Sweet Hill Temptation (Sweet Hill 0.50)

She nodded and kissed the side of his mouth, his jaw, his neck. He groaned, gripped the underside of her knee, and locked her leg against his hip.

“You sure?” he asked, reaching with his free hand to position himself at her entrance.

“Supersure.” She smiled.

That was all it took. When the tip of his cock met her slick heat, he didn’t need any more invitation. He thrust to the hilt.

Her eyes shot wide, and she gasped.

“You okay?” he asked, slowly retreating.

She was so tight, so wet, so ready. And he could feel all of her. No barriers. Just them. And it felt amazing. She wiggled a little against him, as if testing the waters, and his whole world hung in the balance in that moment. Waiting for the word to continue or stop.

“Don’t stop,” she said in that sexy voice he remembered hearing once before.

Thank God. Grabbing her other knee, he lifted her up. Balanced between his hold and the wall, she locked her legs around him and he sank inside her again.

“You feel so good,” she said, clutching his shoulders.

“So do you, baby.”

She fit him perfectly. Like warm silk gloving him. He knew right there that this could become addicting. The feel of her, all of her, tangled around him was like a drug. He withdrew and returned with another hard thrust, coaxing another moan from her. So he did it again. And again. Until all she would do was take it. Let him in. Let him take care of her.

Her ass banged against the wall, and the sound was like music to Luke’s ears, heightening his desire. But when her nails dug into his back, it spurred him like a wild bull, driving him even deeper, needing more.

“Luke,” she said between strangled breaths. “You’re going to … make me … again …”

He smiled and bit her bottom lip. “Good. Come on, baby. Come for me again.”

Nothing had ever brought him more satisfaction than that moment— Annie in his arms, coming apart for the second time around him. Because of him. It was like it was what he was meant to do. Bring her pleasure. Make her feel good.

That was what she did to him.

She had him crazed. Desperate for her. Gritting his teeth, he held back the ache in his gut and his own release, until she had hers.

Pumping faster, they held on to each other.

“Luke, yes!” She yelled his name to the ceiling, and he felt her flood him with her orgasm. He couldn’t hold back any longer. He was right there with her. A release so powerful it made him see stars and made his legs a little shaky.

Still breathing hard, Annie buried her face in his neck and hugged him like she didn’t want him to leave her. So he wouldn’t. Hopefully, he’d just changed her mind about keeping a distance, as she was saying earlier.

After long moments, she lifted her head and looked him in the eye. “Okay. Maybe I missed you a little.”

Chapter Four

“Ah, crap. What now?” Annie said, walking up to her café, which had a small crowd of geriatric looky-loos surrounding her front door. She couldn’t possibly hope that they were forming a line to get in this early in the morning.

Since she’d left Luke sleeping last night, she was so wired that instead of rest, she’d pulled an all-nighter pacing around her home and thinking. There was no way anyone could know her business, right? Of course, this was Sweet Hill and everyone seemed to know everything.

“Good morning,” she said with a cheery smile, making her way through the bystanders to get to the front door.

She stopped dead in her tracks. There were three big crates of apples piled on top of one another, the name JACOBS ORCHARD printed on the side. A big note was stuck to the top of the box of Pink Ladies:

When life gives you apples, make apple pie.

And yours is the best in town. Hope these help!

~Luke