Mint Juleps and Justice by Nancy Naigle

Author:Nancy Naigle [Nancy Naigle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, United States, Romance, Contemporary, Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Fiction, Mystery & Suspense, Suspense, Series
ISBN: 1477849475
Amazon: B00E1Q55OK
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2014-02-02T05:00:00+00:00

Mike tried to pace the arousal that was making him want to get to her sweet spot in a hurry. He took the robe from her hands and ran it across her damp body, rubbing her dry with the soft terry, then guided her back against the bed.

He stretched out next to her, roaming her every curve with his mouth, then settled his cheek against her soft inner thigh.

Brooke pushed her fingers through his thick hair while he kissed his way up to her belly and every sexy curve of her body and back down again. She squirmed, pressing herself up against him.

She reached for him, guiding his face to meet her parting lips, her breaths matching his with each kiss.

Their breathing grew heavier, hearts pounding, as they both moaned in anticipation of what was to come. Mike rolled Brooke over flat on her back, pausing only a moment as he smoothed her hair out on the bed around her, tracing his hand over her face, her lips. He held the arch of her foot in his hand, bending her leg, getting closer to the point that would fill both their needs.

“I need you.” He’d fought the feelings, pushed them aside, thinking they couldn’t be real, but they were. She made him feel alive again.

She nodded, and mouthed something that never made it into words. Instead, she pulled him back into a kiss.

Her back arched as if she had no control of her body as it danced its own rhythm to his every move.

A perfect beat, and it climbed in intensity, and then in pace.

“Oh, Brooke.” He caught a breath midway, colors splashing across the blackness of his eyes tightly shut.

He held her. Letting her ride the waves of pleasure as long as it would take, and loving the feeling of her letting go.

Breathless and sweating, she relaxed into his arms.

Her head rested in the cradle of his arm. At that moment she knew what it meant to be made love to. “You’re unpredictable,” she added, “in a very good way.”

“Stepping into the hot tub in my clothes seemed like a pretty macho move at the time, but now I don’t have anything dry to wear.”

That wasn’t what she was talking about, but it had been a sexy move. Ever pragmatic, her response was a safe one. “We can toss your shorts in the dryer. That is, as long as the neighbors didn’t steal them off the back porch while we were uh—otherwise engaged.”

“Not a high-crime area, I checked it out,” Mike added.

“Of course you did.” They climbed out of bed, wrapping themselves in the robes to head for the deck to rescue Mike’s clothes and put them in the dryer.

They sat on the couch in the dark, quiet except for the clang of the metal buttons from his shorts in the dryer.

Brooke spoke first. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

She groaned. “Not that. Well, thanks for that too, but thanks for being in my life. For trusting me in yours and making me feel safe with you in mine.

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