Title:
Remember Tonight
Author: Chelsea Landon
Release Date: March 13, 2015
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The
summer Alanna Rodger turned eighteen, she thought it would be just like the
rest of the summers spent on her parent’s farm in Amarillo Texas.
That was until champion bull rider Callan James returned home.
Everyone in town
knows about the James’ boys and why they disappeared four years
ago.
Everyone but
Alanna.
She's
warned to keep her distance but there’s something about
Callan's allure that has her wanting a closer look to unravel all of
the reasons that he left — ensuring he stays long after his eight
seconds in this town are up.
And when he finally
does leave town, she knows exactly where to find him.
There’s
nothing that can stop her from wanting him… even the four year age
difference won’t prevent her from pursuing him. When Callan
can’t get past the age difference, he does everything within his
power to show her just how dangerous his lifestyle
is.
Can
she break through his rough
exterior?
“I’m
not asking for that. Just give me tonight.” I breathed against his
lips. The shift in his demeanor reminds me he is a bull rider, all heart, all
go with a confidence only they have.
“Don’t
hate me for leaving in the morning…” his voice shakes as
he speaks, never more vulnerable as he’s ever been, making sure I
know what this is going to be.
“I could
never hate someone like you, Callan.”
He swallows, his
breathing coming a little faster now. “I’m not having sex
with you just because you want me to.”
“But—”
Callan
shakes his head. “What I will do is show you that there’s
more than just being with someone physically and getting
off.”
“I…”
I swallow.
“Uh…”
“You need
to believe you’re worth it. Because you
are.”
No one has ever
said that to me. Even Jackson. But we were young when I was with him. I was
fourteen and he was sixteen. He was my first everything and then before I had a
chance to really love him, he was taken from
me.
His head is down,
staring at the weathered wood when he pushes himself from the
tractor.
As he walks toward
me, his hands are on the hem of his dark shirt, yanking it over his shoulders.
I’m begging for his kiss and he’s not denying. His shirt
drops behind me on the hay bales, steady and sure palms cupping my cheeks and a
kiss so heavy I’m drowning in
him.
He takes my body in
his hands, a slow descent to the floor of the barn. He sets me down on the hay
bale where his shirt is and then kneels before me. I watch the muscles in his
stomach and arms as he does so, flexing with each movement. His knees spread
once he’s on the ground, sliding against the dirt of the
floor.
His hands are on
me, rough and wild but yet steady and patient like he’s memorizing a
beautiful canvas before him. He’s showing me there’s more
than giving my body to someone. I feel it because it’s an emotion, a
feeling. His fingers move to the band of my jean shorts, sliding across my
exposed skin to meet in the middle to the button. My eyes are on his but
he’s not looking at me, he’s watching my body curve around
his. His jeans are still on, as mine are, when he grinds his hips into mine and
I feel his arousal, hard and straining against his jeans.
His mouth finds
mine, eager but controlled. I feel so much right then. Not just sexual
frustration but something so much more when I kiss Callan. He gives his heart
when he kisses me like this. Everything he says and does shows that.
He’s giving now. There’s no teasing anymore. I know this
when he gets the button of my shorts undone with one hand.
He’s not
rushing, he’s slowly loving. He moves both hands from my waist and
lower to the backs of my knees hooking his hands around them. He brings both my
legs to rest on his left shoulder. His head moves to the side pressing my calf
against his hot ear. He takes his hat off next with his right hand and puts it
over my face, laughing.
It smells like him.
Dirt and grass but there’s that distinct leather cowboy smell that
melts me on the inhale.
I remove the hat to
see him staring at me. There’s a slight grin but it’s more
that intensity in his eyes that gets me. It’s like the night I met
him. I take the hat and place it on my chest. Callan smiles knocking it away
and puts his hands back on my hips dipping his fingers inside the waist band of
my shorts. He gives me a wink and I lift my hips for him. Slowly he pulls them
down and up over my thighs as his knuckles graze my skin. When
they’re at my ankles, he tosses them near his hat on the
floor.
I’m not
sure what he’s going to do next but his mouth is lingering on my skin
over the bruise on my calf that’s forming.
“Does it
hurt?” he asks, still looking at the bruise.
“No.”
I tell him bending my knees and sliding them down his bare chest. He stops
grabbing my ankles and spreading my legs for
him.
“You’re
trouble.” He says when my legs are spread and my lower half is now
completely bare for him.
“You’re
torture…” Callan’s mouth twists, a half grin
that fades quickly as his eyes drop, his fingertips moving and squeezing my
upper thighs as he groans, a low throaty sound I want more
of.
A stay-at-home mom,
Chelsea spends her days drinking entirely too much caffeine, baking sugar-sweet
treats she never eats, playing on Pinterest, and jotting down notes for her
novels. A dreamer at heart, she’s been creating happily-ever-afters.
She’s a lover, a writer, a dreamer, would rather type than speak,
wants to remember everything, loves lots of ice in her drinks, and is slightly
introverted.
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