small-town-romance

I think it's our obligation to play, Honor. It's just a game, so can I kiss you?_"Yes.""Plan on one minute in heaven, Honor." A split second later his lips were on hers.

Give me a few minutes," he said, sounding tired but happy, "before I make good on my promises."She circled his nipple with her finger. "That's a pretty short recovery time.""You inspire me.

I may be clean cut on the outside, but make no mistake." He moved even closer, close enough to see her pulse jump at the base of her neck. "I like to get very, very dirty when nobody's looking.

His smile, a little mischievous around the edges, had her melting into the sand. Then his lips brushed hers, and the stars collided. She cupped his face in her hands and shut her eyes.Kissing had always ranked high on her list of favorite things to do, but Bryce took it to a whole new level. Forget about his mouth on her fingertips, this linked to all her happy zones and more.He'd literally swept her off her feet and his kiss quickened the beat of her heart. His lips were soft and warm and hungry. His kiss moved through her like warm honey, filling all the places inside her that had been cold for so long. He slid his tongue along the seam of her lips, licking her before he pressed further. She willingly opened to him, stroked his tongue, kissed him harder. He groaned. He tasted like champagne and everything good as he delved deeper and committed a full-on assault inside her mouth. His hand gripped her waist. They sank further into the sand.She clutched his shoulders, smoothed her palms down his back. He pulled gruffly away, nipped at her ear. "You have no idea how much I want you," he said.

He caught her elbow before she'd taken more than a few steps. "Are you walking home?""Yes.""It's," he glanced at his watch, "nine o'clock."She shrugged out of his hold and continued on her way. "The Boogeyman doesn't come out until ten, so I'm good.

She was feeling so much all at once and yet she wanted so much more. She wanted Jack__aked__ow. ____ going to leave you, Rose._ She heard the words, but it took a moment for the meaning to register. Leaving? Was He leaving?

Ah, here__ my SUV._ He made sure her dress was tucked into the car before shutting her door. ____l wait for you just down the road and then you can follow me home. Oh, and Jack? This is a one night only invitation. If you__e not okay with that keep on driving.

Rose was drowning in pleasure like she__ never known, just from a kiss. Jack wasn__ touching her any place but on the lips and yet she could feel it on every inch of her body. Long, sure strokes of his tongue made her ache for him to explore the rest of her with equal thoroughness. She needed to touch him, why wasn__ she touching him?

The elevator doors had barely shut before Olivia's fingers were at the buckle of the belt cinching the waist of her trench dress. Drunk on his nearness, she ignored the security camera in the ceiling. It didn't mean a damn thing. Hell, who was she kidding? She was the wild Sweet triplet, the one voted most likely to do anything, and all she wanted to do right now was Mateo.

Jack looked over to the foot of the bed to see Edgar watching them; head cocked to one side and tail wagging furiously. __ou don__ think he saw us, do you?

She stared at him. Her head tipped to the side and she narrowed her eyes. __hat__ the best you can come up with? What kind of platitude is that?_ __ive me a second. I can do better._ He lifted her hand, then reached for her other one. He pulled her close so they stood toe to toe. She shivered a little. He didn__ think it had much to do with the cold. Her arms were bare, but the evening was warm. __verything happens for a reason. God works in mysterious ways. There__ a light at the end of the tunnel.___ou suck at this._ But she was smiling. She was so achingly beautiful. He slid his hands up her arms to her elbows so they were closer still. And then she leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder, and he forgot how to breathe. He stood in the shadows, holding her in his arms, wanting to do the right thing and afraid he__ screw it all up. Her hands nestled the small of his back, thumbs hooked through his belt. Her lips brushed against the sensitive base of his throat. Awareness burned through every single spot her body came in contact with his. This was Danni, all grown up. He wanted one little taste. Just a bit.So he kissed her. And, without a second__ hesitation, she kissed him back. The world around them rocked back on its heels.Then some small noise interrupted__he sound of footsteps, passing too close. He lifted his head, not wanting any intrusion, and the moment ended as fast as it had begun.

But make no mistake about it, Jordan. When the time is right and you're ready" - he trailed his forefinger along the edge of her palm and stilled when she shivered in response - "I have every intention of getting you into bed. And sleeping will have little to do with it.

Relax._ She soothed the rigid line of his jaw with her other hand. __ wouldn__ want you to ruin that beautiful smile by breaking some teeth._ __hen let go of my dick._ Sighing with obvious disappointment, Rose did as he asked. __o you remember what you said to me the night you, you know,_ now was not the time to blush, __ent down on me?_ __weetheart, right now I__ having trouble remembering my name.

The open zipper at the bottom revealed two important details: her ass was as luscious as he had imagined, and she wasn't wearing any panties. His palms started to sweat. How was he supposed to fasten her dress when all he wanted to do was tear it off?

Is there a problem? I mean, I wasn't expecting you, or anyone, tonight."Drew held out a hand to help her from the car, snatching it back when she got out on her own."There is a problem.""What?" He tensed. "Did M.J. come back? Is he giving you trouble?""I can handle my brother."Tyler moved closer. Drew stepped back, his eyes suddenly wary. Sighing she grabbed the front of his t-shirt, the fingers of her other hand threading through his thick, dark hair. Soft. She remembered the feel like it was yesterday. Her hope had been that he would as eager as she was. The attraction was still there, it was time to do something about it. Apparently he wasn't going to make this easy. So she did what she had all those years ago when he wouldn't make the first move__he kissed him first.Prime rib to a starving man. Ten years without even a taste, Drew couldn't help but devour her.The kiss was primal, out of control. Mouths seeking the angle after angle, tongues duelings. And the way Tyler tasted. Sweet and spicy and utterly delicious.In his dreams, he imagined this differently. Slower. He would show her how a man kissed as opposed to the boy he had been. One touch of her lips on his and all those grand plans flew out the window along with any common sense he ever possessed. Tyler was in his arms. Familiar yet new. He needed her and he was never letting go.Drew's hands went under the hem of her shirt slowly sliding up her smooth, hot skin. He could feel the erotic combination of vulnerability and strength in the subtle muscles of her back. She had filled out, they both had. He wanted to spend days discovering all the differences then start all over again, just in case he missed something the first time.The kiss was neverending though the desperation, instead of lessening, scaled higher. He could lift her into his arms, carry her into the house, rip every scrap of clothing from her delicious body and fuck for hours.Fuck. Well, fuck.The word wasn't exactly a bucket of cold water, the desperate heat running through his veins needed more than that. But it did lift the haze. If he didn't stop this right now, there would be no turning back."Tyler."The word sounded foreign, all guttural. His voice was hoarse with passion and his body was calling every swear word known to man. Why are you stopping? Beautiful woman. Willing. Her hands all over you. Right now she was reaching between his legs. The first caress was almost his undoing. It felt so good, so right. No could touch him like Tyler.The sexual haze enveloped him again. Don't fight it, his body urged. Feel her lips on your jaw, your neck. God. Her teeth biting your earlobe. That alone brought him close to going over the top. Damn his good intentions. Talking was way overrated. Pulling her in until their bodies were flush and he could feel every long, luscious inch of her__lastered against him. Drew was going in for another kiss when her words did what his own reasoning couldn't. It wasn't a bucket of cold water, it was a fire hose__urned on full blast."Fuck me, Drew. Right here, up against my car. Let's get this thing done, once and for all.

I must have a screw loose," she muttered under her breath. Satisfied the counter was clean, she squatted down and put the cleaning supplies away in the cabinet beneath the register. "Yup. There's definitely something wrong with me." "Are you looking for confirmation on that?" Jordan's heart hitched in her chest as Gavin's familiar baritone filled the shop. "Or am I supposed to argue with you?

You okay?" He moved past her into the kitchen and deposited his beer bottle in the sink. "You're all flushed." "I'm fine," she said a little too quickly. "It's hot in here, that's all." Oh sure. It was a little hot anywhere he was. The kitchen...the living room... the polar ice caps...

A hot man like that was made for more than friendship.