#FinishLine Excerpt + Kindle Giveaway!
|February 27, 2017||Posted by Cambria under Uncategorized|
#FINISHLINE IS LIVE!
Copyright by Cambria Hebert
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I didn’t tell him.
I didn’t tell him how slightly obsessed I was with the way he caressed my lower back, how his fingertips whispered lightly over the dip above my spine. I thought of that moment more than once during the day. Some days I craved it. Some nights I rushed around getting ready for bed just to get to get there faster.
He never failed me. He always did it. My stomach always caved in when he did.
Still, I said nothing. I liked that he caressed me like that, not knowing how much it meant to me. If I told him, it would be like he did it because he knew how much I reveled in it. It was sweeter knowing he touched me this way, not because I wanted him to, but because he wanted to.
Would I ever get used to someone having full access to my body and heart? Probably not. Especially when it was so unexpected.
My stomach growled loudly as I rummaged for a clean shirt, the scent of soap wafting around me from my just-washed hands. It was only noon, but damn, the hours had dragged by this morning. It was probably because Hopp and I made plans to meet in the apartment for lunch. And not to eat.
As much as I loved my brother, I was a little bummed he picked today of all days to show up. But he did, and I wasn’t about to tell him to get out. Family didn’t do that. And I was partly shocked to see him and Hopp getting along. Alone.
What the hell was up with that?
“I’m coming in.” Hopper warned as he approached me from behind. I glanced over my shoulder in time to see him swoop his arms around my bare waist and pull me against his chest.
When my back was turned, he always announced himself before he touched me. I never asked him to do that. He just did.
He just knew.
I think maybe I’d be okay with him just grabbing me. I mean, it was Hopp after all. But I never told him that. I think I was a little worried about it deep down, worried it might bring back some kind of flashback from that night over three years ago. The last thing I wanted was to flinch away if he wrapped his arms around me. I’d beat myself up for that forever.
“So much for our nooner,” he whispered against my ear.
I leaned against him and sighed. His palm flattened over my stomach and rubbed lightly, making me groan and my hips jut out.
Warm, thick lips latched on the side of my neck, and I leaned my head to the side, giving him better access. With a low moan, he kissed a little deeper, stroking his tongue across my skin and making me quake.
The arms around my waist tightened, and I pushed my ass against his center. His body tightened, but he didn’t thrust against my ass, something else he was careful not to do.
Reaching behind me, my hand curled around the back of his head and delved into his dark curls. He nipped at my skin, and I spun, matching our bodies up so we were pressed together.
At the same moment, we rocked our hips into each other, and my forehead dropped onto his shoulder. Fingertips grazed over my lower back, in that magic spot, and I sighed, sinking just a little more into his chest.
Filling my hands with his ass, I gave it a squeeze, pulling back and diving into his mouth. It was a slow kiss, considering how ravenous he made me. My thoughts turned fuzzy as our lips met again and again. Instead of delving deep with our tongues, they only grazed briefly as we made out, whispering caresses time and again.
Kissing him like this made my limbs heavy. Made my skin buzz with life and the outside world completely vanish except for his taste and feel.
With a deep moan, he pulled back. I licked my lips, and his eyes flared. “You don’t make this easy,” he grieved, rubbing his palm up my side.
I grazed my fingertips over his stubbled jaw and smiled. “I love you, Hopp.”
“Not as much as I love you,” he whispered.
I shook my head. “Not true.”
“C’mon,” he said, taking my hand. “Maybe if we eat fast, we’ll have some time before we gotta be back down at the track.”
I laughed, snagged a dark blue T-shirt out of the open drawer, and let him lead me toward the front door.
Before opening it, Hopper released my hand. “Put the shirt on, babe.”
I laughed. “Yeah, ‘cause there’s gonna be a ton of people in the hallway just waiting for a glimpse.”
He grunted but didn’t budge. With a chuckle, I pulled on the shirt, but before I could yank it down over my chest, I felt his hand bunch the fabric.
Lifting my eyes, I watched him lower his head, pressing a kiss to the infinity tattoo on my chest. Too soon, the shirt was falling into place and we were heading toward the elevator, hand in hand.
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Every race has a finish line.
Where you go after you cross it is what matters most.
And sometimes, that’s the most intriguing.
Here at GearShark, we’ve featured lots of drivers.
All of them are well acquainted with the finish line.
And as race fans, we’re well acquainted with cheering as they cross it.
What we aren’t privy to is riding shotgun, seeing where they drive once the race is over.
Our interviews barely scratch the surface,
offering just a glimpse of the men and women behind the wheel.
The discovery of vanished Motocross sensation Jayson Hamilton,
who has been right under our noses for years, proves secrets abound.
It’s time to dig deep. Look beyond the racetrack at the drivers who continue to pique our interest. In addition to scoring an exclusive, all-access interview with the elusive Jayson Hamilton (his first and only since the death of his fellow racer and partner Matt Lewis),
we’ve caught up with some of our most popular featured men and women in the racing world.
Where are they now?
Who are they now?
What do these hot commodities do when they escape the spotlight?
Rumors of weddings, babies, and new tattoos swirl through the media on a weekly basis.
And though we’re headlining the hashtag #Finishline, we’re far from finished.
In fact, we’re just getting started.
This newest issue of GearShark is jam packed with everything you’ve been dying to know…
and it just might be our biggest page-turner yet.
Title: #FinishLine (GearShark #5)
Author: Cambria Hebert
Cover Design: Mae I Design
This is a full length book. You need to have read #Swag and #Blur to fully understand #FinishLine