you,” Mike breathed, matching her advance.
“And now you are,” Sarah whispered as took another step.
“Sarah,”
“Yes?”
“If you come any closer to me, I’m not going to be able to control myself. I’m going to kiss you.”
Sarah moved in and embraced Mike at the waist. He pulled her close to him and closed his eyes, leaning his forehead to hers with a sigh.
“Mike.”
He opened his eyes and found himself staring into the beauty of his dream.
“Don’t tease me,” she whispered.
Stroking her cheek with the back of his hand, he watched her release her head, giving in to the moment. Gently lifting her chin, he brushed his lips across her mouth, breathing her in. She sighed, and he went deeper. Parting her lips with his tongue, he released the desire he’d guarded so closely for so long. He couldn’t get enough, pulling her tightly at the waist to meet his hips.
A moan escaped her mouth and just as she began to melt into his arms, Mike Montgomery dipped Sarah Brooks deep and to the floor, never leaving her beautiful lips. He wanted their kiss to be the best thing that had ever happened to her. He already knew it was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
As he righted her and ensured she was stable, she pulled away from him and smiled.
“Wow,” she breathed into his neck, trembling from the ecstasy of the kiss.
“Yeah?” Mike questioned, hoping that the moment he’d waited for was as spectacular for her as it was for him.
“Let’s get out of here,” Sarah sighed, still undone.
He quickly held her coat open to assist her. “I still have something to show you.”
She nodded as she turned to follow him out the stage door.
As Mike laced his fingers into Sarah’s, Ben gave them a nod and a smile. She nestled her head tightly into Mike’s shoulder and they walked out of the building lost in each other. He held her close in the cold wind, and stopped just as they made it to the sidewalk.
“Look up,” he said as he turned Sarah around to face his showpiece now brightly lit with the evening spotlights.
Sarah gazed up to see the huge purple billboard empty except for two words emblazoned on a pink candy conversation heart: Be Mine.
“Sarah,” Mike murmured into her neck, a little embarrassed at his own grand gesture. “Will you be my valentine?”
“How did you do this?” she gasped.
“Wait,” Mike said in disbelief. “I thought you knew.”
“No,” she said shaking her head and laughing. “No, I didn’t know.”
“But you knew I sent the purple roses.”
“I didn’t,” she said as she brushed her red lips over his mouth, pulling away with a sigh. “I wanted it to be you. I loved you into my life.”
Enjoy this peek at Sex, Lies & Sweet Tea, by Kris Calvert
Book One of the Moonlight and Magnolia Novel Series
Get the book here:
http://goo.gl/dBj76K
PROLOUGE
Big wheels keep on turning. Carry me home to see my kin. Singing songs about the Southland. I miss Alabamy once again. And I think it’s a sin, yes.
I rubbed my eyes and stretched, knocking my phone from the nightstand to the bedroom floor. Lynyrd Skynyrd, my wake up tune of choice, continued to play as I drug my sorry ass out of bed, finally snagging the phone to turn it off. It was early in Washington, D.C.– five a.m. early. I’d set the alarm so I could run. My morning ritual, it was usually preceded by a night of drinking and or beguiling ladies. Tossing the phone back to the nightstand, I spied an empty condom wrapper, the small gold package gleaming on the expansive and largely empty floor. Clearly tossed to the ground, devil-may-care, prior to last night’s mattress dance, it was evidence of my latest bad decision. Once again, using the wrong head to do my critical thinking, I was now feeling as guilty as sin on a Sunday.
The massive bed filled the empty room. Minimalist was how most described my décor–empty was more accurate. It was a historic three-story brownstone filled with a
“And now you are,” Sarah whispered as took another step.
“Sarah,”
“Yes?”
“If you come any closer to me, I’m not going to be able to control myself. I’m going to kiss you.”
Sarah moved in and embraced Mike at the waist. He pulled her close to him and closed his eyes, leaning his forehead to hers with a sigh.
“Mike.”
He opened his eyes and found himself staring into the beauty of his dream.
“Don’t tease me,” she whispered.
Stroking her cheek with the back of his hand, he watched her release her head, giving in to the moment. Gently lifting her chin, he brushed his lips across her mouth, breathing her in. She sighed, and he went deeper. Parting her lips with his tongue, he released the desire he’d guarded so closely for so long. He couldn’t get enough, pulling her tightly at the waist to meet his hips.
A moan escaped her mouth and just as she began to melt into his arms, Mike Montgomery dipped Sarah Brooks deep and to the floor, never leaving her beautiful lips. He wanted their kiss to be the best thing that had ever happened to her. He already knew it was the best thing that had ever happened to him.
As he righted her and ensured she was stable, she pulled away from him and smiled.
“Wow,” she breathed into his neck, trembling from the ecstasy of the kiss.
“Yeah?” Mike questioned, hoping that the moment he’d waited for was as spectacular for her as it was for him.
“Let’s get out of here,” Sarah sighed, still undone.
He quickly held her coat open to assist her. “I still have something to show you.”
She nodded as she turned to follow him out the stage door.
As Mike laced his fingers into Sarah’s, Ben gave them a nod and a smile. She nestled her head tightly into Mike’s shoulder and they walked out of the building lost in each other. He held her close in the cold wind, and stopped just as they made it to the sidewalk.
“Look up,” he said as he turned Sarah around to face his showpiece now brightly lit with the evening spotlights.
Sarah gazed up to see the huge purple billboard empty except for two words emblazoned on a pink candy conversation heart: Be Mine.
“Sarah,” Mike murmured into her neck, a little embarrassed at his own grand gesture. “Will you be my valentine?”
“How did you do this?” she gasped.
“Wait,” Mike said in disbelief. “I thought you knew.”
“No,” she said shaking her head and laughing. “No, I didn’t know.”
“But you knew I sent the purple roses.”
“I didn’t,” she said as she brushed her red lips over his mouth, pulling away with a sigh. “I wanted it to be you. I loved you into my life.”
Enjoy this peek at Sex, Lies & Sweet Tea, by Kris Calvert
Book One of the Moonlight and Magnolia Novel Series
Get the book here:
http://goo.gl/dBj76K
PROLOUGE
Big wheels keep on turning. Carry me home to see my kin. Singing songs about the Southland. I miss Alabamy once again. And I think it’s a sin, yes.
I rubbed my eyes and stretched, knocking my phone from the nightstand to the bedroom floor. Lynyrd Skynyrd, my wake up tune of choice, continued to play as I drug my sorry ass out of bed, finally snagging the phone to turn it off. It was early in Washington, D.C.– five a.m. early. I’d set the alarm so I could run. My morning ritual, it was usually preceded by a night of drinking and or beguiling ladies. Tossing the phone back to the nightstand, I spied an empty condom wrapper, the small gold package gleaming on the expansive and largely empty floor. Clearly tossed to the ground, devil-may-care, prior to last night’s mattress dance, it was evidence of my latest bad decision. Once again, using the wrong head to do my critical thinking, I was now feeling as guilty as sin on a Sunday.
The massive bed filled the empty room. Minimalist was how most described my décor–empty was more accurate. It was a historic three-story brownstone filled with a
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