And what she loved most of all? How smoking hot he looked in his tuxedo tonight, and how much hotter he would look when she stripped it off him later. In the new apartment they’d just signed the lease on.
She opened her mouth to tease him about her plans, only to be interrupted by another tux-clad heartthrob—Dean—approaching them with a sheepish look in his gray eyes.
“So…guys…” Dean shoved his hands in his pockets and offered the most adorable smile Lynn had ever seen. “How badly will you beat my ass if I take off?”
Parker frowned at his partner. “Now? Lynn literally just got here.”
“I know, but two lovely flight attendants will kick my ass if I don’t go keep them company. I’m a member of the layover club, remember? I took an oath and everything.”
Lynn exchanged a grin with Parker, then nodded slightly. “Aw, let him go. Look how excited he is. Determined to do the right thing in all circumstances.”
Dean was practically bouncing on his heels as he waited for a reply. Lynn knew the other man wouldn’t leave without Parker’s approval, and sure enough, his entire face brightened when his partner finally sighed loudly.
“Fine. Go. But this means you owe us two housewarming presents.”
“No prob. I’ll get you two toasters instead of one.” With a grin, Dean dashed off toward the lowered gangplank, his strides enthusiastic as he hopped onto the wooden dock and disappeared into the night.
“That was very sweet of you.” Lynn leaned up and brushed her lips over his clean-shaven cheek. “He’s about to make a couple of flight attendants very happy.”
Parker rolled his eyes. “No doubt about it.” Then his eyelids went heavy, seductive. “And I’m gonna make you very happy.”
“Tonight?” God, she couldn’t wait.
“Tonight, tomorrow, the day after that.” He tilted his head. “I’m thinking my new mission is to make you happy every day for the rest of your life.”
The sheer delight inside her blazed so bright she suspected it could power the entire harbor. “Sounds like a plan.” She held out her hand and nodded toward the other end of the deck. “But first…”
There was nothing cuter than seeing her big, sexy man pale at the sight of the dance floor. “Ah, Lynn, you know I don’t dance.”
She arched a challenging brow. “Not even for me?”
A beat passed, and before she could blink, he dipped his head and kissed her. Deep, thorough, and possessive.
When he pulled away, the determination in his eyes floored her. “For you…I’ll do anything.”
And then he took her hand and led her to the dance floor.
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Ready for more from Elle Kennedy? Turn the page for a brief excerpt from As Hot As It Gets, part of the Out Of Uniform series…
As Hot As It Gets
Sea, air, land, the bedroom…this SEAL is always in command.
After watching his teammates settle down one by one, Navy SEAL Jackson Ramsey is ready to say goodbye to the single life. He’s even met a woman who intrigues him, challenges him, and turns him right on—Mia Weldrick, the funny and beautiful gardener he can’t wait to get to know better.
Except Mia isn’t interested in dating him, which means it’s time for Jackson to unleash his Texas charm and do some serious wooing.
With a teenage brother to raise, two jobs, and, frankly, a complete disinterest in sex, Mia has no room in her busy life for a six-foot-five SEAL with a naughty streak a mile wide. But one hot kiss from Jackson has her imagining all the dirty ways she could fit him in.
It isn’t long before their no-string fling transforms into something more. As desire unearths emotions and deeply buried secrets, Mia has to decide whether to give love a chance to grow, or let it slip it away.
Warning: This Southern gentleman is wickedly ungentlemanly in the bedroom. He likes it rough and kinky, and he’s not afraid to make his sexual demands known. Anal, spanking, voyeurism, and other surprises await you in this last and dirtiest Out of Uniform installment.
“Yup. I want to go out with you again. You’re being difficult. So here’s what I propose.”
“Gee, I can’t wait to hear this.”
He ignored the sarcasm and swept his tongue over his bottom lip, an act so sexy she shivered.
“I’m goin’ to kiss you.”
Her breath hitched. “What?”
“I’m goin’ to kiss you,” he repeated. “And if you like it, then you have to agree to see me again.”
Damned if her heart didn’t start pounding. The heat in his whiskey-colored eyes seared right through her clothing and sizzled her flesh, making her feel hot and dizzy.
“You’re nuts,” she stammered.
“Maybe, but that’s the deal, sugar. You claim that nothin’ gets you goin’, not even a kiss. You also said you had a good time tonight, did you not?”
“I did, but—”
“The reason you don’t want to pursue this is because you think I’ll never be able to turn you on—”
She felt herself blush. “That’s not what I—”
“—so it stands to reason that if I can prove to you I’ve got the moves, you’ll have no choice but to give this a shot.”
Mia’s mouth closed. His reasoning was certifiably wacky, but she couldn’t seem to argue with it.
“Do we have a deal?” he prompted, shooting her an adorably crooked smile.
It was sheer curiosity that had her nodding.
“Good. Then here goes—prepare to have your world rocked.”
The laugh that flew out was cut short by the feel of Jackson’s mouth on her neck.
Her neck?
Surprise jolted through her at the same time a flurry of shivers danced across her skin. His lips were warm against the side of her neck, his dark hair tickling her chin as he bent his head to latch his mouth on to her bare flesh.
“Um…is this what you…consider a kiss?” she murmured between shivers.
“Quit distracting me. I’m busy,” came his muffled voice.
Mia’s neck was on fire as he trailed soft kisses along its column. The rasp of his stubble scraped her flesh, leaving tiny pricks of pleasure in its wake.
“You smell so dang sweet, Mia.” His breath tickled her ear.
Jesus. What was he doing to her? She could barely stay upright, and he hadn’t even kissed her mouth yet.
With a soft rumble of approval, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, then kissed his way up to her ear and enclosed the delicate lobe with his lips.
Mia shuddered, stunned by the shockwaves that surged through her. Her knees wobbled as he sucked gently on her earlobe, hands trembling so bad she had to rest them against his chest to steady herself. And oh boy, touching him was a bad idea. His chest was rock solid beneath her fingers, his muscles so defined they may as well have been carved out of stone.
Chuckling, Jackson slid his hands down to her waist, and the next thing she knew, she was being led backward to the shadowy strip of gravel between the two trucks. Still grasping her waist, he backed her up against the side of her pickup, then moved one hand to her face, his thumb sweeping over her cheek.
“Close your eyes,” he said gruffly.
Her eyelids fluttered obediently. She stood there, eyes shut, heart pounding. Waiting.
The rustling of his clothing hinted that he was moving closer, and then his body heat surrounded her and the most intoxicating scent filled her nostrils. God, his aftershave was addictive. A hint of spice and lemon, with a woodsy fragrance thrown into the mix.
When his lips finally touched hers, she almost keeled over. His mouth was gentle, a featherlight brush against her trembling lips. His fingers traced the line of her jaw as he moved his mouth over hers again, firmer this time.
“C’mon, sugar, let me in.” The tip of his tongue skimmed the seam of her lips, coaxing, teasing.
When Mia parted her lips, that wicked tongue slid inside without delay. Her core clenched the second their tongues met, a painful squeeze of lust that pulsed in her clit.
Oh my God.
She was turned on. She was insanely turned on.
“Oh, Mia, you taste like heaven,” he rasped, pulling back slightly.
Her eyes were wide as she looked at him, her heart pounding even harder when she glimpsed the raw desire burning in his whiskey eyes. His handsome features were taut with passion, and she could see his pulse hammering in the hollow of his throat. He wanted her. There was no denying it.
And there was no denying that she wanted him just as bad.
With a husky growl, he dipped his head and captured her mouth, driving the kiss deeper this time, taking it to a whole new level. His tongue teased her senseless, and when he nipped at her lower lip with his teeth, a soft moan slipped out and echoed in the night air.
“You okay?” he murmured.
She couldn’t answer. The force of arousal had tightened her throat, making it impossible to speak.
He chuckled quietly, and then his mouth found hers again. One warm hand tangled in her hair, angling her head so that she was at the mercy of his mind-blowing kisses, while his other hand glided down her body, snuck beneath her dress, and settled directly over her damp bikini panties.
Mia whimpered and tried to break away. “Someone might see us,” she hissed out.
“No one can see us, sugar. We’re completely hidden from view.”
Another moan left her throat when he rubbed her sex with the heel of his hand.
“Ah, look at how wet you are,” he muttered as his lips teased her neck once more. “Your panties are soaked.”
Embarrassment scorched her cheeks. He was right. She was drenched.
“You’re blushin’.”
His teasing voice only made her blush harder.
“Don’t be embarrassed, Mia. You’re turned on. That’s perfectly acceptable.” His tongue circled her earlobe. “In fact, baby doll, that was exactly the response I wanted from you.”
Sugar. Darlin’. Baby doll. The man certainly had a silver tongue.
Oh God, his tongue. It was in her mouth again.
And his hand… Rubbing, stroking, driving her crazy.
Mia’s legs started shaking. She’d never felt this way before. Every square inch of her body throbbed relentlessly, and either she was imagining it, or those were the first ripples of orgasm tingling in her core.
“You like that, don’t cha?”
Jackson’s thumb grazed her clit over her panties, his warm breath fanning over her lips.
When she moaned, he laughed seductively. “Ah, you do like it.”
His thumb brushed her swollen bud again and she jerked.
“So is it safe to say that I’ve succeeded in—”
The orgasm came without warning, surging through her in a fiery rush.
Biting her lip to stop herself from crying out, Mia buried her face in Jackson’s chest and rocked into his hand as waves of pleasure consumed her body. She fisted the front of his T-shirt, holding on tight, stunned by what was happening.
He seemed equally stunned when he finally withdrew his hand, which was no doubt covered in the moisture that had seeped through her panties. He gently tugged her by the hair and forced her to look at him.
“Sweet Jesus, did you just come?”
Mia managed a nod.
His brown eyes gleamed with pure male satisfaction just for a moment, and then his expression turned sheepish. “Shit, Mia. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen. I didn’t think I was applying enough pressure on your lady bits—I was purposely trying not to.”
She choked out a laugh. “My lady bits?”
He cast that little-boy grin that made her pulse race. “Yes, your lady bits. A gentleman can’t say the word pussy on the first date, sugar.”
Another strangled laugh popped out. “You just said it!”
“That didn’t count.” He swept his gaze over her face. “Are you mad at me?”
“Are you seriously asking me if I’m mad that you gave me an orgasm?”
“It was only supposed to be a kiss,” he said gruffly. “I crossed the line. I’m sorry.”
Mia gaped at him. Who was this man? He’d just made her come apart in the parking lot of the restaurant. He’d barely touched her and she’d exploded like a Fourth of July firecracker, and now he was apologizing for it?
“It’s okay. I forgive you.”
Obviously he hadn’t picked up on the sarcasm because he beamed at her as if she’d just told him he’d won the lottery. “You do?”
“Jesus. Yes. Oh my God, Jackson, you really are nuts.”
“Good nuts or bad nuts?”
“There’s no such thing as good nuts!”
Smirking, he lowered his hand and cupped his groin. “Sure there is, darlin’.”
Sheer exasperation had her fighting another wave of laughter. God, this man was one of a kind. And damned if her pussy didn’t clench again the second he touched himself like that.
“So…” His hand left his crotch, his long fingers hooking in his belt loops. “When can I see you again?”
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Ready for more from Vivian Arend? Turn the page for an excerpt from Rocky Ride, book one in the Thompson & Sons series…
Rocky Ride
He’s got a touch that’s hotter than hot
It took a hell of a lot of fast-talking and more than a few speeding tickets before Mitch Thompson convinced Constable Anna Coleman to take him for a ride. Only now that she’s loosened off her stiff RCMP uniform, it’s not nearly enough. Their secret sexual escapades are mind-blowing, but Mitch wants more than her body—he wants her heart.
Her world could go up in flames
It’s a dangerous road to walk, and Anna doesn’t know how far she can safely tread. Bad boy Mitch may have lured her wild side out to play, but giving in to their increasingly passionate desires could endanger her very civilized career. Somewhere between yearning and obsession there has to be a balance point.
Or they’re both going to get burned.
Heat rolled along her spine, leaving a sticky residue behind like at the conclusion of a long shift on an endless summer day. Only it wasn’t hard labour that ha
d brought the undeniable flush to her skin. It wasn’t the sweltering breeze blowing past, causing leaves on the nearby trees to tremble, or the scalding sun beating down on her dash.
It was sex. Or more accurately, the anticipation of sex.
A straight-up, body-pounding, muscle-clenching fuck about to be delivered with all too much finesse by her favourite speeder in the entire district.
Right now she wasn’t in the RCMP cruiser, and she certainly wasn’t on any major highway in the Rocky Mountain House area. Anna Coleman sat in her personal vehicle at the side of a lonely country gravel road as anticipation rapidly rolled toward consummation.
Thank God.
Her side-view mirror gave her a flawless view of Mitch Thompson. He uncurled himself from his Harley, removed his helmet and left it behind on the handlebars. Her heart rate kicked up as he sauntered closer, dragging a hand through his dark hair before pulling off his sunglasses and hanging them from his front pocket. Black leathers gripped his thighs, sunlight flicking off the fabric as he strode forward. The tight black T-shirt only emphasized the width of his chest and biceps, the dark lines of his tattoos curling over his forearms to where they ended in ragged flames on his wrists and the back of his hands.
Hmmm, his hands…
His usual cocky grin was absent, instead his expression one of total dignity and control, one step away from a glare. From this distance, she couldn’t see the golden specks in his dark brown eyes, but they were there, the knowledge of how they flashed brighter during moments of intense pleasure intimately embedded in her memory. His hair was too short to be more than rumpled from the time under his helmet, the dark brown strands matching the shadow of facial hair darkening his square jawline.
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