My first story of 2010.
Maxine Turner needs an expert to make the home she’s inherited a safe place for a single woman to live. Captain Ryan Claymore, now ex-Marine and owner of the local security installation firm, needs advertising and web design for his company.
Ryan is intrigued enough by Max’s enthusiasm for life, and her commitment to family to reconsider his decision to stay single. The explosive attraction between the two of them weighs heavily into his decision; only the secret he’s keeping could be enough to tear them apart.
That—and whoever seems determined to destroy Maxine’s home, and her sanity along the way.
Unedited excerpt to enjoy:
The kiss started gentle yet the desire was there underneath. Tongues caressed, lips and teeth feasting on skin soon heated to boiling. Ryan loved how she tasted, loved how she felt under his hands that had taken a life of their own and now explored the soft full curves of her body. He stroked the swell of her breasts and she moaned, pressing into his touch. He didn’t stop, continuing the journey down her waist, over her hip, circling the flesh of her ass before returning up her body once more. All the while he kissed her, feasting on the flavor and softness of her mouth.
She combed her fingers through his hair and tugged, wiggling upward until his lips met her neck. She dropped her head back, offering him a clear path down the pale skin, the pulse in her throat beating time with the pulse in his body. He rolled her, pleased to find the swing had an extra wide seat to allow the room they needed. Ryan nibbled and licked his way down her throat, pressing her sweater and blouse to the side to allow him access to her collarbone. He unhooked one button after another, slowly revealing the creamy swells of her breasts above the pale yellow of her bra. She shivered under him, a small whimper escaping her throat that made his blood race. He dropped kisses over her heart, enjoying the scorching heat of her skin under his lips.
Ryan lowered his face to the valley between her breasts and breathed deeply. As much as he wanted to consume her completely, as much as he wanted to continue nibbling the length of her whole body, he needed to proceed carefully. She’d responded enthusiastically to his touch, to his kiss, but from hints she’d let slip during their dinner conversation, and her current full body blush, he knew she wasn’t very experienced. She needed more than a rush to the bedroom.
Yet he had no intention of letting her get away. He knew how to take his time, make it good for both of them. He rose over her, staring into her passion darkened eyes. “I want you, Maxine.” He kissed her lips tenderly. Her tongue teased his and the pressure built.
Damn, if he was inside her in ten seconds it wouldn’t be soon enough.
Pulling away, his desire reflected back from her eyes. “I’m going to make love to you, Maxine. I’m going to remove every stitch of your clothing and touch every inch of your skin. I’m going to spend hours learning what your body needs, learning what you enjoy and then hours more giving it to you.”
Her eyes widened, her face flushed crimson, her mouth open in a circle of awe as he spoke. Her tongue slipped out to moisten her bottom lip and he nipped at the plump wet surface, the burst of her flavor sending his arousal even higher. He lowered his torso on top of her slowly, his rigid cock pressing against the yielding softness of her body. Their lips were mere inches apart and she continued to stare at him, her eyes showing desire and panic in equal proportions.
The porch boards creaked to their left. “Maxy? Are you out here?”
Maxine squirmed under him, pushing at his chest until he sat back, his body hard and aching. “It’s my brother.” She scrambled to button her blouse. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why he’s—”
“Maxy? Where are you? Are you okay?”
This was not fucking happening. Ryan dragged a hand through his hair and tried to calm his body down before he did something stupid, like picking Maxine up and carrying her into the house under her brother’s nose.
“We’re over on the swing, Junior.” She turned her wide eyes on Ryan, her lips swollen from his kisses, her breathing erratic. “I have no idea what he’s doing here,” she whispered.
Maxwell rounded the corner. “Why are you…?” He spotted Ryan and his forward momentum ceased, his gaze snapping back and forth between them. Ryan guessed their disheveled condition encouraged Maxine’s brother to assume the worst.
Of course, if he’d been half an hour later, he might have been right.