Today we have a smooch from Waking Up With His Runaway Bride by Louisa George, but first ...
the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is -- Clare Scott!
Congratulations, Clare! Can you please contact Robyn at
robyn (dot) grady (dot) author @ gmail dot com ... and she'll send you a copy of Strictly Temporary.
And now for today's Sunday Smooch from Waking Up With His Runaway Bride by Louisa George...
Back cover blurb...
[Set up...Connor is in town to assess Mim's business- her future is in his hands - yep, the same guy she ran out on three years ago. Now she's lost a bet to him too. Her penalty? A one hour salsa lesson...]
Common sense told her to walk away.
That being so close to him was spectacularly foolish. Any dealings with Connor needed to be based on work, not on a silly wager and definitely not a dance lesson where she’d have his hot skin under her fingertips.
He’d made her cross, although she realized now that was just a jumble of emotions all caught up in being with him. A smokescreen for desire. She tried to cling on to the anger, to formulate a resistance to him based on that.
She put her hand on the hard wall of his chest to push away from him. Felt the raging thunder of his heart. The full force of his heat burnt her fingers but she couldn’t draw them away. Not now. This was too real. Too raw.
Blatant need zipped between them. Pressure throbbed through her body to fever pitch. She reached up to touch his mouth. Couldn’t stop. No matter what. She had to run her fingers over those lips.
He grabbed her wrist and his gaze fixed on her. Held her captive.
‘I want to kiss you, Mim.’ It was more groan than words, a deep low sound that tugged at her abdomen and sent rivers of desire skittering through her.
She drew in a breath to fight against the heat swelling through her. ‘No.’
‘Why not?’
She couldn’t think of a rational reason. Her brain was filled with him, his closeness.
Kissing him was inevitable. Had been since he walked back into her life. Whatever would happen after that she didn’t know. Right now she didn’t care. She just wanted to touch him, feel him, taste him again. ‘Do you have a procedure manual for that?’
‘Thought I’d go with you on this. Gut feeling.’
‘Tut tut,’ she breathed. ‘Breaking rules again.’
His mouth grazed hers, slowly at first, tracing a line across her bottom lip. His hand cupped her neck as he pulled her to him, pressing his hard body against her.
Resistance was futile. No man had ever had this effect on her. It was all or nothing with Connor, no middle ground. And she wanted it all.
Right now.
Nothing mattered now except tasting him again. She opened her mouth to his, felt a surge of pleasure ripple through her as his tongue licked against hers.Yes, this was foolish. It was deliciously losing control. For the first time in too many years, she felt so alive, in his arms.
Desire made her bolder. She pulled him closer, ran her hands down his back, ripped the T-shirt from his jeans. Pressed her breasts against his chest, grazed her nipples against the thick cotton. Shafts of need arced through her as he kissed a trail from her mouth to her neck.
Lilting salsa music filtered through from the lounge, cementing her focus. The dance lesson. The bet.
She dragged her neck away from his delicious nibbles. ‘I am still cross. You are so not off the hook...’
Have you ever won or lost a bet that changed your life?
Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced -- and a smooch from Heart Of The Valley by Cathryn Hein will be posted!
