California beauty, Bethany Rhodes, needs an emergency getaway after a humiliating revelation between her surfer boyfriend and their landlady. She chooses the opposite coast for her escape, along with a four-day, three-night vacation package to the Maine mountainside. A blistering blizzard rolls in to keep her snowbound at the inn where her attention focuses on the grumpy, but gorgeous, innkeeper’s brother…Rock Braxton.
The brooding lawman, Rock Braxton has his routine and his memories. Still unable to move on since his wife’s death, Rock has kept his heart on lockdown. From the first instant that he meets Bethany, she shakes up his world with her sunny disposition and sexy, bold charm. No matter how hard Rock tries to keep her at arms-length, he feels pulled under her spell. He feels bound to her.
Rock cupped the delicate angle of her chin and gently tilted it upward. The flow of his blood roared in his head. The rush seized him in its clutch and swooped him into a frenetic spiral. Speech failed and so did his knees. He sank in front of her. They faced each other, chests rising and falling to the rhythmic beats pulsed to their stormy passions.
He tangled his fingers through her hair, its softness and curls interlaced with his hands. Her scent continued the invasion of his soul. He leaned in and brushed her hair across his cheeks. The silky curtain of hair teased his nerves. Everything about her was soft and smooth. Every instance of touching her made him glutton for more.
He kissed her, and he wanted more.
He laid her on her back to admire the luscious swell of her breasts and seductive outlines of her hips. Tenderly he kissed the star-shaped birthmark on her shoulder. Her moan increased the flow of his excitement.
Again, he wanted more.
His mouth explored further places to ravage, settling on her breast. He sucked her in. His tongue teased her nipple. The more he played with the nub, the harder her thighs squeezed his hips, pinning him to her.
And, damn if he didn’t want more.
Within seconds of sliding on a condom, he answered the silent invitation. His cock buried deep into her sweet pussy. He almost fainted as his grunts echoed her moans.
“Oh, Rock,” she whispered his name as if a plea.
Whatever she wanted, he would deliver. Her hips grinded against his. Every shift of her pussy against his shaft, the slightest pressure or the most physical push, fanned the flame that wanted to consume her.
“Fuck me, Rock…hard.”
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