Title: Say Yes by Tara West (Something More #1)
Publication date: October 10th, 2013
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Andrés, why can’t it be enough that I love you? That I want to spend forever with you. Why must you expect so much more? I’m not ready for marriage and a family. I don’t know if I ever will be.
Christina, I need to know that what I’m putting into this relationship isn’t all for nothing. To me, you mean everything. But I won’t be your stepping stone. Because as much as it would kill me, if you refuse to commit to something more, I will walk away.
Will Christina ever be ready? Will Andrés stay or walk? Will their love endure or is it doomed before they even have a chance?
A former high school English teacher, I now work from home as a novelist and a part-time graphic designer. I love dragons, handsome heroes, and chocolate. I’m willing to share my dragons and heroes. Keep your hands off my chocolate!
I make my way through the crowd toward Andrés, ignoring the “Hey, baby” from some drunk behind me. Andrés is at a table with a bunch of guys I’ve never met before. He’s probably never met them before, either, but Andrés has this magnetic personality, and he can make friends with just about anyone.
He’s sitting on the edge of his seat, waiting for the quarterback to throw the ball. He still hasn’t spotted me, so I hang back for a second. He’s got this look on his face as if all of life’s happiness hinges on this one moment.
I don’t bother looking at the television. Watching Andrés is far more enjoyable. He jumps out of his seat, pumping his fist in the air and hollering. He’s taller than most of the other men, and far more attractive. Even in late fall, he’s got beautifully tanned skin. He let his military cut grow out a little, and he’s got just the right amount of wave to his thick hair.
He’s kept his physique in prime shape, too. He’s been out of the army for almost eight months, but Andrés takes his PT seriously, jogging every morning before work and lifting weights three times a week. Sometimes, he even talks me into going jogging with him, which is totally insane because the sun isn’t even up yet, and I’m already exhausted from school, work and sex, lots and lots of sex.
I smile as he high-fives the other guys before falling back into his chair. He finally sees me as he leans over and grabs a nacho off the tray. He pops the chip in his mouth and waves me over. There are no empty chairs, which suits me just fine. I take a seat on Andrés’s thigh and plant a big kiss on his lips. He tastes like salsa and corn chips. I reach across his broad chest and steal his beer.
“Hey,” he says to me as he steals it back before I can take a sip. “Not until you eat something, mija.” He sets down the glass and pushes a styrofoam box toward me. “I ordered it to go. I didn’t think you’d come inside.” He’s got this apologetic look in his big, brown eyes, as if he’s sorry my dinner is in a box.
Jackson wouldn’t have thought to order me a meal at all. I frown as I pull away and open my box. Why would I even be thinking about Jackson? We’ve been broken up for six months.
I lick my lips when I see I’ve got a big Cobb salad with chopped egg, chunks of bleu cheese, bacon pieces, grilled chicken, and two sides of balsamic vinaigrette. Oh, yum! Damn, the boy is thoughtful. Not only does he remember my favorite salad, he also remembers I love extra dressing. Jackson wouldn’t have— Shit! Enough about Jackson.
I shake the image of my former fiancé’s pouty face out of my mind as I dig into my food.
Andrés kneads the tension from my shoulders as I eat. I shift in his lap a few times and smile to myself as I feel his growing bulge pressing against my ass.
Andrés grabs hold of my hips and growls a warning in my ear. “Stop, before I take you in the bathroom.”
I angle my head toward him and wink. “You don’t have the balls.”
He lifts a challenging eyebrow and licks his full, sensual lips. “Don’t dare me, mija. I’ll bend you over the sink.”
My jaw drops, and as I look into his smoky gaze, I realize he’s not joking. Oh-mi-god! Sex in a crowded bar bathroom. That one isn’t on my bucket list, but it sure as hell is on my bucket list now. I reach between our bodies and stroke down the length of his erection, causing him to growl and grab my wrist.
I giggle and lick my lips as he pulls my hand to his mouth and plants a tender kiss on my palm. For a moment, I forget we’re in a crowded bar. The sound of cheering and swearing is drowned out by my buzzing hormones. After the shit I went through today, I could so go for an orgasm right now. Or two. Or three. I’m so damn tempted to pull him from this chair and drag him to the bathroom myself.
Extra Spicy Scene*Giveaway Time*
Andrés is leaning against the kitchen counter shirtless, with a serious case of bed hair, looking far more sexy than should be legal. I want nothing more than to shut out the world and my problems and crawl back into bed with him. He looks up from his coffee and flashes a grin, but his smile quickly fades when I shove my phone at him.
He looks down at the screen and swears. “Fucking loco.”
I couldn’t agree more, but no matter what we think about Karri, that’s not going to make the situation any better. “I need to go by her mother’s house.” I don’t know if Karri told her mom she was leaving, but either way, I know the poor woman will be upset.
Normally, Andrés and I stop off at our favorite hole-in-the-wall Mexican restaurant and eat chorizo and egg tacos before work, but I won’t have time if I’m going to make it to Mrs. Peterson’s.
“You need to eat something, mija.” He leans in and smiles as he twirls a lock of my hair around his finger. “You can be late to work. I won’t let the boss fire you.”
By boss, he means himself. Tio has been letting Andrés manage the paint and body shop this week, kind of a trial run before he turns over five of his successful businesses. I guess there’s more than one perk to sleeping with the boss, but I feel bad going to work late.
They’ve already had to rework my schedule, giving me Monday, Wednesday and Friday mornings off so I can go to school. It took the other guys at the shop long enough to warm up to the “little white chick” painting cars with them. I don’t want them thinking I’m taking advantage. I get the feeling they think I got the job only because I’m dating Andrés, although I’ve had past experience painting boats at my dad’s dealership, and I’m majoring in art at school.
“I’ve got a big job to finish,” I say, but I’m distracted because he’s nibbling on my ear.
“Yeah, you do,” he answers, pressing my hand against the erection in his jeans.
I swat his chest and roll my eyes. “That’s all you ever think about.”
“Not true.” He flashes a rueful grin. “I think about breathing and eating, too.”
Looking up at him, I scowl. “Guess you’re going to have to eat and breathe more, because I don’t have time for sex.” Then I do something naughty, I reach down and stroke his hard-on a few times, just enough to get his blood flowing. I lean up and plant a kiss on his lips. “Sex will have to wait till later,” I taunt.
He gasps and reaches for my wrist, but I jump back and grab my coffee cup off the counter. I pick up a spoon and wag it at him. “Later,” I say in the sternest voice I can manage, as I do my best to keep a straight face.
I turn and pour coffee into my cup. My mistake. I should know better than to turn my back on Andrés when he’s horny.
He comes up behind me and growls in my ear. “Tease.” Then he reaches into my jeans, finding the bud of my clit.
I nearly spill coffee on myself as I lean into him and moan. He bends over me, planting a kiss on my lips while stroking more moisture out of me. Then, he abruptly pulls his hand out and smacks my ass.
“Don’t be too late to work,” he says sharply.
I spin around and gape at him. His devious grin stretches nearly ear to ear.
After Andrés makes us the most delicious omelet with pico de gallo and sharp cheddar, I gulp coffee, we share an explosive goodbye kiss, complete with more teasing and groping, then we’re both out the door. This time, I smack his ass as he’s locking the door behind us. I move quickly down the sidewalk before he can retaliate.