Are You Sexy? – Summertime Dream #MySexySaturday

This week’s theme is Are You Sexy? and those characters who are sexy yet very comfortable about it. They’re comfortable about being in their own skin, being the best at something, heck, they’re comfortable on almost everything. But there is one thing they haven’t quite mastered: love.

Despite the sizzle and pull of attraction, mastering love is never as easy as it seems it should be. As in real life, characters meet, fall head over heels–and then proceed to make mistake after mistake. So taking a look at the difficulty of love in this week’s theme, today’s snippet is from Summertime Dream (The River #1) as Margie and Christopher struggle with the push and pull forces of their intense attraction and equally problematic conflicts.

Christopher parked at the curb. “Looks like someone’s home.” He met her at her side of the car, shutting the door for her as she slung her purse strap over her shoulder.

They paused, not quite meeting eyes as a new awkwardness loomed between them. All her fault. That episode in the kitchen today had irreparably changed their friendship.

She lifted her gaze and studied his face, the serious, craggy contours already dear and familiar. And hunger still filled his eyes. Her pulse pattered. Up to her. She could make this moment an end or open the window to a new beginning.

Margie was never certain who moved first, but as if magnets drew them together, their lips touched, soft and hesitant, seeking balance between sensibility and desire after the earlier emotional turbulence.

Desire trumped sense. The searching kiss ignited, incinerating every last levelheaded thought. She forgot what she needed to tell him, where she was, the hard unyielding car behind her, time—everything but the wild, searing kiss. Submerged in sensation, his strong mouth possessing hers, driving her, daring her. The scratch of his evening beard against her skin. His fierce grip on her hips. The compelling crush and ride of his body against hers, her straining rise in return to meet him and begin again. Their gasps and sweet groans and murmurs. The scents of sweat and desire, fragrant nicotiana, roses, and cut grass. Little by little, sanity crept back, the deep drowning possession easing to desperate, reluctant presses of lips.

“I need—I need to let you go.” He murmured hoarsely against her ear, unlocking his grip on her hips.

“Yes.” She found the strength to move, and slipped away on shaky legs.

Blurb:

The Fourth of July is over, but for these summer lovers the fireworks have just begun.

An unexpected inheritance brings business consultant Christopher Gordon from Los Angeles to quaint Falk’s Bend. He’s carved a week from his demanding schedule to list his great-grandparents’ house for sale and explore his roots. However, disturbing family secrets and the sweet temptation of writer Margie Olsson derail his plans, challenging him to seize the elusive dream missing from his hectic life— love.

A recent brush with death shook Margie’s life, but not her dreams and she’s ready to move forward. Only, standing up to her loving, over-protective family isn’t easy. Helping Christopher explore the derelict mansion and unravel his grandmother’s mysterious past should be a harmless fun taste of independence. But when her experimental summer fling ignites into unexpected love, how can her small town dreams work with his big city life?