But when her sweet little tongue brushes against my lower lip, I’m lost, caught up in the smell, the taste, the feel of her pressed against me so perfectly, it’s as if she was made for me. “I’ve wanted to do this all damn week.” My lips descend on hers, light at first, just to get a taste. The pupils of her gorgeous blue eyes dilate as her gaze whips to mine before moving down to my lips, which tingle under her scrutiny. I instinctively take her hand, tug, and press her against me from knees to chest. I can’t eat any more without putting myself in sugar shock, and it won’t last for another week.”Īs she walks around the island to retrieve the plate, her arm brushes mine as she reaches past me. She stuffs the rest into her mouth and shakes her head. She’s halfway into her treat when she looks up and sees that I haven’t touched the one in front of me, but I’m watching her in fascination. “This has to last me a week,” she says around a mouthful of food. Rina sets a cupcake on a plate and licks frosting off her thumb as she passes it over to me, then picks up the other one, peels down the paper, and takes a big bite. She’s wearing a light layer of makeup, and she’s dressed in a pretty red sweater and blue jeans. She always wears it up when we work together, so seeing it down is a treat. Her blond hair is down tonight, falling in loose waves to the middle of her back. She sets her little box of cupcakes on the kitchen counter and reaches into a cabinet for a plate. Rina flips lights on as we walk through the home to the kitchen. I won’t have any of that sugar, but I’ll be damned if I’ll resist the invitation to spend more time with her.
Two lonely hearts could learn to beat again, if they’re willing to dance together.“Do you want to come in?” Rina asks when I pull into her driveway. Sure, he doesn’t have time for a woman and barely sees the rest of his family, but it’s a trade he’s always been happy to make. Not just because he’s a workaholic, but because he loves it. Closing off her heart opened a hundred new doors.įor almost 20 years, Levi has been consumed by the law.
Losing her fiancé was devastating, but she’s channeled all of that into her music. No one knows that America’s sweetheart is still living with the wreckage of four years ago, when her world was torn apart.
Everyone knows her kick-ass, no-holds-barred style of singing, dancing, and living. Not with that many Grammys on her mantel. She doesn’t have a last name, and she doesn’t need one. From New York Times best-selling author Kristen Proby comes an all-new novel in her beloved With Me in Seattle series, Dance with Me.
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