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Her innocence gives him pause…
Her baggage is a red flag…
Hope can’t marry a man who doesn’t love her. She won’t. It would be better to flee the church and jump into the first car that pulls up out front.
Aaron is late for the wedding, but why in the hell is the bride running toward his car, fluffy tulle in her hands, and why does she jump inside and tell him to drive?
Aaron hardly knows the bride, but it doesn’t take long to realize two things: she’s running from her problems, and she’s far too innocent for a man like him.
This runaway bride is on a mission, however. Lose her virginity and learn everything she can about submission. If Aaron won’t help her, Hope will find someone who will.
Hope Davenport has decided to flee her wedding much to the dismay of her mother. This book opens as she jumps into Aaron’s car and tells him to drive, surprising the living daylights out of him.
Aaron was late arriving to this wedding thanks to airlines and traffic, more than once he wonders what would have happened if it hadn’t been him in that car.
It’s not just getting Hope away from the church though, she’s gotten it through her head for Aaron to drive her to Denver and show her other things as well.
This is a favorite scene as they begin that journey.
Aaron’s eyes bugged out of his head. “What?”
“You heard me.” Her cheeks flushed a dark red as she glanced at her lap.
“Yeah. I heard you, but you’re out of your mind.”
She jerked her attention back to him. “Why? I think I’m more in my right mind than I’ve ever been. I’m a twenty-six-year-old virgin. I’m tired of wondering what all the hype is about. You’re sexy, smoking hot, kind, generous, fun, friendly, honest, and a good listener. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather give my virginity to. I know you’re a good guy because my sister likes you. I trust you.”
He leaned back, holding his hands up, palms out. There wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell he was going to have sex with Hope Davenport. He shouldn’t have even touched her.
He had no idea why he’d grabbed her hand and then felt the need to run his fingers through her hair. But he’d given her the wrong idea. For one thing, she’d run away from her own wedding just hours ago. For another thing, she had no idea what kind of kink he was into.
“Hope, it’s not going to happen.”
“Why the hell not? You said no man in the same room as me could possibly avoid an erection.” She glanced at his lap.
He moaned and shifted his weight side to side. She wasn’t wrong. His cock had been hard from the moment he pulled that first hairpin out, which was probably why he hadn’t stopped himself from touching her and leading her on. She had smelled so good, and every little noise she made as he removed those damn pins had gotten under his skin, making him crave things he should not have been pondering.
This was his fault. “That’s true.” He wasn’t going to lie. Besides, how the hell could he. She had eyes. “Nevertheless, I can and will control my dick. It’s staying in my pants for the duration of our time together.”
Speaking of which, he needed to get her someplace safe, have her call her sister, and get someone to pick her up. No way was he driving her to Denver. He didn’t know why he’d ever entertained the idea in the first place.
She looked like she might cry. She sucked in a breath, swallowing. Of course she would be emotional after what she’d been through, but he hated how he was contributing her to stress level. His chest tightened as her eyes filled with tears. And then they fell down her cheeks. Dammit. Her lip trembled and she swiped at the streaks with her fingers.
Fuck. “Hope…” He could not stand it when a woman cried. It brought him to his knees.
“No. Really. It’s okay.” She leaned away from him, hugging the door and turning to stare out it. “You were just saying those things to humor me and make me feel better.”
He groaned. “No, baby, I was not. I may have totally botched this up, but I never lied to you.” He couldn’t leave her thinking he’d made all that up. She was hurting. She needed reassurance. How the hell had he gotten into this mess?
Damn his GPS and the late flight and the hotel room not being ready. If he’d arrived at the church five minutes earlier, he would have been sitting in his pew watching her run out the door with everyone else. He would not now be responsible for a hysterical runaway bride.
On the flip side, he shuddered to imagine her sitting here with some other man, whatever random person might have driven up behind him. He sighed and reached for her hand, wrapping his palm around it and tugging it away from her lap. Her fingers were so small against his much larger ones. He closed his eyes and inhaled, which was probably also a mistake since she smelled fantastic.
She jerked her face toward him again, shocking him. “Prove it.”
“Prove what?” He cringed. God, please tell me she isn’t suggesting what I think she’s suggesting.
Becca Jameson. Trusting Aaron: Club Zodiac, Book Five (Kindle Locations 444-473). Becca Jameson Publishing.
I kind of felt sorry for Aaron, he was really caught in a conundrum. She is Rowen’s sister-in-law and vanilla to boot. The question becomes, can he show her and let her go.
This was a fun book, the conversations between them were priceless. The interactions kindle melting and the revelations perfect.
I can’t wait for the next book in this series.
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Becca Jameson currently lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband, two kids, and the various pets that wander through.
After editing for about five years she recently started writing. She is loving the journey, dabbling in various genres.
When not writing or editing she can usually be found taxiing kids to and from their activities, scrapbooking, and reading!
Late at night she can usually be found sequestered in her office creating fantasy with a glass of red wine and a bar of dark chocolate.