This steamy nightcap novella, the fifth book in the No Weddings Series, takes us on a post-happily-ever-after adventure as Cade attempts to rewrite Valentine’s Day with his new wife, Hannah. Wedded bliss. After everything Hannah and I have been through, we finally have it. Yet dark dreams from my troubled past continue to escalate as we approach Valentine’s Day. Determined to fill our present with great memories that overtake all others, I plan a trip to New York—down to every scheduled detail. Yeah, there will even be a musical. But Mother Nature has a few tricks up her sleeve. And the universe keeps throwing us curveballs… *** PLEASE NOTE *** Scorching (explicit) sex scenes. Fire extinguisher highly recommended.
The silence between us, right as it felt, was thick with emotion. I smiled and kissed the top of her head. “You like the place?” Her voice came out just above a whisper. “I love it.” She turned in my arms. “It’s a little bigger than a hot dog stand.” I tried not to laugh. “That it is, Maestro. But wine and desserts suit you better.” With a quick glance at the stone buildings, her expression fell. “I didn’t imagine we’d be taking over a business. Somehow I thought we’d build one of our own.” “We will make this our own. But it’s only our first venture. We’ve got the rest of our lives to create whatever we want.” Her eyes softened as her gaze fell to my lips. “I like that thought.” Pulling her closer, I smirked. “What thought is that? Your hungry expression makes me think work is the last thing on your mind.” The deep pink blush on her cheeks gave away just how naughty her thoughts had gone. “Really? We’re talking about business and in two seconds flat you want to jump me?” She broke away with a gentle shove to my chest. “It’s your fault. Your touching me does it.” I held my hands up, doing my best to impersonate innocence. “I did nothing. But just so we’re clear: For us to work together, there’s a hands-off policy?” Her mouth broke into a wide grin. Then her teeth tugged on that sexy lower lip of hers as she took a few steps backward. “I’m not making any rules. You’ll only break them.” True. I tilted my head down, gaze never leaving hers, and stalked forward, matching her slow retreat step for step. Then my attention scanned downward. “What are those things over your legs? You’ve never worn them before. Not sure I approve.” They hid all her tempting olive skin from me. She clutched her purple scarf and the lapels of her knee-length black coat as she opened her arms wide. “They’re knit tights. To keep my legs warm. There are other things in this world meant to go under my skirts besides petticoats.” “Inconceivable.” I smirked. “But now all I can think about is what’s under those knit tights.” She stretched her arms behind her, which pulled the material of her dress taut over her breasts. Her nipples had hardened. A fact my eyes caught even in the dim light—a Cade Michaelson superpower. I heaved in a breath. “I am meant to go under your skirt. The most important thing.” Mischief glittered in her eyes a split second before she made a run for it in the opposite direction. I let her think she could escape, but her feeble attempt at speed gave her away. She wanted to get caught. After an easy jog, I captured her with a gentle colliding hug, swept her into my arms, and backed her into the stone railing, sitting her on its wide surface. Her soft laughter rang out as I nudged her legs open and stepped between them. Heart racing from more than the chase, I bent down and ran my lips a hairsbreadth from her neck beginning at her collarbone and ending just below her ear with a slow exhale. She shivered and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. I nipped her earlobe with my teeth, growling low. “The things I am going to do to you under that skirt. Filthy-as-fuck things that will have you begging for more.” Her voice was a breathless whisper. “Oh, like what?” “You know I don’t give itineraries.” I slid my hands up under the soft fabric of her short dress. The waistband of the tights gave way to my exploration. The moment my fingers slid along warm skin she gasped and gripped my biceps. “Your hands are freezing.” “I’m pretty sure they won’t be much longer.” When I skimmed lower, I blinked and pulled back. “You’re not wearing a thong.” She gave me a slow headshake. “I usually go commando with tights.” “Fuck. I’m liking tights more and more.” I gripped the sexy globes of her ass, and she groaned, leaning toward me. She let out a measured breath. “We can’t have sex right here.” “Oh, we can. It’s entirely possible and definitely feasible.” I’d completely blocked her with my body. Would it be risky in this very public place? Yeah. Would it be asinine to do it, knowing we sought to run a potential business here? Absolutely.
~*ABOUT THE AUTHOR*~
Award-winning and bestselling romance author Kat Bastion has teamed up with her husband Stone Bastion to create the new contemporary romance series No Weddings. A few factoids about the writing team… Kat enjoys her chocolate rich and dark, her music edgy and soul-filling, and her vacations exotic with toes dug into the sand. And she’s wildly, madly, deeply in love with Stone. Stone likes pounding the trails on a mountain bike, vibrating the sound system with rock music, and down time spent on a stand up paddleboard. And he loves Kat wildly, madly, deeply…and then some. Together, they’re having a blast bringing fun-filled romantic stories to life and hope you’ll join them in the exciting adventure. Kat’s first published work, Utterly Loved, was a twentieth anniversary gift of love poems to Stone that they decided to share with the world to benefit charity. Net proceeds from Utterly Loved, and a portion of net proceeds from all their books, go toward charities involved in the fight against human trafficking. Kat and Stone live amid the beautiful Sonoran Desert of Arizona. Visit their blog at www.talktotheshoe.com, website at www.katbastion.com, and their Twitter accounts at https://twitter.com/KatBastion and https://twitter.com/StoneBastion for more information. Keep informed about new releases by joining their Email Subscription list.