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306 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 19, 2014
If I had known I’d have a hot architect balls deep inside of me before the end of the weekend, I’d have made time for a pedicure.It’s always a good sign!
“You’re a mouthy little thing, you know that? I don’t know why, but I like it a lot.”Lauren doesn’t do relationships. Not even no strings attached ones. She’s attracted to Matt, she likes him as a person, but she doesn’t have the time for any distractions, any complications. Matt tries to show her otherwise.
I wanted this place we created. Where she stopped caring about everything else, where the only thing that mattered was how we fit together. Where we could get lost in each other.
"Before you say no," he said, holding up a hand. "Just say yes instead."
“Matthew. You’re looking at me as though you’re the big bad wolf and you intend to eat me whole.”
“I couldn’t explain any of it; I just knew I wanted to leave my mark on her. Bites, scratches, swollen lips, messy hair. I wanted to see it all.”
“He bent his head to my level and found my lips, and it wasn’t a kiss—it was an experience. Kissing involved lips and tongues, but this was teeth and growls, fingers carving notches into my ass and impatient hips bumping against mine for more friction. This was my heart crawling all the way up my throat and pounding there, suffocating me in these breathless seconds.”
I saw myself bending her over the desk, hiking up her dress, and taking her right now. And I saw her liking it.
I spent a full minute on that thought before groaning inwardly. I was a dick. An unprofessional, single-minded dick and I didn’t like small, curvy girls who left their mojo all over me.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, her hands seizing my hair.
I leaned back and aimed a hard gaze at her. “God has nothing to do with this. You want to thank someone, I’ll be right here, worshipping you and your outrageous body for the foreseeable future. God isn’t involved.”
“Fuck me until I can’t walk, I can’t breathe, I can’t do anything but ask for more. Fuck me until I’m yours.”
Though I probably couldn’t spell my own name, I knew with absolute certainty this wasn’t straight-up p-in-the-v sex. This was a spiritual experience, and I, for one, wouldn’t have been surprised if some druids started chanting behind us.
“You’re such a caveman,” she hissed. “Why do I like that so fucking much?”
“It doesn’t have to make sense, sweetness. Just enjoy it.”
“I want this, whatever it takes, but I need you to stop pushing me away.”
“You’re a caveman.”**excuse typos
“You’re bossy. I have to keep up.”
First: Tiny blond dynamite, Lauren Halsted, is driven with a passion to open a school. This leads her to hot architect, closet geek, -can't-help-but-be-handsome caveman heartthrob, Matthew Walsh.
Second: Lauren, who is living in Boston (alone due to friends moving on and family far away) falls easily and unwittingly into a semblance of a relationship with her caveman and his uncanny group of brothers and sister(s). The plot unfolds and this family unit becomes another character unto itself, seasoned rather controversially by Matt's surly patriarch father.
Third: As Lauren and Matt's relationship traverses the terrain of accumulated sleepovers, some family moments, interrupted goals and just plain...iffy-ness, the reader gets awesome conversations, arguments and encounters.
Furthermore, it was refreshing to see the hero, chasing the heroine as he should, investing in the idea of "forever" more quickly than his heroine, though he was not emasculated by it. He was a caveman, but in a very curtailed and/or latent way, if that makes any sense.
"I’ve lived alone even longer, but I’m willing to compromise on just about anything. I’m not willing to compromise on you.”Bottom Line: I really recommend this book for a book-of-the-night. It's made up of that old contemporary or domestic fiction staple (kinda-mix between Nora Roberts and Linda Howard, but lighter than both, if I had to describe it), where you can definitely predict, but also be pleasantly satisfied.