Now that Willow Avery
is out of rehab, she's got one chance left to prove herself before she’s
officially on every producer’s shit list. At least, that's what her
parents and agent are claiming. She doesn't really give a damn if she
never makes another movie or not—she just wants to get on with her life,
get back to her friends, and find her next escape. But Willow is broke.
And whether she likes it or not, acting is the only job she knows how
to do.When she accepts the lead in a beach drama, Willow finds herself in Hawaii. And in Hawaii, she finds Cooper, the gorgeous surfer hired to train her for her new role. With the bluest eyes she’s ever seen and the sexiest Australian accent she’s ever heard, Cooper’s different from the men she’s used to. He doesn’t want to use her. And he refuses to let her fail. But when an old friend re-enters Willow’s life—a friend whose toxicity she’s been drawn to time and time before and whose presence brings about the painful memories she's tried so hard to suppress—Willow will have to choose between the girl she was and the person she’s becoming. The lifestyle that helps her forget the pain and the guy she’s falling hard for.
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“Do you want to hear something, Wills?” he asked in a low,
sexy whisper, his accent clipping every other word.
“No,” I said honestly. I just wanted him to kiss me until I
couldn’t think.
He pinned me hard to the wall, and the dresser a few feet
away shook, rattling the items strewn across it. “I’ve wanted to do this since
night one.”
“When you came back here with a hard-on?” I asked
breathlessly.
He coaxed one of my hands from around his neck, grinning
when I tightened the grip my legs had on his body, and kissed the inside of my
wrist. “Further back.”
I moaned as he skimmed his other hand along the low-cut,
elastic line of my panties. “That was our first night,” I pointed out. I
ignored my conscience when it yelled at me that that night was only twelve days
ago. People screw a lot earlier.
Yes, they do. So fuck off, conscience.
“We had to meet, right?” he asked.
“Lunch?” I squeaked, and he nodded slowly. He drowned my
surprise out, slanting his lips over mine, demanding that I open them for him.
I did.
“I want to be inside of you, Willow. I want to watch your
face when I’m inside of you, when you sigh, when you come for me. And Willow?”
He was using my whole name again.
“Yes?” I said.
He released me, standing me up, with his hands on either
side of my shoulders to steady me. I automatically moved toward him, as if a
magnet pulled me, but he shook his head, keeping me in place.
“You’re going to tell me right now if you’re not for sure,”
he said.
“I want you, Cooper. I don’t know what the fuck else I want anymore,
but I want this right now.”
