Welcome to another LoveCats DownUnder Sunday Smooch!
... the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is Therese Dunham!
Therese, can you please contact Amy on: amy (at) amyandrews (dot) com (dot) au to receive your copy of Playing the Player.
And now for today's Sunday Smooch from Michelle Douglas...
Road Trip With the Eligible Bachelor has been repackaged in a gorgeous new duet with fellow LoveCat Ally Blake's The Magnate's Indecent Proposal. It hits the shelves in Australia and New Zealand next month. :-)
Quinn Laverty and her young sons are planning to start a new life on the other side of the country! With her family abandoning her, and her ex choosing wealth and privilege over fatherhood, her boys are all she's got.
But when an airline strike interferes with her plans, Quinn finds herself taking the car and up-and-coming politician Aidan Fairhall to Sydney. And trapped together on a weeklong road trip, opposites Quinn and Aidan begin the most unexpected and life-changing journey of their lives.
Scene
set-up: Quinn and Aidan are at a remote campsite in the middle of
nowhere and the boys are safely in bed. They've all been planning what
they'll do when they finally cross the Nullabor Plain and hit the big
city. However, Quinn and Aidan's playful flirting takes a serious
turn...
One side of his mouth hooked up in a slow, wicked smile. He still held her hand. ‘I’m looking forward to hitting the town with you.’
She should pull her hand free. ‘Why?’
He tugged her a little closer. ‘Do you dance?’
Her breath caught in her chest, making her heart thud. ‘Like you wouldn’t believe.’
‘I’m better,’ he promised.
‘We’ll see about that.’
‘What’s your favourite cocktail?’
‘A Margarita. Yours?’
‘A whiskey sour.’
His thumb caressed the soft skin at her wrist. ‘Can you play blackjack?’
‘With the best of them.’ The nearest she’d come to gambling was the odd flutter on the Melbourne Cup. ‘Although I prefer roulette.’
‘I’m going to take you out dancing and gambling and drinking.’
He was?
‘And I’m going to kiss you.’
And then his mouth came down on hers in the dark of the night, hot and demanding, and it stole her breath. His kiss wasn’t polite or quiet. It was dark and thrilling and she threw all sense of caution to the wind, winding her arms about his neck and kissing him back.
He pulled her in closer, trapping her between lean, powerful thighs, and deepened the kiss. She didn’t resist. His hands curved about her hips and explored them completely, boldly and oh-so-impolitely. She moved against him restlessly as the thrill became a dark throb in her blood. Thrusting her hands into his hair, she held him still to thoroughly explore a mouth that set her on fire, inciting him to further bold explorations of her body with hands that seemed to know exactly what she craved.
Aidan’s kiss made her feel impulsive and young.
It made her feel beautiful.
It made her feel all woman.
She broke off to gulp air into starved lungs. His lips found her throat—no butterfly whispers here, just hot, wet grazes and suckles that built the inferno growing inside her. His hands were beneath her dress, cupping her buttocks, kneading and pleasing and building that inferno. Her hands went to the waistband of his shorts—
Wait.
No, no, she didn’t want to wait. She wanted to lose herself in sheer sensation. She wanted to forget her troubles and soar away in mindless and delirious pleasure. Oh, please let her…
Ask the question.
She froze. Aidan’s clever, heat-inducing, pleasure-seeking fingers started to move and she knew that in a moment she would be lost. Totally and completely.
With a groan of pure frustration, she slapped her hands over the top of his, the fabric of her dress between them. ‘I have to ask a question.’
One side of his mouth hooked up in a slow, wicked smile. He still held her hand. ‘I’m looking forward to hitting the town with you.’
She should pull her hand free. ‘Why?’
He tugged her a little closer. ‘Do you dance?’
Her breath caught in her chest, making her heart thud. ‘Like you wouldn’t believe.’
‘I’m better,’ he promised.
‘We’ll see about that.’
‘What’s your favourite cocktail?’
‘A Margarita. Yours?’
‘A whiskey sour.’
His thumb caressed the soft skin at her wrist. ‘Can you play blackjack?’
‘With the best of them.’ The nearest she’d come to gambling was the odd flutter on the Melbourne Cup. ‘Although I prefer roulette.’
‘I’m going to take you out dancing and gambling and drinking.’
He was?
‘And I’m going to kiss you.’
And then his mouth came down on hers in the dark of the night, hot and demanding, and it stole her breath. His kiss wasn’t polite or quiet. It was dark and thrilling and she threw all sense of caution to the wind, winding her arms about his neck and kissing him back.
He pulled her in closer, trapping her between lean, powerful thighs, and deepened the kiss. She didn’t resist. His hands curved about her hips and explored them completely, boldly and oh-so-impolitely. She moved against him restlessly as the thrill became a dark throb in her blood. Thrusting her hands into his hair, she held him still to thoroughly explore a mouth that set her on fire, inciting him to further bold explorations of her body with hands that seemed to know exactly what she craved.
Aidan’s kiss made her feel impulsive and young.
It made her feel beautiful.
It made her feel all woman.
She broke off to gulp air into starved lungs. His lips found her throat—no butterfly whispers here, just hot, wet grazes and suckles that built the inferno growing inside her. His hands were beneath her dress, cupping her buttocks, kneading and pleasing and building that inferno. Her hands went to the waistband of his shorts—
Wait.
No, no, she didn’t want to wait. She wanted to lose herself in sheer sensation. She wanted to forget her troubles and soar away in mindless and delirious pleasure. Oh, please let her…
Ask the question.
She froze. Aidan’s clever, heat-inducing, pleasure-seeking fingers started to move and she knew that in a moment she would be lost. Totally and completely.
With a groan of pure frustration, she slapped her hands over the top of his, the fabric of her dress between them. ‘I have to ask a question.’
Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and a smooch from Stefanie London's Mr Dangerously Sexy will be posted!
