| Author: | Laura B. Cooper | ISBN: | 9781310804816 |
| Publisher: | Sea Island Press | Publication: | May 15, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Laura B. Cooper |
| ISBN: | 9781310804816 |
| Publisher: | Sea Island Press |
| Publication: | May 15, 2014 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Morgan can’t fight the passion she feels for the best man at her sister’s wedding. He’s tall, dark, and absolutely heart stopping. And now that it’s finally time for the party to end, she waits in the airport to say goodbye to Jeff… but she just can’t do it. With only two hours to spare before her flight leaves for home and his flight leaves for Afghanistan, they race to the nearest hotel to consummate their immediate and intense romance.
Jeff Hargrave does nothing but think of her during the next five years he spends abroad, and with the conclusion of his tours he’s come home with a plan.
Morgan races to her sister’s side as she prepares to deliver her first child, and she’s shocked when Jeff meets her at the airport. Once again his smoky passionate touches her, sending her reeling right back into his arms. But Jeff isn’t the only one with surprises to yield. Morgan has a surprise for him… and she brought pictures.
Approximately 10,930 words.
Excerpt:
The woman mumbled incoherent words before just handing him the key card. As he turned around and placed his monstrous hands on my lower back I saw her turn positively fuchsia. I imagine she must think I’m a prostitute, and my black business suit must confirm that for her. I’d wanted to look sexy today; I had every intention of seducing him before we parted ways. The kissing, touching, and ear nibbling had built up to this moment and my body was screaming for him. There was nothing I could do but go along.
When the elevator began to rise he captured me in his arms, my head rested snugly against his rib cage. Muscles of tuned steel rippled beneath his shirt and my hands flashed out to touch him. The ridges below his breasts and the tightness of his abdomen riled me; already I could feel the steam coming from the opening in my shirt. My hands ran lower to touch below his belt for the first time. He pressed against me tightly, running his tongue in circles on the nape of my neck as I felt between his thighs. His thighs were thick, and beneath the camouflage and I’d felt baseball bats that were thinner than the pulsing organ that leapt at the pressure of my hand.
Lifting me into his arms his lips met mine again, now kissing with the promise of release. I’m not even really sure why we waited to do this. Carson and Steve’s wedding was three days ago, and the spark had been there from the moment our eyes met. My passion and critical need of him was evident in the pounding between my own thighs. I couldn’t even fathom how I’d fit his considerable girth inside me, but I was on my way to find out.
He slid the key card through the lock and carried me into the room. He didn’t hesitate to shut the door and carried me directly to the bed; with haste his hands rushed my thighs pushing my skirt up to my waist. Red lace panties greeted him and I waited for his expression. I could have sworn I saw a flame in his dark eyes that met the color to the exact shade. He fell to his knees in front of me, still looming like a giant bear against the soft décor of our room. The click of the door told me that it had closed on its own; the sound reverberated as I watched him staring down at me in silence. I wish he’d say something.
“You’re beautiful,” his voice was thick and raspy.
I smiled and reached for him, pulling him down between my thighs in an effort to show him what I wanted. Wide fingers ran lightly along the waistband before hooking into them at the side of my hips. He pulled them slowly, revealing my body to him a little at a time. A nervous laugh escaped my lips and he looked up at me in question. Seeing me shiver he stopped his touch. “This isn’t right. Here, stand up.”
He pulled my hands so that I stood in front of him. I studied the pink half moons beneath his fingernails as he removed my jacket then issued a kiss for each space of skin divulged as he unbuttoned my shirt.
Morgan can’t fight the passion she feels for the best man at her sister’s wedding. He’s tall, dark, and absolutely heart stopping. And now that it’s finally time for the party to end, she waits in the airport to say goodbye to Jeff… but she just can’t do it. With only two hours to spare before her flight leaves for home and his flight leaves for Afghanistan, they race to the nearest hotel to consummate their immediate and intense romance.
Jeff Hargrave does nothing but think of her during the next five years he spends abroad, and with the conclusion of his tours he’s come home with a plan.
Morgan races to her sister’s side as she prepares to deliver her first child, and she’s shocked when Jeff meets her at the airport. Once again his smoky passionate touches her, sending her reeling right back into his arms. But Jeff isn’t the only one with surprises to yield. Morgan has a surprise for him… and she brought pictures.
Approximately 10,930 words.
Excerpt:
The woman mumbled incoherent words before just handing him the key card. As he turned around and placed his monstrous hands on my lower back I saw her turn positively fuchsia. I imagine she must think I’m a prostitute, and my black business suit must confirm that for her. I’d wanted to look sexy today; I had every intention of seducing him before we parted ways. The kissing, touching, and ear nibbling had built up to this moment and my body was screaming for him. There was nothing I could do but go along.
When the elevator began to rise he captured me in his arms, my head rested snugly against his rib cage. Muscles of tuned steel rippled beneath his shirt and my hands flashed out to touch him. The ridges below his breasts and the tightness of his abdomen riled me; already I could feel the steam coming from the opening in my shirt. My hands ran lower to touch below his belt for the first time. He pressed against me tightly, running his tongue in circles on the nape of my neck as I felt between his thighs. His thighs were thick, and beneath the camouflage and I’d felt baseball bats that were thinner than the pulsing organ that leapt at the pressure of my hand.
Lifting me into his arms his lips met mine again, now kissing with the promise of release. I’m not even really sure why we waited to do this. Carson and Steve’s wedding was three days ago, and the spark had been there from the moment our eyes met. My passion and critical need of him was evident in the pounding between my own thighs. I couldn’t even fathom how I’d fit his considerable girth inside me, but I was on my way to find out.
He slid the key card through the lock and carried me into the room. He didn’t hesitate to shut the door and carried me directly to the bed; with haste his hands rushed my thighs pushing my skirt up to my waist. Red lace panties greeted him and I waited for his expression. I could have sworn I saw a flame in his dark eyes that met the color to the exact shade. He fell to his knees in front of me, still looming like a giant bear against the soft décor of our room. The click of the door told me that it had closed on its own; the sound reverberated as I watched him staring down at me in silence. I wish he’d say something.
“You’re beautiful,” his voice was thick and raspy.
I smiled and reached for him, pulling him down between my thighs in an effort to show him what I wanted. Wide fingers ran lightly along the waistband before hooking into them at the side of my hips. He pulled them slowly, revealing my body to him a little at a time. A nervous laugh escaped my lips and he looked up at me in question. Seeing me shiver he stopped his touch. “This isn’t right. Here, stand up.”
He pulled my hands so that I stood in front of him. I studied the pink half moons beneath his fingernails as he removed my jacket then issued a kiss for each space of skin divulged as he unbuttoned my shirt.
