Camilla Landry rustles against me, the silky fabric of her overpriced lingerie
slipping along my bruised rib. The porcelain perfection of her skin is even
more innocent against the colorful ink dotting my own. It’s demure meets damage,
pampered meets punctured.
So, yeah, it’s obvious I’m that guy. Dominic Hughes. Her attempt at rebellion.
Her bid to see what the other side of the tracks feel like. I’m okay with being
used because, from where I’m sitting, the other side of the tracks have never
looked so good.
I sort of stumbled upon Adriana Locke’s Landry Family series with Sway. I listened to it on audio and really liked it. Next she brought us Swing with Lincoln – I defy anyone to read Linc and Dani’s story and 1) Laugh until you cry and 2) Fall deeper in love with The Landrys. Switch was my man Graham’s story. I am truly, truly in deep lust with Graham. Ford’s story was brought to us in Swear and now Swink. A lot of people waited patiently for Camilla’s story, and some were asking every day for it. But it’s here now and so worth the wait.
Camilla and Dominic’s story is more than your good girl/bad boy story. It’s about a good girl that has to fight her way through her family’s (read Brother’s) protectiveness to be the woman she wants to be and be with the man she wants to be with, Dominic.
Dom is sexy and swoon worthy, to be sure. He’s also a loyal brother and uncle. His wanting to shield Cam from parts of his life is sweet, but Cam ain’t having none of that.
The final book in the Landry Family series is dazzling in true Adriana Locke style. We have all come to know and love these characters and Ms. Locke has given us exceptional writing to close this chapter of their lives. And I’m hoping that at some time down the road, Ms. Locke decides to circle back on the Landry Family and give us more to love.
standing in the doorway, one hand on the sweatpants that hang just below his chiseled
hips and the other leans on the frame. The tattoos that mark his flesh are
vivid against his bare skin, making the blues of his eyes shine.
a lopsided smile my way. “Took you long enough.”
drive like a bat out of hell,” I laugh, stepping past him. “Did you shower
smelled like gym floors.”
you don’t smell like gym whores,” I say, setting the bags on the table in the
is contagious and I feel myself smiling. A set of arms cage me in from behind,
grasping the table on both sides of me. My skin breaks out in a shiver as his
lips find the sensitive spot behind my ear.
buries in the crook of my neck and he takes a long, leisurely breath. “You
smell so good.”
that,” I say, relaxing my head onto his chest.
with your mouth against me.”
this?” he asks all breathily so that each word whispers across my skin.
fall closed as I relish in this moment of nothing but him. “No, I love this.”
you a little secret?”
you keep talking, you can tell me whatever you want.”
chuckles, dotting kisses up and down my neck. “I love this too, feeling your
body give up the fight of the day and let me take over.” He turns me in his
arms so I’m facing him. “I love that you trust me enough to let your shoulders
sink out of that perfect posture you walk around with.”
reaches up and undoes the elastic in my hair, I watch his features soften. He
moves carefully, unwrapping the tie from the twisted mess in my locks, careful
not to pull.
says, cupping the back of my head through my long tresses, “that’s better.”
like my hair up?”
you had it. You look to lunching-y,” he says, wrinkling his nose.
too fucking sexy.”
up, I swipe the pad of my thumb over the cut above his eye. He flinches, but
just for a second. “What happened?”
some ice for it.”
in, his brows tugging together. “Let’s not.” His eyes hood as he takes me in,
his tongue darting out and wetting his lips. My knees weaken, my body humming
with delight at his reaction.
take care of you,” I whisper, although that’s really on the backburner now.
“Let me baby you.”
lifts me up and places me on the table. My stomach clenches as he positions
himself between my thighs, my sundress curling at my waist. I ring my legs
around him, pulling him so close that the soft cotton of his sweatpants rubs
against my opening.
down. “You aren’t wearing panties.”
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