small-town-romance

With a shudder of excitement, and without giving herself a moment to second-guess what she was about to do, she reached up to take his face in her hands and pressed her lips to his. For a frozen moment he didn__ react, and she could feel her heart thudding in her throat, but then he groaned into her mouth and pulled her tightly against him. And God, he was a good kisser. She__ certainly never been kissed with such expertise. Somehow he was making her feel the kiss in places he wasn__ even touching.And then she stopped thinking.

A rush of sensation pulsed through her, lingering long after his touch. The towel quickly fell free. He caught it before it slipped to the ground and slung it over his shoulder. __onsider this your first time,_ he said, his tone low and sultry.Good Lord... Paige could hardly blink. If this was any indication of the doc__ bedside manner, she could only hope for long-term, intensive treatment.

So you__l cheat to win, huh?_____l use any means necessary to win.__er breasts ached at the smoky tone in his voice, like he__ reached out and rolled her nipples between his fingertips.

She hadn__ come for any of that. She came for him. Twenty feet in front of her, leaning back against the waist-high bar, stood the man she__ spent all day tracking down__he infamous Dillon James. The man who would soon have the power to take away everything she held dear.

You must be very secure in your masculinity to parade around in those budgie smugglers.___h, I__ very secure._ He see-sawed the towel over his back. __nd I__ happy to show you the rear view of my budgie smugglers__h wait__ou already saw it when you were checking out my ass.

He held his hand out, palm up, watching her with soft, penetrating eyes, deep, dark eyes that called to her the longer she stared at them. __ow __out you give me the benefit of the doubt every once in a while, hmm? I__ like a chance to prove I__ not that stupid kid anymore.

But baby, you started this._ The hand on her hip tugged her closer, her inner thighs brushing against the smooth fabric pulled taut over his long legs.She tugged at the fingers on her hip, wriggling at the same time, desperate to escape. __nd now I__ ending it._____l decide where it ends,_ he said.

Kezia could__e guessed from the soapy scent wafting over her shoulder. Soap and something else. The XY factor that made some men smell so good you just wanted to lick the nearest inch of available skin.

You__e like this frosting._ She swiped another swirl of it on her finger, stood and leaned forward to touch it to his bottom lip. __retty, momentarily pleasurable, but with no real substance or sustenance.

Then Ben__ mouth descended again and her thoughts, as fickle as tiny fish, swam out of her head. Gentle brushes of his lips turned into more insistent strokes of his mouth. Sexually frustrated widow or not, there was little doubt the man could kiss her into a melted puddle of goo.

The cute little fish had big eyes and a rounded body with black polka dots and fins on either side of him that fluttered like hummingbird wings."He's staring at me.""He knows a beautiful thing when he sees it.

She picked up a taco, took a big bite, and moaned as it made its way down to her stomach. "I want to marry this taco.""Lucky taco."Honor stilled. That voice. That one-of-a-kind masculine scent. Bryce stood right behind her.

I think it's our obligation to play, Honor. It's just a game, so can I kiss you?

He wanted nothing to do with her. He wanted everything to do with her.

She drank in the sight of him, sure that anything so perfect had to be a dream. He seemed bigger with just a towel wrapped around his waist. It was amazing what wonders clothing could hide. Over six feet of long muscled male. Bronzed skin, lightly dusted with hair seemed to glow as he walked towards her. He moved like an athlete. Strong, confident strides that ate up the distance between them in no time. Her hands wanted to touch him, anywhere, everywhere. His impossibly flat, firm stomach seemed to call out for her mouth to trace the ridges; her tongue eagerly memorizing every smooth, muscled inch. __ose the towel._ She wasn__ asking, she was pleading. Jack let the cloth fall to the floor. Eyes wide Rose gasped. Mother Nature had been very kind to Jack Winston, and she was about to be a very grateful beneficiary. __ose, sweetheart,_ Jack stepped back when she would have touched him. __h, come on, Jack,_ she groaned in frustration. ____e been a very good girl. Now it__ time for my reward.

Oh my god.__e didn__ turn or say anything even though the frustration in Honor__ voice made it difficult.__y pants are stuck. I don__ think I can get them off without some help. Jesus, wet jeans are heavy and uncooperative.__ grin stretched across his face. __ou want my help?__he let out a deep breath. __es, but you have to close your eyes.___ou going commando tonight?_ he teased.__o, but__e shut his eyes and turned. She took his outstretched hand and tugged him down to the ground. Once there, she helped him latch on to the bunched up denim at her thighs, he guessed. Do not peek, Bishop. Do not peek.__ut?___y panties are white and now see-through and there__ not a lot to them.___otcha._ There wasn__ a red-blooded man alive who wouldn__ peek. __et__ get these off you._ He pulled, she pushed and wiggled, and he got the pants to her feet in no time.__hank you,_ she said, a little out of breath.__o problem.___ryce!___hat?_ Christ, she had sexy legs, and the barely-there material at their juncture left little to the imagination, so his thoughts leaped to about a dozen dirty scenarios.__our eyes are open!

Regret isn't real," Tuck said. "It's something invented to punish ourselves.

ROSE FELT LIKE she had a neon sign flashing over her head__ooking for a one night stand, only sex gods need apply.