This Wicked Rush (Wild Rush 1) by Jessie Evans
Age Group: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 14, 2014
Amazon ♥ B & N
“You know what I like, Caitlin. You know I want you to beg for it.”
I’ve never been the kind of person to give up on something I want. Now, I refuse to take no for an answer. I want this girl. I want to help her, and sleep with her, and steal things with her, and make her laugh the way she did right that night in her friend's car. We’re going to have a summer neither of us will ever forget, and by the time we go our separate ways, she’ll have enough money to go to college, and I will have had her…every way I want her.
I’m starting to forget why it’s a bad idea to get in any deeper with a boy who is a walking, talking contradiction. A boy who has a taste for breaking the law, a wicked way with words, and a confident touch that leaves no doubt he’s way more experienced than I am. I’ve spent my life putting aside my own needs and cleaning up after other people’s mistakes. Now, I want to make a mistake of my own.
I know I’m playing with fire, but for Gabe I'm willing to beg to be burned.
I study him out of the corner of my eye as he starts the car and shifts into reverse, doing my best not to fidget when he puts an arm behind my chair and turns to look through the back glass. His face is so close to mine I can smell the spicy, soapy smell of him, that same scent that lingered on my clothes all the way home after I dropped him at the bus stop the night of our heist. By the time I got home, I’d been half drunk with lust, and wishing I’d had the guts to accept his invitation to meet up after he hid the money and jewelry.
I had never been tempted by that kind of invitation before, but that night…
“What are you thinking?” Gabe brakes in the middle of the street, attention shifting to my face as he puts the car in drive.
“Nothing,” I say, voice more breathless than I would like.
“Liar,” he says. “Tell me. I dare you.”
I lick my lips. “You first.”
“I’m thinking that….you have a family worth fighting for,” Gabe says, holding my gaze with an intensity that makes me certain he knows all my secrets. “And that the way you love them is special. They’re lucky to have you.”
I blink, eyes stinging at the unexpected compliment. “Well…thanks. They’re everything to me so…”
“And you’re everything to them. Don’t doubt it. Even the troublemaker adores you,” he says with a wink before turning his gaze to the street. “Danny, right?”
I laugh as he pulls out of our cul-de-sac onto Newberry Street. “Yeah, Danny. We butt heads constantly.” I cast Gabe an assessing look. “You pegged him pretty fast.”
“I’m an excellent judge of character.” He reaches over, capturing my hand in his, sending a zinging sensation shooting up my arm. I curl my fingers around his palm, trying to ignore how intimate it feels to hold hands with Gabe, grateful that he seems to have forgotten that I didn’t honor my half of our dare. If I had to tell him I was thinking about how much I wished I’d gone home with him after our last date—if you can call robbing a pawnshop, and making out in my best friend’s car, a date—it will be more difficult to ensure this date goes according to plan.
I may have been hired to be a fake girlfriend, but there’s nothing fake about the way my body hums with happiness, simply to be sitting next to Gabe. There’s nothing fake about the way his touch makes me ache, or the soft, melting feeling in my chest left behind by what he said.
I never imagined Gabe would see the beauty in my fucked up family, or be the type to understand the value of unconditional love. Love like that is precious, and absolutely worth fighting for. The fact that he realizes that makes me look at him differently, makes me wonder what else Gabe is hiding beneath the bad boy exterior. I had assumed “what you see is what you get” with him, but maybe I was wrong.
The thought creeps in on spider feet, making me shiver. I can’t decide which is more dangerous—the player, or the man with a secret soft side. In my experience, secrets breed secrets, and no one puts as much effort into hiding as Gabe does without a damned good, and often frightening, reason.
Jessie Evans gave up a career as an international woman of mystery to write the sassy, Southern romances, and sexy, New Adult romances she loves to read.
She's married to the man of her dreams, and together they're raising a few adorable, mischievous children in a tree house in the boonies. She grew up in rural Arkansas, spending summers running wild, being chewed by chiggers, and now appreciates her home in a chigger-free part of the world even more.
When she's not writing, Jessie enjoys playing her dulcimer (badly), sewing the worlds ugliest quilts to give to her friends, going for bike rides with her house full of boys, and wandering the woods, glass of wine and camera in hand, on the lookout for Bigfoot.