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This book contains
strong language and sexual content and is intended for ages 17+.
Rob
Kensington is just your typical high school senior. Athletic, intelligent,
handsome. Sees a therapist once a week. Because his parents just died in a
house fire of questionable origin. And he doesn’t seem to care.
Maybe
he isn’t so typical.
Sara
Marsh had no clue when she returned to live with her divorced father that the
bedroom down the hall would be occupied by a stray with a major attitude
problem. The last time she saw Rob, he was a brooding goth who could have
passed as Marilyn Manson’s love child. But at some point during her three years
away, Creepy Kensington managed to evolve into a sizzling hot star running back
with smoldering hazel eyes.
The
attraction is undeniable. The temptation is irresistible. And soon they’re
sharing more than just an address. But with another life lost in a deliberately
set blaze, Sara’s trust is faltering. Has she lost her heart to a serial
arsonist? He’s already shown her the allure of playing with fire.
And
someone’s about to get burned.
This story is all about
misconception. Everybody and just about everything isn't as it seems.
Sara has just moved home with
her father after her parents' divorce and finds out that the son of an old
family friend, Rob, is also living with her father. He recently lost his
parents in a house fire. Though he was cleared from any involvement, a lot of
people in town thinks he set the fire.
His suspicious behavior and not caring attitude about it doesn't help.
What starts out as a hostile
relationship between Rob and Sara, quickly shifts. They begin a cautious
friendship and then it evolves in to something more. Rob is fiercely
protective, and Sara is more than happy
to let him fill the role.
I liked how Rob and Sara's
relationship evolved as the story went along. There was plenty of attraction
from the get go, but the feelings the two eventually share seems deeper since
they took their time. As I said, there are so many characters in this story that
weren't as I thought. The author did a wonderful job at unraveling all the
preconceptions bit by bit. The ending wasn't what I was expecting at all. I
really enjoyed the air of mystery weaved into the story.
Burning Down the House is a
very good, well thought out story by a talented author. This story is very
original. I honestly couldn’t compare it with any other books, which to me is
very refreshing. I can't wait to read more works by Allie Gail.
We lay
there together in mutual silence, watching the movie in the dark, and it wasn’t
long before one of his hands moved slowly from my waist to find its way
underneath my nightshirt where he began idly stroking my thigh. I tried to keep
my attention focused on the plot. I really did. But it was difficult to
concentrate with his fingers lightly grazing my skin, and all but impossible
when they started working their way upward.
I sucked in
my breath sharply when he drew them across my belly, and behind me I heard him
chuckle softly. “Ah, I forgot, you’re ticklish…”
“Don’t even
think about it,” I warned him, my stomach muscles clenching at the prospect.
“Think
about what?” His thumb gently skimmed the bottom of one of my breasts and I
relaxed again, closing my eyes blissfully.
“Um. Never
mind…”
“So this is
okay?” he breathed suggestively, surrounding the curve with his hand and
squeezing while stroking the tip with his thumb. His other arm came around my
waist to hitch me closer to him, so close I could feel the conspicuous hard-on
wedged against the small of my back. Even through the sturdy denim of his jeans
I could feel it, thick and solid and very prominent.
“Mm-hmm…” I
arched my back a little, pushing against his thighs with my hands while he
continued his erotic massage with both hands now. I wondered if he could feel
the runaway rhythm of my heart. There was no alarm clock to rudely interrupt us
this time. We had no classes to get to, no place to be and all the infinite
time in the world. At least, it seemed that way. Tomorrow didn’t exist yet. If
I lost myself in the abyss of right now, maybe it would never come.
“Sara…” he
whispered into my hair.
“Hm?”
“Turn over
for me.”
Careful not
to knee him in the jewels, I gingerly shifted my position until I was facing
him, stretched out across the length of his body to look demurely down at him.
“That better?”
“That’s
perfect.” Grasping the back of my head with his hands, he gently captured my
bottom lip between his teeth before pulling me into a deep, hungry kiss that
gained in force as his tongue sought out mine. I welcomed him in willingly.
Pressed against his firm erection, I felt a familiar and desperate ache
building within me. I wanted him to fill that need that had never before been
eased by another person’s touch. I wanted it more than I’d ever wanted anything
in my life. And judging from the intensity of his kiss and the throbbing
hardness beneath me…so did he.
When I
finally pulled away long enough to catch my breath, he took the opportunity to
tug my nightshirt up over my head and toss it across the back of the couch,
leaving me in nothing but a pair of lacy black panties. Then he lowered his
head just enough to latch on to one of my nipples with his mouth. I felt like
screaming with the consummate pleasure of it all. Stripped almost bare and
straddled over the sexiest high school running back in existence - my nightly
fantasies had suddenly come alive in vibrant reality.
“Mm…every
part of you tastes so good.” His tongue traced a few teasing circles before he
caught me in his warm mouth again and sucked gently. God, it was like some kind
of exquisite, exotic torture. My whole body was starting to tremble.
“Are you
cold?” He reached blindly around me for the fleece blanket, but it had fallen
to the floor at some point earlier.
“No, not
really.” I sighed when he wrapped his arms around me and hugged me securely
against him. “So. What happened to ‘friends without benefits’?”
“Fuck that.
You should know by now I have no willpower where you’re concerned.”
Smiling to
myself at his confession, I worked one hand in between our tightly pressed
bodies to slide down to the bulge in his pants. Stroking him through the denim,
I was rewarded with a low groan before he reached down to unsnap his jeans. Oh, heaven help me…this is it, isn’t it?
Hearing my
nearly inaudible gasp, he stopped what he was doing to look up at me with
smoldering eyes. “Yes or no, Sara?”
Allie fell in love with the written word from the
moment she was issued her very first Sally, Dick and Jane book. Born and raised
in Alabama , she now resides in the panhandle
of Florida
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