James closed the distance between them and took April’s face in his hands. “I’m so sorry you got hooked up with someone like me. You deserve better.” He kissed her.
April pulled away. “Now wait a minute. That’s not fair. You can’t just say something I completely disagree with and then kiss me like that, as if that’s the final word.”
“Oh, really? Well, what are you going to do about it?”
She gave him a sly smile and then tackled him on the couch. They fell back, giggling. James pinned April’s hands over her head. He kissed her again, and this time her whole body responded. She liked the way he took control of her. It gave her shivers. Her body shuddered as his mouth came up to her ear and he spoke gruffly. “Are you cold?”
“Are you kidding? You set me on fire.”
He kissed her again, this time letting her hands go free. She ran them over his ribs and down to his hips.
“Then why do you have goose bumps?”
April didn’t answer. She slipped her hands around his waist and pulled his hips toward hers. He felt so good pressing against her she almost screamed. Remembering Avery she toned it down to a delicious moan.
“Does that feel good?” James whispered, pushing his hardness against her. She dug her fingers into his jean pockets to pull him closer and keep the good feeling going. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she found herself repeating. James murmured something into her ear. She wasn’t quite sure what he said, but she was pretty sure it was something about their jeans getting in the way. He rose up on his knees and looked down at her while he unzipped. She loved the way he looked at her. Like lightning was hitting her body. And that rolling thunder voice. This was one storm she was willing to get caught in.
She beckoned him to lean his hips toward her, then surprised him by easing the whole length of him into her mouth. He moaned like she’d never heard him moan before. He sounded almost like he was singing, a low rhythmic growl that made her insides turn to mush. And he tasted so good. But she didn’t want to go too far down that path. She needed him inside her, and he was reading her mind.
He quickly finished undressing them both and asked her if she was comfortable, suggesting they could move to the bed if she wanted to. But she couldn’t wait, which made him smile. So he lay back down on the couch with her and gently spread her legs, looking directly into her eyes while he entered her, slow and smooth. There was a confidence in him that she was positively addicted to. The man knew what he was doing, and it drove her wild.
I usually am leery of first novels. They try too hard and defeat themselves. I was therefore relieved to read Paula Tiberius' first novel The Cowboy Singer and find a sweet well-worked story, full characters, and satisfying plot.
I love a love story and this delivers. As a baby's involved I guess there's a pun in there somewhere.
James Wick, our manly man with a tender heart and beautiful blue eyes, is delicious. April, our female (and heavily pregnant) protagonist is strong and sexy. Love her grandmother!
I look forward to the next novel. I have already bought this a few times for friends.
I give this four stars out of five!