Buondì‼ Questa mattina voglio farvi leggere un estratto in anteprima del secondo e conclusivo volume del A Stolen Melody Duet
di K.K. Allen, iniziato con Dangerous Hearts :D Adoooro i romanzi con protagoniste le rock star – anche se non ho modo di leggerne molti – e questa storia mi intriga tantissimo *_*
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DESTINED HEARTS
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Serie: A Stolen Melody Duet #2
Genere: New Adult, Rock Star Romance
Data di pubblicazione: 27 Luglio 2017
Lingua: Inglese
He stole her lyrics, and then he stole her heart.
Lyric Cassidy is off the tour, lost as to what her next career move will be, and certain that she’ll never love again after Wolf. All because of a social media scandal that left her with no choice but to pack up and face the consequences. When she learns that the fate of her career is in her hands, she has a difficult decision to make. Step back on the tour bus with Wolf and deal with the mess she left behind, or end her contract early and lose her job at Perform Live?
Wolf’s shattered heart finds no resolve in giving Lyric a chance to come back on tour. He can never be with her again. Not after she walked away. Conflicted with wants and needs, he struggles to remember who Wolf was before Lyric. That’s what he needs to become again. Maybe then his heart will be safe. Or maybe there’s no hope for the damaged.
But with stolen dreams, betrayals, and terrifying threats—no one’s heart is safe. Not even the ones that may be destined to be together.
Lyric Cassidy is off the tour, lost as to what her next career move will be, and certain that she’ll never love again after Wolf. All because of a social media scandal that left her with no choice but to pack up and face the consequences. When she learns that the fate of her career is in her hands, she has a difficult decision to make. Step back on the tour bus with Wolf and deal with the mess she left behind, or end her contract early and lose her job at Perform Live?
Wolf’s shattered heart finds no resolve in giving Lyric a chance to come back on tour. He can never be with her again. Not after she walked away. Conflicted with wants and needs, he struggles to remember who Wolf was before Lyric. That’s what he needs to become again. Maybe then his heart will be safe. Or maybe there’s no hope for the damaged.
But with stolen dreams, betrayals, and terrifying threats—no one’s heart is safe. Not even the ones that may be destined to be together.
LEGGI L'ESTRATTO
It’s been two hours since I woke up in Wolf’s bed, confused and nursing
a hangover, and Wolf is still dead asleep. I don’t dare wake him. Right now,
I’ll take what I can get. If that means being as still as a board so that I can
watch him sleep for the rest of the day, then so be it. I’ll watch him forever.
He’s usually a restless sleeper, kicking off the covers and reaching for
something to hold onto. That something used to be me. Now, he snuggles with his
pillow, squishing it so hard the seams just may come undone. One muscular leg
hangs over the edge of the couch, and his mouth falls slightly ajar.
He’s totally adorable.
Impatience breaks me a few minutes later after memorizing every detail
of his sleeping form. I rip the covers off me, wondering for the hundredth time
how I ended up in his hotel room wearing nothing but my underwear and tank top.
I climb out of bed, and my toes land on my pants, which are lying on the floor
next to the bed. I frown. Wolf must have removed my clothes. Well, not all of
them. My top and panties haven’t been touched.
I tip-toe to the couch and pull the pillow from his grasp, careful not
to wake him. When I snuggle up beside him, his familiar skin warms mine. I
didn’t even realize I was cold before now. He’s quick to wrap me in his arms
like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like we were never apart and
this is just another normal morning together.
And when I feel him grow thick and hard against my stomach, my heart
starts to beat fast. I know I’m fully taking advantage of this moment, but I
don’t care. Wolf can yell at me later. It’s worth it. He smells so good,
comforting, like warmed oak and melon.
Pressing my lips to his chest, I shiver. Just one simple touch and I
feel it all. Fear and hope crash like waves inside my rib cage. Fear that he’ll
awaken and push me away. Hope that he’ll eventually forgive me.
As if Wolf can hear my thoughts, his hold strengthens around me. I’ve
always loved the way I feel in his arms. Safe and secure. I’ve missed
everything about him so much, but it’s these arms wrapped around me that I’ve
been yearning for every lonely night.
“Lyric,” he says in a sleepy, whispered breath. It’s enough to send my
heart into overdrive.
My kisses create a trail from his chest to his neck and chin until I’m
hovering over his mouth, just breathing. Sometimes I would wake him like this,
searching his exposed skin with my mouth, exploring and treasuring the man that
continued to surprise me. And then when I reached his lips, they would part for
me, just marginally … just as they are doing now.
So I take it as my invitation, this time feathering my lips across his,
sweeping it with my tongue in a silent plea to let me in. I think I might faint
when his mouth parts for me. Our kiss deepens, and then a hand splays across my
lower back, crushing my body against his hard one.
I moan into Wolf’s mouth, our energy recharging and sparking the air.
His fingers dig into my hip as I snake a leg over him and press down so he’s
hard against my entrance, our underwear the only thing between us—well,
physically. In reality, there are a million things between us now, but I refuse
to acknowledge anything except this.
His hands are on my ass. Mine are in his hair. We’re frantic and
panting, clawing at each other to taste more of what we’ve been missing. I
shift my body again so I’m no longer straddling him, and I slip a hand into the
waistband of his briefs. I’m not surprised to find him hard in my grasp.
“Fuck, baby,” he moans, pushing his hips up so I’m fully gripping him.
The fact that he’s responding so eagerly fills me with entirely too much hope.
I can’t imagine he’s already forgiven me, but maybe he missed me just as much
as I missed him. Right now, nothing else matters.
Within seconds, I slide his briefs off and start to stroke him. His lids
flutter open, revealing dark, desperate need. There’s also confusion in his
eyes, and I worry that he’s going to change his mind. He doesn’t want
this—me—at all.
When he pulls away and sits up, I want to cry. But then he reaches for
me, guiding me onto his lap, legs on either side of him, until I’m just inches
away from his throbbing erection.
Wolf’s palms rub up and down the top of my thighs as he looks at me
darkly beneath hooded lids. “What the fuck are you doing, Lyric?” His voice is
low and gravely, filled with hurt and desire. Such a dangerous combination. But
isn’t that what we’ve always been together? Two dangerous hearts that happened
to find solace in each other’s arms?
Although his voice questions what’s happening, it doesn’t look like he’s
going to do anything to stop it. But I give him time to decide.
“I missed you.” I try softly, my voice breaking with each syllable as I
roll my hips and inch up his lap. “And I want you inside me.”
His eyes glide from my legs to the thin, black lace of my panties
and linger there for a second before rocking his hips upward slowly. Wolf’s jaw
is hard, naturally built to intimidate anyone who crosses his path. While the
furious look he’s giving me now should send me running, it does the opposite. I
feel myself quiver from the inside out as my abdomen clenches in response.
I anticipate him sinking into me and shudder while his finger moves
along the edge of my underwear. His careful movements tell me he’s considering
his options. Should we, or shouldn’t we? So I beg with a whimper for him to
stay with me. I need this. I need him. And I think he needs me too.
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