A sexy new standalone Romantic Comedy is coming tomorrow from authors Sarina Bowen and Tanya Eby, and I have a little sneak peek for you.
Excerpt
“Here.” She holds out two singles to pay for it.
“Keep it,” I say. Call me a caveman, but I’m unable to let Sadie pay.
“You’ve helped me enough,” she insists, as I maneuver the stroller into the shade, where we can pause beside a tree at the edge of the park. I feel a small hand slide something into my back pocket.
I reach back, lightning fast, and catch her hand. “Are you trying to get in my pants?” I chuckle as I say it. But I swear a jolt of electricity moves through my body when I catch her hand in mine. And when I meet her gaze, I can tell she feels it, too.
“Liam!” she whispers, scandalized.
“Sadie!” I return, my fingers closing around her smoother ones.
The moment stretches and takes hold. The evening sunlight gives her skin a honeyed tone, and her eyes are bright and wide. Her lips part in surprise as I stroke her palm with my thumb. But she doesn’t pull away.
We’re like those cartoon characters with hearts in their eyes, both of us caught, just staring at each other. I can’t stop admiring her rosebud mouth—the same one I used to fantasize about when I was a teenager. And there’s a flush creeping up her cheeks. Like she can’t help it, and she can’t look away.
So I do the obvious thing. I lean forward and take her mouth in a kiss.
I’ve had a lot of practice kissing women. It’s not bragging to say that I don’t have trouble finding willing participants. And thank fuck for muscle memory, because my brain basically shorts out the second Sadie makes a little whimper of surprise.
That sound goes straight to my cock. So I raise the stakes, stepping closer, owning her mouth with mine. Tasting her turns me into a brush fire. With my free hand, I reach around and pull her body closer.
Her lips part, and I don’t miss a beat. I deepen the kiss, tilting my head to perfect the connection.
Meanwhile, fourteen-year-old-Liam practically strokes out. Achievement Unlocked! he screams as I meld my tongue to Sadie’s, tasting her until she whimpers and throws her arms around my neck.
I’ve been waiting for this moment for fifteen years. So I spin around and pin her against the wall. Then I give her one last, urgent kiss. Okay, three more.
But then I stop.
No, really. I pull myself back from the heat of Sadie’s perfect mouth, and I look down at her. She’s panting and red-cheeked, and looking up at me, dazed and desperate. “This is happening,” I tell her.
“Wh-what is?”
“You and me. Naked on a bed. Or a kitchen counter, or in the shower.”
She says, “unngh.”
“I’ll let you pick the room of the house. Or the backyard. But this is happening. Soon. Maybe this weekend.”
“Liam, we couldn’t possibly. The girls…”
“Are terrific sleepers,” I point out, casting a meaningful glance into the stroller, where they’re dead to the world. “This isn’t about them. They’ll never know. This is about you and me getting some exercise.”
“Exercise?” she whispers.
“Oh hell yes. We both need some very energetic sex. You’ve been a nun for two years. And I’ve been waiting half my life to get you naked. Our time is now.”
She swallows. Hard. And she looks awfully flushed.
“Here.” I take the bottle of water out of the cupholder and twist off the cap. “Drink this and cool down.”
She takes several gulps. “It’s not working.”
“That’s because you know I’m right. There’s only one way that fire you’re feeling goes out.” Her eyes widen, and I think fourteen-year-old Liam is impressed at this bit of persuasion. “There isn’t a single reason why we can’t get together this weekend for a night of no-strings sex. I’ll pull out all the stops. But it’s just for fun, right? If you don’t enjoy yourself, we don’t have to do it again.”
Sadie fans herself.
“Saturday, then? Unless you have plans?”
“No pl-plans,” she stammers. “But…”
“See you Saturday,” I say. “Drink that water, okay? You look flushed.”
Then I grab the lemon ice out of the cupholder, wave at Sadie with the plastic spoon, and turn around. I walk away, knowing her eyes are stapled to my ass. A weaker man would turn and check. But I don’t need to.
Fourteen-year-old Liam runs off to make popcorn and waits to see what happens next.
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