Who’s ready for a sweet and sexy second chance romance? How about a giveaway? Everyone? Good! Today we’re enjoying an exclusive peek inside Tia Louise’s When We Touch, available next week. We also happen to have two signed copies of the book to give away! But before we get down to the nitty gritty, a bit of background on the book …
Ember and Jackson were high school sweethearts, but when Jackson went off to college, he was forced to leave his love behind. Jackson thought that Ember would always be waiting, but time and distance can be cruel opponents.
Blue eyes capture mine, and like a magnet, I’m drawn to him. I go straight into his arms, and they open, catching me, clasping me to his chest, holding me, surrounding me in the warmth and security I thought I’d lost.
In that single moment, everything melts away. The walls melt, all the things that kept us apart dissolve like sand in the sea. Lifting my head, I find his eyes, and he smiles, smoothing his palms along my cheeks, tracing my jawline with his thumbs.
“I want you back, Ember Rose. I want it all back.”
I nod, my eyes heating. “I want that, too.”
Leaning forward, he kisses me softly, just a nip of his lips against mine. It’s fire in my veins. “I thought I came here to get away, to find peace, but I came for you.” He speaks against my skin, kissing and inhaling. “You drew me here. I don’t care about the lies. I don’t care what we were told. They won’t keep us apart anymore. You’re mine.”
“Yes,” I repeat, my lips parting as his return to mine.
His tongue sweeps inside, and warmth floods my stomach. A bubble of happiness expands in my chest. Our kisses consume, and the jagged lines of the chasm in my heart slowly melt together.
“Jackson…” His grip on me is strong but gentle, firm and possessive as he carries me to the bed.
It’s only us.
The scars are gone.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, he holds my back in his hand. His lips are on my shoulder, tracing a line and leaving chills in his wake. I shiver and look down, heat flooding my panties.
“I want you now.” His voice is thick with hunger, and all I can do is nod, touching his face.
Reaching up, I lower the spaghetti straps of my top. They fall down around my upper arms, and he kisses across the top of my chest, moving lower to pull a beaded nipple into his mouth.
“Oh, yes!” I gasp as my back arches.
It’s been so long.
I want him so bad.
He pulls my sensitive skin between his teeth then soothes it with his kiss, and I move like a wave, following the progress of his mouth.
Bending forward, I kiss his head, his soft hair, and he lifts up to cover my mouth as his hand covers my breast.
I catch his shirt and pull. My hands are on his body, smoothing the planes and lines, tracing the rippling muscles with my fingers. I feel him tighten with a groan.
“Ember,” he whispers, lifting me to stand and sliding the remainder of my clothes to the floor.
I hold his cheeks as his mouth moves across my navel to my hip.
“Oh, God,” I gasp as his fingers touch my core, looping in my panties and ripping them away.
The first pass of his tongue over my clit causes my knees to buckle. “Oh…” I moan.
“So good,” he speaks against my sensitive skin, roughing my inner thigh with his beard.
I catch his shoulders to find my balance, but he’s not letting up. He’s not slowing down. He’s hungry. He grips my thighs, pulling me closer, kissing and sucking eagerly at my clit, twisting feverish desire in my belly.
“Jackson… Jackson…” I chant his name as streaks of pleasure climb my legs like vines, centering in my core, drawing tighter with every pass of his tongue.
Fluttering starts in my feet, and I feel my wetness on my thighs. My hands are on his shoulders, and my fingers clench as the orgasm grows tighter…
Until it explodes.
“Ahh!” I cry as the shudders wrack my body.
He’s kissing me now, slower, soothing passes. My fingers flex and release, and my legs tremble as he cups my ass, gently rotating me so I’m lying back on the bed.
I’m buzzing with aftershocks, and I watch with hazy eyes as he pulls his shirt over his head, leaving his dark hair in a silky mess. Next, he shoves his jeans down, allowing his erection to spring free. It’s thick and straining, just like I remember.
He doesn’t hesitate to come to me, kneeling on the bed and moving my thighs apart. His blue eyes are navy with hunger, and in one fluid move, he’s inside me.
“Oh, God,” I gasp.
“Yes…” His voice is at my ear.
Holding my cheek, he kisses my neck, my shoulder, as the thrusting grows faster, stronger. My knees rise, and he holds the back of my thigh, plunging deeper, impossibly deep as our bodies rock in time. The pace increases. He’s pumping hard, and little noises ache from my throat with every hit. It’s so good, my second orgasm burns hotter than the first. Stars shoot behind my closed eyes. My insides erupt in shimmering spasms of pleasure as I come.
“Fuck, yes.” His back arches, and with a low groan he holds me, steadying himself as I feel him break, pulsing and filling me.
Reaching up, I slide my hands over his shoulders, down to his waist.
His kisses are soft, slow, on my shoulder, my neck. “Only you, Ember. Only you.”
His heart beats against my breast.
Our hearts beat together.
We’re one, like we were before.
Like we were always meant to be.
And now for that give away we promised you! Use the Rafflecopter below to enter to win one of two autographed copies of Tia’s When We Touch. Must be 18 or older to enter. U.S. entrants only, please.
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