Today we have a smooch from Sue MacKay from
A Family This Christmas
The greatest gift of all...
The sleepy town of Havelock is the last place Dr Jenny Bostock wanted to get stuck over the holidays. Her whole trip was designed to escape the heartbreak of a family Christmas. But when adorable twin boys crash into her on the skateboards - closely followed by their stressed-out (and seriously sexy) single dad, Dr Cameron Roberts - Jenny's forced to put her travelling plans on hold. And the longer she stays with Cameron and the twins, the harder it is to leave...
The scene setup -
After a previous disastrous attempt to cook the family dinner Jenny has had help from a friend of Cam's, and diner's been a success. But Jenny knows she's supposed to be arranging to move on, the sooner the better, despite still being on crutches with a broken ankle. Funny but every day she keeps putting off leaving for another twenty four hours.
Smooch -
Cam's
gaze followed her hands as she rubbed up and down, working her fingers into the
tight muscles. He swallowed hard and pressed his lips tight. The plates in his
hands banged onto the bench. She bit down on the reluctant smile about to break
across her mouth. It wouldn’t do for him to know she’d noticed his reaction.
They couldn’t follow through. Because of the children. Because she wasn’t
ready. Because she was leaving and flings, even very short ones, weren’t on her
agenda. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t find some sweet pleasure in having
him a little bit attracted to her.
He
made her feel alive again, reminded her she was a woman, not just someone
traipsing the country looking for forgiveness and the incentive to return to
medicine.
The only
person who has to forgive you is you.
The
salt and pepper shakers dropped from her hand onto the table with a bang. What?
Where had that dumb idea come from? Not her, that’s for certain. Mum and Dad
must hold her responsible for Alison’s death. Didn’t they? They’d never come
out and said so but she’d been the only person there when it had happened so,
of course, she should’ve been able to do something to save Alison.
‘Jenny?
What is it?’ Cam was at her side, pushing her gently back onto the chair she’d
just risen from. ‘What’s going on?’
She
snapped her mouth shut before she could spill the words that would tell him
what a dreadful sister she’d been, not to mention a useless doctor. That would
certainly remove any hint of attraction he might feel for her, and she really
didn’t want to lose that. Not yet. In a few days’ time when she went away she’d
deal with that. But not tonight. Not now. ‘I’m fine. Just moved too fast and
cricked my ankle.’
Cam
made his usual move and pressed a finger under her chin, raising her face so he
could lock eyes with her. ‘Try again. I don’t believe it.’ There was nothing
but concern and compassion looking out at her, but she wouldn’t fall for it.
She had to be strong. Despite telling him about the accident that had taken
Alison, she’d not filled him in on all the gruesome details and she wasn’t
about to start. They were her horrors to deal with, no one else’s. Especially
not this man’s, who’d done nothing but show her kindness.
Pushing
his hand aside, she stood again. ‘Then we’ll have to agree to disagree.’
Snatching up the salt and pepper, she slipped past him into the kitchen and
started rinsing off dishes. Please go and find another chore to do, preferably one in
another room. Leave me to myself for a bit. I’ll come right quicker that way.
But
when she turned around Cam stood right there in front of her, that concerned
expression on his face changing, morphing into…? ‘What?’
‘Jenny.’
His hands touched her cheeks, oh, so lightly. ‘You’re beautiful,’ he whispered,
as he moved his head closer.
This
wasn’t what she’d meant when she’d wanted him to find another chore. This was…
She leaned closer. This was… The air seemed to vibrate between them. Those
brown eyes were locked on hers, watching, waiting, wanting. This was—is—right.
Her
mouth brushed those lips she’d been dreaming for days of kissing. Brushing her
mouth over Cam’s wasn’t enough. Hunger gripped her. Thankfully Cam began
kissing her properly, hard and soft, demanding and giving. Knee-buckling
sensations tore through her like wildfire. Heat rose to warm her face. Wrapping
her arms around him, she held on for dear life, kissing him back as hard and
soft, as demanding and giving as he kissed her. His mouth was hot, hot, hot.
His hands on her waist were hot. His chest pressing against her breasts was
hard and hot.
And
lower down something else seemed to be heating up too, definitely hardening if
that bulge pushing into her stomach was anything to go by. How did two mouths
touching cause wild reactions south of their waists? Because right in her
centre that heat had turned molten, setting her muscles to squeezing and her
hormones dancing.
‘Yuck,
they’re kissing.’
‘Don’t
look. That’s gross.’
Cam
set her back from him so fast it took a moment to regain her equilibrium.
Marcus and Andrew. Oh, hell. Now they’d blown it. What were the boys going to
think about this? A quick look at Cam told her he already regretted coming near
her. The heat suffusing her body rapidly chilled down to cool. Great. She’d
definitely be packing her bag now. Hopefully Cam would wait until the morning
before kicking her out on the street.
Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and the next smooch will be posted!
WOW I loved that smooch Sue I need to read this one :)
ReplyDeleteI can't recall ever having an accident that has disrupted plans but if one bought me into contact with Cam well :)
Have Fun
Helen
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DeleteThanks, Helen. I enjoyed writing this kiss knowing that those two boys had to play a role. :)
Deleteno nothing like that has happened but I like the sound of this one ----Lyn
ReplyDeleteNothing like kids to disrupt things.
DeleteWe blew a tire on the way to see Les Miserables (not the movie) . Luckily, we had a spare and we got to the show just in time.
ReplyDeleteYou'd have been sweating you'd miss the show, Tammy. Glad you made it.
DeleteA wonderful smooch thank you.
ReplyDeleteI've learned to be flexible over the years. Stuff will invariably happen & does.
Love your attitude, Mary. You're so right, we can't change everything.
DeleteFifteen years ago, my husband and I, along with our kids then 14 and 12, were driving 4.5 hours away for my girlfriend's 40th birthday. (We had/have been friends since Kindergarten, so now it's 50 years of friendship!) None of us really wanted to go (but I NEEDED to be there instead), but since we were stuck going, we might as well visit my sister 3 hours away on the way back (getting two things off our list at once, when we didn't really want to visit her either).
ReplyDeleteWe got closer to our capital city when there was suddenly a diversion. (We later learned that a man had been walking on the "interstate" and been hit by several vehicles, thereby stopping traffic for several hours.) Bumper to bumper we went, trying different routes (just like everyone else).
Back in those days, we had a CB radio in our car, and we were listening to the truckers' comments, hoping for a good lead. Next thing we knew, we heard a trucker say, clear as a bell, "Can you believe that idiot driving down the ditch? He just passed me and turned into the gas station!" We looked out our car and actually saw that car driving in the ditch and turning in, so we had an idea which truck driver was talking.
On and on we went, following the truckers. At one point, we saw a man standing outside the passenger side of a truck, peeing on the side of the road - and THAT is what my children remember from Aunt Heather's birthday party! They don't remember the people in her backyard, nor the food or presents. They just remember being almost at a stop in traffic, watching and watching and watching someone pee....
Oh yeah. They also remember us stopping at Burger King to freshen up once we were within 5 minutes of the party, and we met up with Aunt Heather's mom and sister-in-law in the bathroom, while the guys met up with her dad and brother in the men's room.
That's a great story, Laney. I love the things memories are made from, and they're not what we all expect at times.
DeleteGreat smooch, Sue! I'm lucky that I haven't had too many plans foiled by accidents although I did call my boyfriend once (now husband) to find out why he hadn't arrived for our date only to find out he'd been in a car accident involving a kangaroo and had totaled his car - very scary!!
ReplyDeleteOoh, ouch. Not good, Stefanie. But you got your man.
ReplyDeleteHot smooch, Sue! Poor Jenny and Cam! They've got such great chemistry going - you must have had fun writing the kids interrupting them!
ReplyDeleteI'm having a blank moment about plans foiled by an accident - though I'm sure there must have been the odd occasions where the unexpected meant a last minute change. Must have only been small things though, so I'm lucky too!