Fate has kept them apart for twenty years.
Their roads hadn’t crossed and the stars didn’t align until now…

Matured, more experienced, pierced, tattooed and hot as hell, Adrian steps back into Mia’s life to reclaim his first love.

And the moment she sees him she can’t even remember her own name.

Adrian Reed had always remained in Mia’s heart. After all, he was her first boyfriend and the man she’d lost her virginity to, but that was twenty years ago. His sudden appearance at a bar, on a girls night out, has Mia acting like the fifteen year old girl she was when they parted.

But life now is not as simple as it was twenty years ago. With two kids, a hopeful ex-husband and new insecurities, Mia finds opening up to a new relationship more challenging.

Will she give her first love another chance, or will she push him away, this time for good?

“Red?” I push her gown down a little further and close my mouth over her breast, working her nipple with my lips. Caressing it with my tongue. I’m rewarded by a soft moan that goes straight to my cock. I need to be inside her, despite knowing I don’t have the time.

I pull the covers down and slide my hand up her shin, then up her thigh. She’s warm from sleep. Her skin feels like burnished velvet. My fingers brush her pussy and she lifts her hips. She wants it. I love the way she always wants it.

“Race.”

I love the way she says my name: a mew.

“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers,” I say, leaning near her face. “Then you’ll go to sleep again.”

A dreamy smile floats over her lips. She nods a little, pressing her head into the pillow.

I slide a finger into her. She’s hot and tight, softer than silk. I can feel her clench as I pump into her. She’s wet this morning. So fucking slick. I stroke in and out, painting her pussy, using my fingertip to smooth warm lines around her swollen clit.

I’m rewarded by her crying out.

“Say my name.”

I still my hand. I can hear my blood rush in my ears. Race. Say Race.

Her hands grab at my wrist. “Race.”

I allow myself a brief grin. It’s undiluted satisfaction. She knows—or at least suspects—I’m James Wolfe, but she’s still in my bed.

“Say ‘Race, please.’ I like to hear you beg.” I push another finger into her. Her body quivers.

“I like to feel you jump.”

I stretch her with a third finger and slide my thumb over her clit. I’m moving slow. So slow.

“Race, oh God—yes. Please.”

“That’s right, sweetheart.”

—

I look up at him, and I can’t even talk, because I’m lost again. I don’t know how it’s possible that this happened. That I feel so attached so someone I’ve known such a short amount of time. I don’t know how it’s possible that I can’t stay.

Tears fill my eyes, and I blink them away. Race runs his hand over my hair.

“You’re a good girl, baby. So good. You deserve nothing but the best.” He kisses my cheek, so chaste and soft it makes me shiver.

My throat’s so tight, it’s hard to say, “I liked being your fuck doll.”

“I would keep you if I could. Fill you with my cock all day and night. Punish that sweet ass. Red, I’m leaving here. Don’t wait for me to find you. I won’t. Don’t come back for a while. Let things settle. Try to find a way to settle, too.” He rubs his thumb down my cheek, looks into my eyes. “What do you love, Red?

I swallow. I can think of only one thing. “Writing.”

“So write. Write anything you want, baby.”

I swallow past the huge lump in my throat and shake my head. “I don’t want to write. I just want you.”

He steps back a little, still holding my hand. “I don’t deserve you, baby doll.”

“Yes you do. Of course you do. You always do.”

Ella James is a Colorado author who writes teen and adult romance. She is happily married to a man who knows how to wield a red pen, and together they are raising a feisty two-year-old who will probably grow up believing everyone’s parents go to war over the placement of a comma.

Ella’s books have been listed on numerous Amazon bestseller lists, including the Movers & Shakers list and the Amazon Top 100; two were listed among Amazon’s Top 100 Young Adult Ebooks of 2012.

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