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 Laurie! 


Can you please contact Helen Lacey on hjlacey (at) bigpond (dot) com to receive your copy of her book!

And now for today's Sunday Smooch from Playing With Forever........

 Country boy, Ryder Davis has the world at his feet. A stellar rugby career, a winning way with women and a beach view that keeps him in blue sky and bikini babes. He's living the dream. The last thing he needs is a Great Dane called Tiny destroying his feng shui. 

Dog whisperer, Juliet Morgan is about to start living her dream and she's counting down the days. In two months she'll finally be moving to Italy and no man's going to stop her this time. Not even a rugby superstar with a badly behaved pooch. 

But when Ryder skids into the animal shelter looking for help Juliet agrees to assist him with his canine issues. Pretty soon they're assisting each other out of their clothes and tumbling headlong into a sex thing with an expiry date. 

Neither of them expected it to become more. But when for now starts to feel like forever Juliet hits the panic button. Ryder knows he has to play the long game and let her walk away. After all it's not over until the final hooter sounds and all's fair in love and rugby. 

Very excited to share that Ryder and Juliet's book is out tomorrow! You can click on the cover to go to a preorder/buy link and have that gorgeous cover on your device pronto!

Scene set-up

Juliet and Ryder have just come from their first dog obedience class with Ryder's temporary flatmate and permanent homewrecker, a Great Dane called Tiny. He's, ostensibly, showing her around his goregous art deco apartment but both of them know there's going to be some canoodling going on. If only it weren't for Tiny....

***language has been tamed to spare blushes***


Had it not been for Tiny taking up all the room between them in the gorgeous, original— exceedingly small—lift, Juliet may well have made the first move then and there. But Tiny was right there, looking at her adoringly, and she had no desire to corrupt a puppy. 

His owner on the other hand... 

The lift eventually creaked to the fourth floor, and Tiny waited patiently for Juliet to exit before he leapt out after her, licking her arm enthusiastically. 

“I know just how he feels,” Ryder said, following at a more sedate pace. 

Juliet looked over her shoulder at him. “You want to lick my arm?” 

“I want to lick every inch of you.” 

She let her gaze wander over his chest and down to his crotch again. “Ditto.”  

Juliet thought she heard him groan or maybe curse under his breath as her head swivelled forward, and she smiled despite the ache between her legs becoming more and more urgent. Leaving here tonight without doing him was going to be torture. But, thanks to her ex, she’d learned to set boundaries with men. To start as she meant to go on. 

She’d told him no sex, and she meant it. If she didn’t respect her own boundaries, how could she expect him to? And it would just make their inevitable coupling the sweeter.  

She waited for him to open the door, the flex of the muscles in his forearm cranking her anticipation to fever pitch. They were mesmerising, the urge to make a start on the licking, strong. The door gave way and Tiny pushed it open, enthusiastically racing into the apartment ahead of them. 

Juliet wasn’t conscious of stepping inside or the interior of his apartment or the door closing behind her, just the thud of her heart, the warm slide of his fingers on her nape, his breath on her cheek, a tangy hint of passionfruit filling her nostrils, the loom of his body as he guided her backwards, the feel of the wall at her shoulder blades.   

Then it was the heat of his mouth, the hungry lick of his tongue and the rumble of his groan. The way his shoulders filled her hands, the solid cage of his chest, the firm span of his hands on her hips.  

The hard, thick length of him.  

Juliet moaned and rubbed herself against him shamelessly. He groaned again, deep and resonant, and she swallowed it up, her arms twining around his neck, her hands tunnelling into his hair, her fingers twisting into it liked she’d fantasised about earlier. Her lips pressed harder, opened wider, branding his mouth with her own. Desperate to take all he was offering and give all she had of herself. 

She clung to him, starving and drowning all at once.   

Two short, loud barks dragged her out of the moment. Ryder too, who groaned as he tore his mouth away.  

“Jesus.”


For a chance to win a digital copy of Playing With Forever, answer me this - ever had a pet ruin a special moment?

Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and a new smooch will be posted!

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