Tara and Noah have a steamy, sexy connection off the bat. From their first kiss, it’s clear to Tara that Noah isn’t just some guy. He’s someone different. Someone she wants to spend a little more time with. And she’s happy to do just that!
Excerpt from Round & Ravishing
“Tara,” he said, his eyes sparkling. “It suits you.”
I lifted an eyebrow. “How so?”
He shrugged. “No nonsense. Not frilly. Strong.”
“How do you know if I’m any of those things?”
“I can sense things about people.”
“What kind of things?”
He leaned closer. “Well, first, I know you’re dying to finally sit on this stool we’re both hovering around. Second, I know you’re here tonight because you’re trying to get away from something or someone. Third, I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t slap me if I tried to kiss you, but you really don’t want me to in the middle of such a public place.”
I slid on the stool, inching my body closer to his. He laughed and stood so I had room to sit. I turned toward him and my hands went to the front of his Henley and he stopped laughing. His eyes darkened and held mine as my fingers worked their way up to his shoulders and around his neck. He leaned toward me as I pulled him in. He didn’t pause or wait for me to meet him halfway. He just claimed my lips.
Damn could he kiss.
His lips were warm against mine. Soft. His hands fell to my hips and tugged me against his body. He wasn’t much taller than me, but not many men were. At 5’10”, kissing could get awkward, but with Noah it was perfect. He was perfect.
Then his tongue traced the seam of my lips and I stopped thinking.
I opened for him, reaching for his tongue with my own. He tasted like beer but smelled like heaven. His masculine scent filled me as his erection filled the space between us. His tongue swept through my mouth, tasting me, exploring. He wasn’t in a hurry to slow things down and I was more than happy to let him take his time. When he started to ease back, he kissed me again once, then dove right back in for another toe-curling kiss that left me panting, completely oblivious to the scene we were making on a bar stool.
“I might have to take you home with me tonight,” he whispered against my lips when we finally came up for air. “If you kiss like that, I don’t think I can pass up a chance to find out how we would be in bed.”
I grinned. “I thought you were going to buy me a drink.”
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