Sunday Smooch with Amy Andrews

Welcome to another LoveCats DownUnder Sunday Smooch!

Today we have a smooch from  Amy Andrews but first 


... the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is Lynlinwill Williams!




Can you please contact Sue MacKay on sue.mackay56 (at) yahoo (dot) com to receive your copy of  - A Family This Christmas.


And now for today's Sunday Smooch from It Happened One Night Shift

Five years ago brooding ex-military medic Gareth Stapleton lost his beloved wife to breast cancer. Since then, he's kept his distance from everything and everyone. Until Dr Billie Ashworth-Keyes waltzes into his life and turns it upside-down… Gareth is intrigued by the vivacious ER doc, but he knows she's off-limits. Then, one night shift, Gareth finds himself locked in the hottest kiss of his life! Suddenly, he realises that Billie is exactly what he needs to make his days - and nights - a lot more meaningful!

Scene set-up

Billie and Gareth (my first ever male nurse hero - soooo excited!!) have just fought and lost the battle to save a young man's life and Billie is thrown by it. Gareth goes to her place to check she's okay and one thing leads to another...

“Do you want another beer?” she asked as the silence grew between them.

Gareth roused himself. Two beers around this woman would not be a wise move. He’d been dreaming about her in his bed for days now. The last thing he needed was anything that loosened his inhibitions and ruined his common sense. “No. I should get going.”

Billie quelled the urge to protest the notion out loud. She didn’t want him to go. And she didn’t think he wanted to go either.

He hadn’t come in and sat opposite her and spent the whole time lecturing her about getting too involved in her job whilst drinking tea. He’d sat next to her, drunk a beer, listened to her talk.

And he’d been right. It was better to be around people who understood how you were feeling after a particularly harrowing day at work. People who had been right there, side-by-side with you.

They were debriefing. Being human.

But she wanted more. And maybe, for tonight – after everything she’d been through today - that was possible?

His palm was flat against his leg and Billie tentatively slid her hand onto his. “Don’t go.”

     
Gareth looked down at Billie’s hand. It was pale compared to his. There were no rings. No finger nail polish. No fuss. Just like the rest of her.

His heart thrummed in his chest. Not just at her touch but at what she was offering. He swallowed hard. His interest was already making itself felt inside his underwear.

There were only so many denials in him.

He looked up at her, his speech ready to go on his lips, the words he’d said to her the other morning in the car about being in different places easy to repeat. But she didn’t give him the chance. She edged closer, pushed her hand higher.

“Gareth,” she murmured.

And any words he’d been about to say died on his lips as she pressed her mouth to his.

He sucked in a breath at her boldness and his senses filled with her. Not banana daiquiri this time. Something much more seductive. Red wine and lip gloss. Every nerve ending in his belly snapped taut as her mouth opened, her tongue touched his bottom lip. She pressed herself closer, her thigh aligning with his, her shoulder brushing his.

“Kiss me,” she whispered, her lips leaving his, travelling along the line of his jaw, nuzzling his ear lobe, pulling it into her mouth. A hot flush of goose bumps prickled at his skin and he shut his eyes to their seduction.

“Kiss me,” she repeated, her breath hot in his ear, her voice a sexy whimper, full and wanton. “I know I shouldn’t want you,” she groaned, her lips heading back to his mouth. “But I can’t stop.”

Her mouth claimed his again and there was nothing light and teasing about it. She opened her mouth and dragged him in, sucking him into the kiss and dumping him in the middle of a thousand carnal delights.

The slim thread of his resistance snapped so loud Gareth swore it could be heard ricocheting off the walls. He groaned, stabbed his fingers into her hair and yanked her head closer.

“Damn it, Billie.”

And then he had the con. The kiss was his to master and he did, taking control, steering the course, opening his mouth wide and demanding she do the same. Seeking her tongue and finding it, duelling with it. He grabbed her then, sliding his hands around her waist, pulling her towards him, putting his hand on a knee, parting her legs, urging her to straddle him which she did with complete abandon, rubbing herself against him as their hips aligned perfectly. 

Her hands glided to his cheeks as he settled her onto him and from her vantage point above him she returned his kiss. Twisting her head to meet his demands, moaning when his tongue thrust inside her. Would this be how she sounded when his tongue thrust inside her at a point significantly lower than her mouth?

Would she moan? Would she whimper? Would she gasp?

Would she squirm against him like she was now, trying to ramp up the friction between them by rubbing herself back and forth along the length of his erection?

He didn’t know. But he sure as hell wanted to find out.

 

To win a paperback copy of It Happened One Night Shift tell me in the comments if you've ever had a crush on someone you've worked with.

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