More Than Words: More Than, Book 3 (13 page)

For a second he looked confused, then his eyes cleared. “Your emails.”

“I knew I would, Sam. Knew if I ever got to feel your mouth on mine, your lips on my body, I’d be so overwhelmed I wouldn’t be able to hold the tears back.”

He caught a tear on his fingertip, kissed her where the drop had been. The kiss was so exquisite, it made her want to cry even more. Not sad tears, mind you. These were tears of pure delight.

“No one’s ever cried when I kissed them before.”

“No one loves you as much as I do.”

Sam froze. For a second, then his eyes closed and his mouth widened in a smile. “Say it again.”

“No one’s ever loved you as much as I do, Sam.”

He let out a very slow breath. “I’ve waited four years to hear you say that.”

Molly had to stop her jaw from falling open. “Pardon?”

“Four years, Miss Molly. That’s how long I’ve wanted you.” He kissed her again, unerringly finding her mouth, even with his eyes closed. “Only I couldn’t tell you, couldn’t let you know, because first Mickey was my patient, and then you were my receptionist. I trained myself to ignore the obvious. Forced myself to look beyond my desire and treat you professionally.”

She could barely believe her ears. “Damn it, Sam. That’s exactly how long I’ve been in love with you. I fell the first time I met you, when you told me you had full faith in Mickey walking again. Every time I saw you after that I only fell a little more in love with you.”

Sam shook his head with a smile. “So much wasted time.”

“W-when Ruth said you were getting married…” She let the words trail off, unable give voice to her thoughts.

Sam obviously didn’t need her to. “Ruth jumped the gun about the whole marriage thing. She took one look at my face when she walked into my office and knew something had changed in my life. Knew there was someone important. A woman. She was right. Only it wasn’t Sarah I was thinking of. It was you.”

“You were thinking of me while you were with your sister?”

He smiled at her. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you sent me that first accidental email.”

Molly’s heart filled with so much happiness she feared it might explode. “Did you mean what you said? About being in love with me?”

“’Course I did.” His voice was gruff with emotion. “I’m very much in love with you, Miss Molly. I need you. Hell, I’m obsessed with you.”

The tears that had dried up now filled her eyes again. Emotion welled in her chest, threatening to overwhelm her. Sam loved her. “I love you too. But…”

Sam tensed. “But?”

“But you know I don’t come alone. Mickey and I are a package deal.”

“Of course you are. I love Mickey too, you should know that. I’m crazy about that kid.”

God, was it any wonder she loved this man so damn much? “Oh, I almost forgot. She asked me to give you a message.”

“She did?”

“Yeah. She wants you to know she scored her first goal in soccer.”

Sam’s face creased with joy. “That’s brilliant news.”

“Four years ago I thought she’d never kick a ball again. Now look at her.”

“She’s done good.”

“You’ve done good, Sam. You did this for her. And I love you for that.”

“Is that the only reason you love me?”

Hell, no. There were gazillions of reasons. Too many to count. Molly shook her head solemnly. “No, there’s one more.”

“Just one, eh?”

“It’s a good one. I promise.”

“And that is?”

“It’s my birthday today, Sam.”

He looked over her head at the sunflowers that filled her office and the half-eaten cupcake on her desk. “Yeah, I kind of got that.”

“You gave me the best present ever.”

“Flowers?”

“No.”

“Cupcakes.”

“No, Sam.” She wrapped her legs around his waist. “Today you made all my birthday wishes come true.”

His answering smile was tantalizing. And wicked. “Not all of them.”

She grinned at him. “Well, there may be one or two others I have.”

“I love you, Miss Molly.” His hand swept over her bare back in tempestuous circles.

“I love you too, Sam. More than words could ever say.”

And right there, in Sam’s waiting room, with the door firmly shut and locked to the outside world, Sam made the rest of Molly’s birthday wishes come true.

About the Author

Apart from her family and friends, Jess Dee loves two things: romance and food. Is it any wonder she specializes in dee-liciously sexy romance? Jess loves hearing from readers. You can email her at
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It was just sex…until the booty calls got serious.

More Than Lovers

© 2013 Jess Dee

More Than, Book 2

When Sarah Deacon’s new relationship comes to an unexpected end, she heads straight for the one place she can always find no-strings comfort—her neighbor’s bed. Charlie, who’s made it clear sex is all he wants, is only too happy to oblige.
 

Hot sex with a gorgeous surfer any time she’s single and in the mood? Oh, yeah. She’s all signed up for that course.

Charlie Hudson knows he’s all wrong for the sexy geneticist. After all, what could a long-haired school dropout have in common with a classy academic? Nothing…except maybe a burning desire for her that just won’t quit no matter how often they have sex.

Sensing the breakup has damaged her self-worth, Charlie cooks up a plan to introduce her to three “appropriate” men who’ll show her she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. But when his matchmaking begins to work too well, he realizes there’s only one thing worse than not having her in his bed.

Losing the chance to make her his forever.

Warning:
One blond-haired, blue-eyed surfer dude + red-hot booty calls = a book you will not be able to put down (unless you plan to go surfing…or jump your guy.)

Enjoy the following excerpt for
More Than
Lovers:

For the second time in three weeks, Sarah’s heart beat unsteadily as she knocked on Charlie’s door. Last time her heart had pounded this hard was because she’d desperately needed Charlie to be home, desperately needed him to ease the hurt caused by Sebastian’s rejection.

And he’d done a stand-up job of it. Sarah hadn’t thought about Sebastian since.

This time her heart raced like a runaway train because she was just damn nervous. She had absolutely no idea where she stood with Charlie.

For two weeks they’d been almost joined at the hips. Spent almost every minute from sundown to sunup together.

Then Charlie just stopped visiting, stopped inviting her over. After their talk about the imaginary fire, he hadn’t even insisted she stay the night. If anything, he’d been all too quick to help her dress and see her to the door.

She hadn’t seen him since. Not even for a booty call. She’d glimpsed him from afar, but that was it.

And damn it, she missed him. Ached for him. But insecurity and uncertainty had prevented her from contacting him. For eighteen months they’d had an easy sexual relationship. Satisfied each other physically whenever the need arose then went home.

For two weeks they’d had more. Much more.

And now…nothing.

Sarah had never been unsure about her and Charlie’s relationship. Never feared knocking on his door before. But tonight, well, damn it, her palms were all sweaty and her breath kept jamming in her chest.

It was time to talk about what was going on between them. Time to question what those two weeks had been all about. Because Sarah had liked them. Really, really liked them. Now that she’d had a taste of life with Charlie, she didn’t want to go back to the every-now-and-again booty call.

But when he opened the door, his face a neutral mask, Sarah had no idea how to broach the subject. No idea what to say to him. He looked neither excited nor unhappy to see her. He didn’t rip off his clothes the second she stepped inside, but he didn’t tell her he had company either.

It was his complete impartiality that ripped her courage away. The second she sat on his couch—fully clothed—she lost every word she’d planned to use to express her confusion and to tell him how bloody much she missed him. “Char?”

“Yeah?”

Talk to him, Sarah. This is Charlie. You can say anything. Ask him anything.
“I’m over the bet. Can we just call it quits?”

Yeah, not what you meant to say, now is it?

He sat on the other couch, wearing as many clothes as she, which flummoxed her. She and Charlie didn’t sit passively on couches. Not if they hadn’t fucked like bunnies yet.

Bewilderment reigned supreme.

“What? No. You can’t be over it. You haven’t met the third guy yet. Sam.”

“I don’t wanna meet the third guy. I just want to stop the bet.” That wasn’t a lie. It just wasn’t top on her list of priorities to discuss this evening.

“You have to meet him,” Charlie insisted. “He’s a doctor. A pediatrician. Brilliant guy too. He’s the one, Sar. I can feel it. You’re gonna love him.”

Sarah instinctively disagreed. She didn’t want to love Doctor Sam. Wasn’t interested in loving him. She truly had had enough of Charlie’s matchmaking services. Today’s events at lunch had cemented that decision for her.

Wait a minute. “The one?” She gawked at him. “Now you’re talking long-term prospects? I thought you just wanted to introduce me to a few guys who’d find me attractive and fun to be with.”

“Yeah. That was my intention. At first. But Sam…” Charlie nodded. “I’ve got a good feeling about the two of you. A wedding-bells feeling.”

The hairs on Sarah’s arms stood on end. She’d come to discuss Charlie and Sarah, and Charlie was talking… “Wedding bells?”

“He’s the marrying kind. In it for the long haul.”

Unlike Charlie, who’d shoved marriage to the bottom of his to-do list.

She gulped in a couple mouthfuls of air, trying hard to still the panic fluttering in her chest. Charlie was trying to marry her off…to someone else!

A good bad boy is hard to find…

Getting Hotter

© 2012 Elle Kennedy

An
Out of Uniform
Story

Seth Masterson has been lusting over Miranda Breslin since the moment he saw her on a Vegas stage. Now that he’s been asked to watch out for her as she opens a dance studio in San Diego, he’s all over it, figuring it’s his chance to get her in his bed. Except the stubborn single mom seems determined to deny their crazy-sizzling sexual chemistry. In typical SEAL fashion, Seth makes it his personal mission to prove her wrong.

Miranda got over her attraction to bad boys about the time one of them knocked her up at the age of eighteen. Seth’s mocking gray eyes and military-buff bod, though, are pure and utter temptation. And when a flooded apartment forces her and her twins to move in with him, she can no longer resist the urge to set off some serious fireworks between the sheets.