Stir Me Up
by Sabrina Elkins
Release Date: 10/01/13
Cami Broussard has her future all figured out. She'll finish her senior year of high school, then go to work full-time as an apprentice chef in her father's French restaurant, alongside her boyfriend, Luke. But then twenty-year-old ex-Marine Julian Wyatt comes to live with Cami's family while recovering from serious injuries. And suddenly Cami finds herself questioning everything she thought she wanted.
Julian's all attitude, challenges and intense green-brown eyes. But beneath that abrasive exterior is a man who just might be as lost as Cami's starting to feel. And Cami can't stop thinking about him. Talking to him. Wanting to kiss him. He's got her seriously stirred up. Her senior year has just gotten a lot more complicated….
Sabrina Elkins, author of Stir Me Up, has also worked as a journalist, movie copywriter and prep cook. She graduated from USC and currently lives with her husband and three children in the greater Los Angeles area.
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“Come on,” Julian says. “Let’s dance.”
The place is massive, like a warehouse, and packed with people. A techno dance hall; rhythm is blasting from huge speakers; the smoky air is cut with flashing multicolored lasers; there’s an elevated DJ stand up front and above this a video screen shows a mix of people dancing at beaches, by pools, on boats, in clubs, on top of bars. Julian follows me out to the dance floor and we’re caught in a wave of noise and motion. He’s behind me with his hands on my hips. I move against him, getting swept up in the beat and the dancing is around us and up on the screen and the music is like a great pulse thrumming inside me, my hands drift down, over his and he starts kissing my neck, I push my rear harder against him, his grip on me tightens and the music squeezes through small spaces and lasers flash through the haze and the bodies around us give off heat and we’re filmed in sweat and surging sound and my head is thrown back on Julian’s shoulder, and still the music and lights and smoke and motion, the sounds flip and whirl together.
By the time we reach the car, I’m hot and loose and my ears are ringing; the ride home is a blur of longing; finally, we stumble into Julian’s room. “I want you,” he says.
“Hi,” I manage.
The door opens wider. I slip inside, and I’m instantly pinned to the wall by Julian’s free arm and body. “Estella’s asleep?” he asks.
“I... ” His kiss leaves me breathless; my arms are wrapped around him. His balance is better now, but distantly I worry about him falling again. My legs may give out also. “Ahh... ”
“Come to bed.”