Hey y'all. I have a review up at Book Binge. Yes, huge Linda Lael Miller fan here. I admit it.
Go see what I thought of her new book - first in a new series. Completely unrelated to McKettricks, as far as I know.
"You can't rush kisses. You have to slow down and savor them. Lose yourself in them."At first, Anna and Cam butt heads. She drives him crazy, always doing and going, and looking too damn hot. They appear to have almost nothing in common - especially baseball. Having lived with a Cubs and Chi Sox fan growing up, I know how stressful that can be.
"There's no right or wrong way to kiss, Cam."
"There may not be a wrong way, but there are better ways than in Home Depot or kissing so fast I thought a bird flew by and smacked me in the mouth."
Her eyes got big and for a second he thought she might smack him in the mouth. "It was not that quick."
Cam took a half step closer to her, definitely crowding her space a little, and ran his hand from her elbow to shoulder. "A kiss should be anticipated. You should know it's coming so your heart can beat faster and your skin can flush with heat."
Anna was watching his mouth as he spoke, her tongue flicking out over her lip as if her mouth had gone dry.
"I'm going to kiss you again and it's not going to be rushed. I'm going to take my time and savor your mouth."
"Okay," she whispered.
"You're beautiful when your skin gets that hot, flushed look. Is your heart beating faster?"
"Yes." Her voice was little more than a soft exhalation now.
He buried his right hand in her hair and lowered his mouth to hers, barely brushing her lips with his. She sighed and tried to deepen the kiss, but he held back. He teased her, flicking his tongue over her bottom lip while he slid his free hand across her hip.
Not until she whimpered for more and pressed her body against his did he give her what she wanted. As the kiss deepened, his fingers slid under the hem of her t-shirt, touching bare skin. He groaned as her tongue danced over his and pulled his hand out from under the shirt before he started trying to round the bases. It wasn't time for that yet. If ever. He was really hoping for yet.
He kissed her until she felt boneless in his arms and he wasn't sure he had the strength to hold her up - until their mingled breaths came shallow and fast. One final flick of his tongue across her lips and then he broke it off.
He moved back a step because his body had had about all the contact with Anna's body it could take without exploding, and he smiled at the dreamy expression on her flushed face as she opened her eyes.
"Now I've kissed you"...
"You're a Yankeees fan."Hahaha!! When she comes back out to see why he didn't come inside, she agrees to just lose the Yankees shirt, and takes it off.
"I kissed a Yankees fan."
"Yup. Really well, too."
It was too late for mouthwash, so he did the next best thing and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. "Get off my dock."
"Now you're just playing dirty," he said. "Not that I'd expect anything less from a Yankees fan."And afterward...
She heard some excitement on the television. "Who's winning?"
He'd had sex with a woman who thought the New York Yankees were better than the Boston Red Sox. There was probably going to be a special place in hell just for him. A place with no beer and no sports and remote controls with dead batteries whilw the TVs were all stuck on Real Housewives of someplace or another.The banter and humor are trademark Stacey. But so are the tender moments. Cam simply can't help himself, and much as he wants to stay away from Anna, he helps her with pretty much everything, from cleaning out her shed to teaching her how to drive. Knowing the whole time that she's probably going to drive away from him to a new job in the city.