the pair
of brown eyes surveying him from over the edge of the couch.
Now she was standing where he had been when he
closed that door. She let her hand run over the dresser as she walked quietly
inside, her fingers tapping over his brush, his comb, the deodorant he used.
She picked up the bottle of cologne he used and opened it, breathing in the
intoxicating scent.
She put the cap back on, careful to place the
bottle back where it belonged, and surveyed the rest of the room. Beside the
dresser was a pretty nice entertainment center, and on the other side of that
was his bookshelf. She had nearly creamed her panties when she found out it
wasn't just for show, that he did in fact read when he got the chance, and that
they shared similar taste in books. A ridiculously huge rack of CDs and his
propped up guitar filled the far corner of the room. The walls were lined with
posters of his favorite musicians, as well as mementos from shows he and his
band played.
Below those posters was the bed, which was simple.
It had metal rungs for the headboard with white sheets and a steel grey
comforter. She could still see the indent of his body in the mattress, the
curve in the center of the pillow where he rested his head each night. On
either side of the bed were small tables with a few drawers each, where
pictures of his family and friends rested. She was tempted to open up those
drawers and see what he kept in them, but she resisted. She didn't intend to go
snooping through his things. All she wanted to do was be in his space, to see
the side of him she wasn't usually allowed to see, at least not for long
periods of time. Instead she swept her hands over the sheets, letting her legs
brush against them where they drooped to the floor.
Nicole wondered as she brought her knee up onto
the bed what it must be like to be a girl in this bed with him. Did he sleep
with a lot of girls? She knew of at least one girl when he first moved in, his
ex-girlfriend Marta. At the time she asked herself what the fuck kind of name was
Marta? In this case, it was the type of name a gorgeous half-Indian,
half-Spanish girl would have, the kind with long dark hair, golden,
almond-shaped eyes and a tall, lithe frame with curves in the all the right
places. Her skin was rich toffee compared to Nicole's milk chocolate with red
undertones, her height and build making Nicole feel like an overly curvy dwarf,
even if she was average in terms of height, and her curves were welcomed by
plenty.
What kind of girl did he sleep with now that his
ex, Marta, was out of the picture? Nicole only got to visit her sister
occasionally during breaks from school, so she never got to see exactly what
kind of girl besides Marta could make Gabriel take a second look.
She brought her other knee onto the bed. Resting
on all fours, she pretended she was that girl, the one that he wanted. What
would it be like to have him lying in this bed next to her, his hips barely
covered by these sheets? She crawled closer to the center of the bed, smiling
seductively, pretending she was crawling toward a deliciously naked Gabriel
instead of the cold indent of his body, when her knee landed hard on something
tucked under the sheets. The sound of the TV turning on startled her, as did
the image that popped up on the screen. Her mouth dropped, her eyes widened…
EXCERPT
Gabriel's
room.
She paused, peeking through the slightly closed
door to the bed within. She had been in there once or twice when Gabriel had a
new CD for her to download, or a book he’d recommended she read. He’d moved in
a little over a year ago when Jackie and her boyfriend Ian had to get rid of
their last roommate, who had almost set the couch on fire when he’d invited his
loser friends over to get high. That guy had been crass, sloppy, and late on
the rent more than a few times. Gabriel was none of those things. He had a
relatively decent job at an employment recruiting firm while he saved up money
to play music full time and get his own place. He tried to keep his messes
inside his space, though he wasn't usually around much to make any. And if he
did smoke, he had yet to set anything on fire.
He put all the guys she dated to shame and served
as the image she used to relieve sexual tension more times than she could
count. In her mind he was tender and sweet, touching her skin reverently,
laying gentle kisses all over her body. He would take his time making her wet,
unlike the last asshole she had gone out with who thought a few licks and a dry
finger was all that was required before he could stick it in. Gabriel would know
better, would ask her if she was ready and then ease himself in carefully. He
would tell her he had been waiting so long for this moment as he stroked her
into a frenzy, making her come over and over again with the power of his strong
body and gentle words.
Just the thought of it made her body shiver, and
before she knew it she was pushing open the door and stepping inside his
personal space. Her body hummed just thinking about how he slept in that bed,
the sheets rumpled and unmade from when he woke earlier that morning. She
thought of the glimpse she caught of him when he came out of the shower. Those
tattoos stood out red and black against the sides of his v-shaped torso, the
towel riding low on his narrow hips.
Thank goodness he had been oblivious to the pair
of brown eyes surveying him from over the edge of the couch.
Now she was standing where he had been when he
closed that door. She let her hand run over the dresser as she walked quietly
inside, her fingers tapping over his brush, his comb, the deodorant he used.
She picked up the bottle of cologne he used and opened it, breathing in the
intoxicating scent.
She put the cap back on, careful to place the
bottle back where it belonged, and surveyed the rest of the room. Beside the
dresser was a pretty nice entertainment center, and on the other side of that
was his bookshelf. She had nearly creamed her panties when she found out it
wasn't just for show, that he did in fact read when he got the chance, and that
they shared similar taste in books. A ridiculously huge rack of CDs and his
propped up guitar filled the far corner of the room. The walls were lined with
posters of his favorite musicians, as well as mementos from shows he and his
band played.
Below those posters was the bed, which was simple.
It had metal rungs for the headboard with white sheets and a steel grey
comforter. She could still see the indent of his body in the mattress, the
curve in the center of the pillow where he rested his head each night. On
either side of the bed were small tables with a few drawers each, where
pictures of his family and friends rested. She was tempted to open up those
drawers and see what he kept in them, but she resisted. She didn't intend to go
snooping through his things. All she wanted to do was be in his space, to see
the side of him she wasn't usually allowed to see, at least not for long
periods of time. Instead she swept her hands over the sheets, letting her legs
brush against them where they drooped to the floor.
Nicole wondered as she brought her knee up onto
the bed what it must be like to be a girl in this bed with him. Did he sleep
with a lot of girls? She knew of at least one girl when he first moved in, his
ex-girlfriend Marta. At the time she asked herself what the fuck kind of name was
Marta? In this case, it was the type of name a gorgeous half-Indian,
half-Spanish girl would have, the kind with long dark hair, golden,
almond-shaped eyes and a tall, lithe frame with curves in the all the right
places. Her skin was rich toffee compared to Nicole's milk chocolate with red
undertones, her height and build making Nicole feel like an overly curvy dwarf,
even if she was average in terms of height, and her curves were welcomed by
plenty.
What kind of girl did he sleep with now that his
ex, Marta, was out of the picture? Nicole only got to visit her sister
occasionally during breaks from school, so she never got to see exactly what
kind of girl besides Marta could make Gabriel take a second look.
She brought her other knee onto the bed. Resting
on all fours, she pretended she was that girl, the one that he wanted. What
would it be like to have him lying in this bed next to her, his hips barely
covered by these sheets? She crawled closer to the center of the bed, smiling
seductively, pretending she was crawling toward a deliciously naked Gabriel
instead of the cold indent of his body, when her knee landed hard on something
tucked under the sheets. The sound of the TV turning on startled her, as did
the image that popped up on the screen. Her mouth dropped, her eyes widened…
About the Author
Kaia Bennett
is a native of New Jersey, a college graduate and U.S. Army veteran who loves
music, movies, astrology, tattoos, martial arts, animals and, of course, the
written word. She heard the siren call of the writer as a teenage girl, but
took her sweet time answering it until she had lived and loved enough to share
her work with the masses. She is an erotic author who loves to write stories
with diversity, depth, realism and viscerally hot encounters that flirt
shamelessly with the taboo. A lover of all genres and a voracious reader, she
aims to write stories that are transformative for her characters and readers
alike.
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