Romance Author Lynn LaFleur

Jamie Buchanan and Rick Cullen had loved each other as teenagers, but pride and misunderstandings tore them apart. They meet again by accident eleven years later. Old hurts still simmer beneath the surface, but so do unfulfilled desires. They must overcome the pain of the past—and someone determined to tear them apart in the present—before they can trust each other and love again.

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Excerpt:

Jamie watched Rick shrug out of his shirt and toss it to the floor. His bare chest beckoned to her. She couldn’t resist touching it, letting her fingers sift through the silky hair. She followed the line of hair down his stomach to the waistband of his briefs. She would’ve pulled the band away from his body to continue her exploration, but Rick held her wrist to stop her.

“Uh-uh. We had a deal.”

Jamie grinned. She liked this playful lovemaking. “I never made any promises.” Bowing her back, she tried to brush her breasts against his chest. He moved back far enough so she couldn’t.

“You are a saucy wench, aren’t you?” he asked with a chuckle.

Jamie’s mouth dropped open. “Wench? How dare—”

Rick’s kiss cut off her words. Melting back into the pillow, she wrapped her arms around his waist as he stretched out on top of her. His kisses started out tender, but soon turned more passionate. Jamie eagerly accepted the play of his lips, the thrust of his tongue. Manna from heaven couldn’t be any sweeter than Rick’s kisses, but she needed more…much more.

Tugging on the waistband of Rick’s jeans, Jamie managed to snake her hands inside his briefs long enough to caress a taut butt before he moved away from her again. She started to complain, but her complaints turned to moans of pleasure when Rick’s mouth covered her nipple. She lay still as Rick removed her shorts, panties, and shoes. She waited, tensed, for what he would do next.

Rick sat back on his heels while his gaze swept her body. Jamie thought she’d be embarrassed to have him openly stare at her, yet she felt nothing but intense desire.

His hands drifted over her breasts, her stomach, her hips, her thighs. She parted her legs a few more inches when his fingertips brushed the soft hair on her mound. Obeying her silent request, Rick moved his thumbs between her thighs and skimmed the hot, swollen flesh.