Excerpt Reveal: Sex, Not Love by Vi Keeland
My relationship with Hunter Delucia started
backwards.
We met at a wedding—him sitting on the groom’s
side, me sitting on the bride’s. Stealing glances at each other
throughout the night, there was no denying an intense, mutual attraction.
I caught the bouquet; he caught the garter. Hunter held me tightly while we danced and
suggested we explore the chemistry sparking between us. His blunt, dirty mouth should’ve turned me
off. But for some crazy reason, it had
the opposite effect on me.
We ended up back in my hotel room. The next
morning, I headed home to New York leaving him behind in California with the
wrong number.
I thought
about him often, but after my last relationship, I’d sworn off of charming,
cocky, gorgeous-as-sin men. A year later,
Hunter and I met again at the birth of our friends’ baby. Our attraction
hadn't dulled one bit. After a whirlwind trip, he demanded a real phone
number this time. So I left him with my
mother’s—she could scare away any man with her talks of babies and marriage—and
flew back home.
I’d thought it was funny, until the following week
when he rang the bell at Mom’s house for Sunday night dinner. The crazy, gorgeous man had won over my
mother and taken an eight-week assignment in my city. He proposed we spend that time screwing each
other out of our systems.
Eight weeks of mind-blowing sex with no strings
attached? What did I have to lose?
Nothing, I thought.
It’s just sex, not love.
But you know what they say about the best laid plans…
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EXCERPT
“You’re not going anywhere before you do two things.”
“Two things?”
“Leave your number and kiss me goodbye.”
“I…I…you haven’t brushed your teeth.”
Hunter chuckled. It felt like he could see through all of my
bullshit. Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed his phone and held it out
to me before getting up. “Toothpaste in the bathroom still?”
“The little one the hotel sets out.”
“I’ll brush. You type.”
While he was in the bathroom, I mulled over not typing anything
into his phone. There was no way I was keeping in touch with a man living
three-thousand miles away. A guy like him was the last thing I needed. But then
I thought better of just telling him
I’d put my number in. He seemed to have figured me out pretty quick. So
instead, I typed my name and number, only I changed the last two digits.
And it was a good thing I did, because when Hunter returned from
his bathroom trip, the first thing he did was check that I’d entered something.
Luckily, he didn’t attempt to call me. Satisfied, he tossed his phone on the
bed and nodded.
“Thank you. Now kiss me.”
I could see he wasn’t going to let me leave without this. So,
sacrificing to make my plane, I pushed up on my toes and delivered a quick peck
to his lips.
Mmm.... Nice and soft.
(And minty fresh.)
“Well…it was nice to meet you.” I turned to dart out the door,
but Hunter grabbed my wrist yet again.
“I said kiss me.”
“I did!”
“Kiss me the way you kissed me last night.”
Before I could even attempt to let that sink in, Hunter yanked
me against him. One of his large hands cupped the back of my neck, and he
squeezed firmly to direct my head where he wanted it. Then, his lips crashed
down on mine.
The shock of feeling his mouth against mine quickly dissipated
as he licked my lips, encouraging me to open for him. His tongue dipped inside,
and he groaned as he tilted my head and deepened the kiss. The vibration of the
sound traveled between us and sent a hum through my body. Soft and gentle went
out the window after that. He grabbed a fistful of my ass, and I lifted my body
up onto his, wrapping my legs around his waist. As he backed us to the wall, a
sense of familiarity overcame me. I couldn’t remember the specifics of our
previous kiss, but I now knew deep inside what it had felt like.
My cell dropped from my hand so my fingers could tangle in his
hair. Yanking on the soft strands, I couldn’t get enough. A moan from deep
inside my chest moved through our connected mouths. Hunter pushed harder, his
thick erection pressing into the center of my open legs. He rocked as he kissed
me, causing a friction through two layers of clothing that was leading me to a
place I didn’t think it was possible to go fully dressed.
It felt like he wanted to swallow me whole, and in that moment,
I would have let him. My breasts were crushed to his chest, and a heartbeat
raged out of control—only I wasn’t sure if it was my own or his. Jesus, where does a man learn to kiss like
this?
I was breathless and stunned when our kiss broke. Hunter sucked
on my bottom lip, tugging it before releasing my mouth.
His voice was strained. “Change your flight. We’re not done
here.”
I swallowed, trying to gain some composure. “I can’t.” My voice
was barely a whisper. It was all I could muster.
“Can’t or don’t want to?” 
Vi Keeland is a #1 New York Times and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author. With millions of books sold, her titles have appeared in over eighty Bestseller lists and are currently translated in nineteen languages. She lives in New York with her husband and their three children where she is living out her own happily ever after with the boy she met at age six. 
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