Today I am so pleased to welcome A.M. Johnson to Joyfully Jay. Amanda has come to talk to us about her latest release, Dear Mr. Brody. She has also brought along a great giveaway. Please join me in giving her a big welcome!
Risking ruining everything, I grasped his chin, gently urging him to look at me. It took him a second to yield, but his conflicted gaze eventually found mine.
“You did what you wanted. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“It’s wrong… if you were anyone else, it wouldn’t be an issue. But we shouldn’t have, I shouldn’t have—”
“Stop, alright… Fuck, forget about all that shit for two seconds. Tell me how you feel, how it felt…” I smiled when he bit his lip. His hot breath fanned over the tip of my thumb as I brushed it along the curve of his mouth. “Kissing a man… Kissing me.”
He raised a hand and trailed it across the arch of my cheek, the small touch writing a blazing line of heat down my spine.
“It was…” he took a breath, his eyes closing as his hand settled on my neck. “Nothing has ever felt this right.” His dark lashes slowly parted again, and he watched me for what seemed like an infinite number of minutes, hours, hell if I knew, all I wanted was to kiss him again. “I don’t know what to do.”
Never taking my eyes off his, I brought our lips together. Cautious and slightly timid, he kissed me back. This kiss wasn’t like the last, desperate, and clinging like the storm of indecision might rip us apart. This kiss was a hint of maybe, an exploration of what could be. It wasn’t frantic and hopeless. It was trust me, as my tongue dove into his mouth, it was let it happen, as his finger curled through the belt loop in my jeans, it was I want to show you everything, as I sucked on his bottom lip.
Donovan kissed the corner of my mouth, my cheek, before resting his forehead against my brow. “I need to think.”
“Thinking sounds pretty awful.”
His chuckle resonated inside my chest.
“I can’t believe it was you,” he whispered, cupping my face in his hands. A pink shadow made its way up his neck to his cheeks. “But as much as I want to say I wish it wasn’t, I can’t. I fucking can’t, and it’s killing me.”
“After December, it will be a moot point.”
“We don’t know that. I never planned on dating a student, so I’m not one-hundred percent sure of the policy.”
“You want to date me?” I teased, my smirk growing the deeper he blushed.
“I didn’t say that, Mr. Mills.”
“Fuck, that turns me on.” I pressed our hips together and his hands fell to my waist. His body responded and I grinned, loving the effect I had on him.
“Yeah?” he asked, his smile vulnerable as he leaned in and brushed his lips over mine.
Caught in the moment, it took longer than it should have for us to realize we had an audience.
Someone cleared their throat, and Donovan’s body went rigid.
“I… uh… just need to get by.”
“Oh God… Sorry.” Instead of pushing me away, he pulled me close, hiding my profile against his neck.
“Don’t be…” The woman’s voice held a hint of humor. “I’m sorry to interrupt.”
As she walked past us, he released his death grip on my waist. She got into the car behind Van’s, and I could’ve sworn he’d held his breath until she’d pulled out of the parking lot.
“Not everyone knows you’re my teacher,” I said, and he exhaled a sigh.
“This is why we shouldn’t do this.”
Shouldn’t. Not can’t.
I grabbed onto the word like a lifeline.
“We can figure it out.” Not giving him any room to argue, I said, “Not everything has to be decided this very second. Enjoy the kiss, Van. Enjoy this.”
For Him, Book 3
I never meant for any of this to happen, to fall for you. It doesn’t matter that we’re both adults, or how much we want this to work. The college policy is clear. I can’t see a way around this without one of us getting hurt. If I would’ve known who you were when we met online, I would have never pursued a relationship. I’m new to all of this, and besides my daughter, getting to know you has been the best thing to ever happen to me. But I can’t make you hide again. I won’t. It’s not fair to either of us.
Dear Mr. Brody,
You’re right, we are adults. I’m twenty-four years old, and I think I can decide for myself what’s best for me. If this is about you losing your job, I’ll walk away. But if this is you trying to protect me, then you’re an idiot. I want you. I care about you. My past isn’t an issue. What we’re doing… it isn’t the same thing. If we have to hide, so be it. I’m not ready to let you go.
Your Lost Boy,
Amanda is an award winning and best selling author of LGBTQIA and contemporary romance and fiction. She lives in Utah with her family where she moonlights as a nurse on the weekends and hikes in the mountains as much as possible.
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