“Are you doing okay?” He asked before continuing.
“Almost,” she smiled up at him, hands on his hips, encouraging him to continue.
They moved together, watching each other’s reactions and anticipating the other’s needs. Shifting positions for a deeper fit, they rolled across the bed, taking turns leading. He could feel her muscles contracting around him when her orgasm was close. She put a hand over her mouth when she realized she was crying out. Loving every sound, he wove his hands with hers, thrusting faster and harder for her. Her back arched as she screamed her release, the intensity pulling his orgasm with her.
“Why didn’t we do that sooner?” he asked, rolling to her side and pulling her against his chest.
“You said you weren’t going to make me talk when we were done.”
“Remind me why we can’t keep doing this? With all the technology we have access to, distance isn’t as much of an issue as it used to be.”
“For a little while…until I move back.”
“Seriously? But what about your career?”
“Everything I want is here now.”
“Like your family and friends?”
“And you, Ethan. I want you. I want us.”
“I want that, too, Bri.” He pulled the covers over them, ready for them to drift off to sleep. He was doing well, ignoring her soft, warm curves pressed against him in all of the right places, until she started kissing his neck. He was willing to give her a lifetime to stop.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ever since her teenage best friend gave her a Harlequin Romance, Michelle Moncrieff has been in love with love. While her stories have changed over the years, she still believes a happy ending is possible for everyone. Sometimes it just takes a little more time or compromise, with a dash of humor. Her books are full of authentic characters that will delight and astound readers until the sweet, decadent endings. For more information about Michelle Moncrieff, go to:
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SNOWBOUND WITH A STRANGER
BY EMMA LYNN EVERLY
Returning to her hometown for her ex's wedding was torture—until a blizzard traps Courtney with the one man who could make her forget why she swore off love.
As the snow falls outside, things heat up inside their cozy cabin. Her handsome hookup has fallen hard, but when the storm passes, will Courtney run back to city life or take a chance on the younger man determined to prove their connection is worth the risk?
A steamy small town romance where he falls first, she falls harder, and the age gap only makes their connection more irresistible.
CHAPTER 1
Courtney
The ornate invitationhaunted me from the passenger seat of my rental car. Who got married on Valentines’ Day anyway? And on the weekend of a major winter storm? I was driving up a full day ahead of the wedding in order to beat the impending snowpocalypse.
I cursed myself for agreeing to attend but my self-defeating tendencies got the best of me. I hadn’t seen Austin for about a decade since the night he’d broken my youthful heart. I’m not sure why he invited me to his wedding but I was powerless to check the decline box on the gilded reply card. As far as I knew, this was his first wedding which was unusual for being in our forties.
To be honest, I found it hard to believe why anyone would willing tie themselves to another person. At eighteen, the breakup with Austin was the most devastating event in my life. I’d go on to experience much more challenging events, but they were never caused by a man.
Since that cool early summer night, in the dim light of his ancient Dodge, where he avoided eye contact while he explained we’d grown apart, I vowed to never trust my heart to anyone else again.
We’d just graduated high school and the last summer of true freedom stretched out ahead of us like a rom com stereotype. I’d hadplansfor the summer. And they did not include being dumped by my high school boyfriend just as my dream summer was starting.Iwas supposed to end things with him at the end of the summer.
Instead, I found myself frantically wiping my tear-stained cheeks as I walked up the driveway, hoping to sneak into my room without running into my parents. Of course they’d been waiting up for me, as was their habit, and I had to endure the well-meaning platitudes of young love. My parents were great but they were parents. Middle aged adults who watched Jeopardy every evening and had a deeply held belief that everything works out for a reason.
Eighteen-year-old Courtney did not share their positive outlook on life. I spent that last summer before college reinventing myself in the spirit of every rom com heroine I idolized. I serial dated every attractive guy I met and held tightly to the motto ofhere for a good time not a long time.
