EMILY LOCKWOOD, YOUR PAST IS SHOWING...
Emily Lockwood has been sitting on a secret for so long, and buried so deep that she really doesn’t even think of it anymore. Why should she? She has a successful career, an ex-husband who rarely tests her patience, a mother who usually does, and a stubbornly independent grown daughter. Everything is fine, just another crazy kind of normal.
Until Ben Landry comes back to town. From childhood friends to young lovers, Ben and Emily had an unbreakable bond. Or so she thought—until he disappeared for over twenty years without explanation. Seeing Ben again triggers more than mere memories and a tug at her heart. It rips the cover off an old secret that could hurt the people she loves most.
While Emily works to keep her secret safe and her heart safer, her sanity gets a reality check. She’s been seeing things—her past played out like home movies unreeling before her eyes, visions that are making Emily see herself, her family, everyone she knew, and every choice she made, in a revealing new light and a startling new angle. For Emily, seeing her life in rewind makes her realize she has hard choices to make for her future. Choices that may redefine everyone else’s future as well.
I felt that kiss in the soles of my feet.
His kisses make your clothes melt off. Oh, I had the feeling they were about to. It was so slow and delicious, like he was tasting everything, memorizing my mouth. When we finally came up for air, breathing like we’d just run a marathon, his hands shook. He traced my cheek, my lips, but his eyes never left mine.
“Probably—should come inside,” I managed, vaguely aware that we were on my porch.
He picked me up off my bare feet, and walked into the house, with my arms around his neck and my fingers in his hair. He kicked the door closed and let me down slowly, letting me slide down his body. That was it.
I was on fire for him. I pulled his face down with me and kissed him with all the passion I had burning inside me. Everything that had lay dormant for the past twenty years came raging to the surface. Ben responded the same, diving deep and aggressive. When he pulled his mouth away, he trailed down my jawline, down the side of my neck, moving my hair aside to taste the skin toward the bottom. I moaned at the sensations his tongue sent sparking through my body, and I twisted my fingers in his hair.
He unbuttoned one button at a time, following each opening with his mouth until he was kissing between my breasts. Then I was off my feet and wrapped around him, his hands holding my ass. I could feel him hard against me, and I locked my legs around him tighter. I was out of my mind with desire for the man who’d made me crazy with love the first time.
He made a growling noise deep in his throat, and turned and pinned me against the wall, pushing hard between my legs and making me gasp and wrap my legs tighter. “Where’s your bedroom, Em,” he said, his voice ragged.
I pointed, and he walked there, carrying me until he laid me on the bed and came with me, pressing his body against mine as his mouth ravaged mine and his hands went on the move.
Mine did too. Gone was the jacket, the flannel shirt, the T-shirt. I made easy discard of them, wanting skin against skin as he freed my top, peeled off my pajama pants in one movement, and came back up slowly, kissing his way up my thighs.
“Oh God, Ben,” I moaned, arching my back as he lingered torturously before working his way back up past my belly to my breasts, which he then made love to with his mouth till I was nearly begging.
He traveled back up to my face and kissed me, soft and then hard, soft and then hard, over and over till I rolled him over and worked a rhythm against him. He moaned my name and grabbed my ass as he moved with me, his eyes heavy and full of heat. I kissed down his chest, to his stomach, unzipping his jeans as I moved lower. He grabbed my head and made a sound of ecstasy as I licked my way down till he was free of restraint and in my mouth. He was huge and ready, but I teased him with more, dragging a nipple along the length of him as I crawled back up slowly and rubbed him against me until we were both shaking with need.
“I want you so bad,” I breathed, sliding down over him and catching my breath as all my muscles went taut. “Oh my Go—”
He made a long moan and dug his fingers into my hips, moving me how he needed me to move. I was done for. It had been far too long since a man made me feel like that, and all I could do was hold on to him and hope I didn’t pass out from lack of oxygen. I was going over the edge as he shoved up deeper. I was going—
“Ohhh!” I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. He pumped harder and all I could do was cry out in some crazy voice, as I heard him build up a roar of what sounded like pain if I hadn’t been watching his face.
My name never sounded so good as it did being forced through his clenched teeth in the throes of orgasm. Again. And again.
Sharla Lovelace is the National Bestselling Author of THE REASON IS YOU, BEFORE AND EVER SINCE, and the e-novella JUST ONE DAY. Being a Texas girl through and through, she is proud to say that she lives in Southeast Texas with her family, an old lady dog, and an aviary full of cockatiels.
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