in all the right places. The belly-baring top she’d worn had shown a pierced navel, and the muscles in her arms were sinewy and lean.
He’d been struck speechless at the sight of her, his cock going rock hard in an instant and the wild lust of need surging through his body like it never had before. He’d have done anything to keep her around longer, just to satisfy his curiosity and see if her lips were as soft as he imagined they were. To see if she felt the connection the same as he did. He’d seen the way her nipples had hardened when she turned her dark gaze on him.
It had been a no-brainer to volunteer to help her search for her brother. He’d done it as much for himself as for her.
He’d never believed in love at first sight, but the moment he’d met Naya, those beliefs had been reevaluated. Their chemistry had been palpable—a living, breathing thing. And the heat that sizzled between them was hot enough to singe anyone who got too close. He’d had no control over his body in that instant, and that’s something that had never happened to him before.
It looked like things hadn’t changed much. His dick was hard enough to hammer nails and the feel of her against him, the challenge in her eyes daring him to do something about it, made him want to bend her over the bike, strip off those skin-tight jeans, and slide right between the creamy folds of her pussy.
“You’re under arrest,” he said instead, taking a step back so she couldn’t feel his arousal. He didn’t recognize the sound of his voice, the low rasp of desire.
“Oh, come on now, Deputy.” Her lips quirked as if they were sharing a private joke. “That fight wasn’t my fault, and I am hardly to blame for all the damage that was done. If you remember, I believe I was otherwise—” she took a step closer to him so her breasts rubbed against his arm, and she whispered the words so he felt them blow across his lips, “—occupied when the fight started.”
She’d definitely been occupied. They’d been in one of the back rooms at Duffey’s Bar. They’d started out doing body shots of tequila, getting more daring with each one. A lick of salt across the top of her breast before the shot was thrown back, burning the whole way down. Another lick low on his belly, so her cheek pressed against his hardness as she swiped with her tongue.
It hadn’t taken long until she’d borrowed his handcuffs and latched him to the gold bar that rimmed the pool table. And then she’d knelt in front of him and taken every inch of his cock like it was her last meal.
He remembered the bite of her nails on his thighs and the way she stared up at him with those dark bedroom eyes—dreamed about it for the past year until his body was so hot and his cock so hard that he’d had no choice but to stroke himself to completion just so he could get some damn sleep.
Sweet Surrender
A MacKenzie Family Novella
By Liliana Hart
Coming December 13, 2016
Click here to purchase
It’s been twelve years since Liza Carmichael stepped foot in Surrender, but after her great aunt’s death she has no choice but to return and settle her estate. Which includes the corner bakery that’s been a staple in Surrender for more than fifty years.
After twenty-five years on the job, Lieutenant Grant Boone finds himself at loose ends now that he’s retired. He’s gotten a number of job offers—one from MacKenzie Security—but he's burned out and jaded, and the last thing he wants to do is carry the burden of another badge and weapon. He almost turns down the invitation from his good friend Cooper MacKenzie to stay as their guest for a few weeks while he’s deciding what to do with the rest of his life. But he packs his bag and heads to Surrender anyway.
The only thing Boone knows is that his future plans don’t include Liza Carmichael. She’s bossy, temperamental, and the confections she bakes are sweet enough to tempt a saint. Thank God he’s never
He’d been struck speechless at the sight of her, his cock going rock hard in an instant and the wild lust of need surging through his body like it never had before. He’d have done anything to keep her around longer, just to satisfy his curiosity and see if her lips were as soft as he imagined they were. To see if she felt the connection the same as he did. He’d seen the way her nipples had hardened when she turned her dark gaze on him.
It had been a no-brainer to volunteer to help her search for her brother. He’d done it as much for himself as for her.
He’d never believed in love at first sight, but the moment he’d met Naya, those beliefs had been reevaluated. Their chemistry had been palpable—a living, breathing thing. And the heat that sizzled between them was hot enough to singe anyone who got too close. He’d had no control over his body in that instant, and that’s something that had never happened to him before.
It looked like things hadn’t changed much. His dick was hard enough to hammer nails and the feel of her against him, the challenge in her eyes daring him to do something about it, made him want to bend her over the bike, strip off those skin-tight jeans, and slide right between the creamy folds of her pussy.
“You’re under arrest,” he said instead, taking a step back so she couldn’t feel his arousal. He didn’t recognize the sound of his voice, the low rasp of desire.
“Oh, come on now, Deputy.” Her lips quirked as if they were sharing a private joke. “That fight wasn’t my fault, and I am hardly to blame for all the damage that was done. If you remember, I believe I was otherwise—” she took a step closer to him so her breasts rubbed against his arm, and she whispered the words so he felt them blow across his lips, “—occupied when the fight started.”
She’d definitely been occupied. They’d been in one of the back rooms at Duffey’s Bar. They’d started out doing body shots of tequila, getting more daring with each one. A lick of salt across the top of her breast before the shot was thrown back, burning the whole way down. Another lick low on his belly, so her cheek pressed against his hardness as she swiped with her tongue.
It hadn’t taken long until she’d borrowed his handcuffs and latched him to the gold bar that rimmed the pool table. And then she’d knelt in front of him and taken every inch of his cock like it was her last meal.
He remembered the bite of her nails on his thighs and the way she stared up at him with those dark bedroom eyes—dreamed about it for the past year until his body was so hot and his cock so hard that he’d had no choice but to stroke himself to completion just so he could get some damn sleep.
Sweet Surrender
A MacKenzie Family Novella
By Liliana Hart
Coming December 13, 2016
Click here to purchase
It’s been twelve years since Liza Carmichael stepped foot in Surrender, but after her great aunt’s death she has no choice but to return and settle her estate. Which includes the corner bakery that’s been a staple in Surrender for more than fifty years.
After twenty-five years on the job, Lieutenant Grant Boone finds himself at loose ends now that he’s retired. He’s gotten a number of job offers—one from MacKenzie Security—but he's burned out and jaded, and the last thing he wants to do is carry the burden of another badge and weapon. He almost turns down the invitation from his good friend Cooper MacKenzie to stay as their guest for a few weeks while he’s deciding what to do with the rest of his life. But he packs his bag and heads to Surrender anyway.
The only thing Boone knows is that his future plans don’t include Liza Carmichael. She’s bossy, temperamental, and the confections she bakes are sweet enough to tempt a saint. Thank God he’s never
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