Today we have a smooch from Sue MacKay but first
... the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is Tammy
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And now for today's Sunday Smooch from The Midwife's Son
Juggling her career and her adorable little son Nicholas, midwife Jessica has no time for men! Yet when hot-shot international doctor Jackson Wilson sweeps her off her feet at a wedding Jess can't resist spending the night with the dishy doc! Jackson's only in Golden Bay temporarily, but Jess soon begins to dream of so much more.
At the wedding Jess has been drinking quite a lot of champagne and is joined at her table by the bride's brother, who produces another bottle of the delicious bubbles. They haven't seen each other for fourteen years and are happy to catch up on each other's news, but soon the champagne is working its magic and they have left for Jess's house and privacy.
Jess didn’t bother with lights. ‘There’s enough light from the full moon to see what we need to see. The rest we can do by touch.’ Her laughter was soft and warm, touching him in a way none of the sophisticated women he’d bedded had. Was this shy Jessica? Or fun Jessica?
‘Where are the glasses?’ he asked as he popped the cork on the champagne.
‘Come with me.’ She reached for his hand. Being tugged through the small house by this gorgeous woman with only moonlight to see by was a breath-taking experience, heightening his senses—and his growing need for her.
Jess’s slim outline with those just-right curves was outlined by her gown. Her backside shaped the fabric to perfection, her hips flared the almost skin-tight skirt subtly. ‘How are you going to get out of that dress?’
They’d reached the kitchen, where she removed two champagne glasses from a cupboard and handed them to him. Her mouth curved into a delicious, cat-like smile. ‘That’s your job.’
Give me strength. He wouldn’t last the distance. ‘Right.’
Just then she turned, pressed up against him, her thighs pushing against his, her lush breasts squashed against the hard wall of his chest. Her hands slid around his neck and pulled his head down so her mouth covered his. His pulse went from normal to a thousand in a flash. Wrapping his free arm around her, he hauled her close.
‘Gawd, Jess. Keep this up and we’ll be over before we’ve started.’
Her mouth pulled back barely enough for her to reply, ‘And your problem is?’
‘Why did we stop to get glasses?’ His lips claimed hers again. She tasted sweet, exciting, sexy. She tasted of what he so badly needed right now. Of freedom and oblivion. Of recovery.
What is your favourite wine? Mine is definitely champagne, and not just at special occasions.
Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and a smooch from Amy Andrew's 200 Harley St: The Tortured Hero will be posted!