Third in the Summersville Secrets Series.
"What do you say?" Carson, the man she's lusted over for the past five years, is standing in her kitchen, offering himself up for research.
Lily isn't convinced she hasn't fallen asleep at her keyboard and is now having the most amazing dream. No one in the town of Summersville knows she writes erotic romance under a pseudonym. Everyone knows her as the quiet, conservative woman who owns and operates the local flower shop, Lily's Blossoms. She's rarely dated and certainly not a man eight years younger.
But Carson is resolute. He's wanted Lily for years and when he stumbles onto her secret, he seizes the opportunity to get closer to her. Lily has a list of erotic fantasies she wants to research including sex in public, roses, whipped cream and a striptease. Carson has a few ideas of his own and he's determined to be the man she experiences each and every item with. What she doesn't know is that he has an agenda of his own--one that ends with them together forever.
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November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Lily Blossoms by N.J. Walters
What could she say? Lily didn't know what to say. Couldn't manage a coherent sentence if her life depended on it. She wasn't totally convinced that she hadn't fallen asleep at her keyboard and was now having the most amazing dream. Carson Granger, the man she'd lusted over and fantasized about for the past five years, was standing in her kitchen, offering himself up for research.
This had to be a dream. Either that or she was losing her mind.
She shook her head, trying to clear it, and licked her lips, which were suddenly dry. His pale blue eyes followed the track of her tongue, their color deepening. For the first time since he arrived, she forgot about her self-consciousness and really looked at Carson.
He was wearing his usual uniform of boots, jeans and T-shirt, yet it didn't detract from his commanding presence. If anything, it enhanced it. His shoulders were broad, stretching the seams of his snowy white shirt. The fabric clung to his chest like a second skin, leaving very little to her imagination.
She knew he had an impressive set of abs and that he had a small amount of chest hair that was slightly darker than the hair on his head. She'd seen him with his shirt off more than once when she'd gone to pick up Ethan from work before he'd bought a car of his own. The first time she'd seen Carson naked from the waist up, the sight had fired her sexual fantasies for months.
And how pathetic was that? She was a clich?--older, divorced woman lusts after young stud. "I'm sorry, Carson. I don't think that's a good idea." It was harder than she'd anticipated to push the words past her lips. A part of her really wanted to take him up on his outrageous plan.
"I think it's an excellent idea." He leaned closer. His presence seemed to suck all the available air from around her. She swallowed as his mouth touched hers. It was barely a touch, more of a grazing.
Lily felt it all the way to her toes. Her entire body began to hum as he leaned back and stared down at her. She wished she knew what was going on behind those pale blue eyes. Tension vibrated from him, and she sensed his determination.
She opened her mouth to reiterate her position but never got the opportunity to speak. Carson swooped down and captured her lips again. His lips were firm and warm against hers. He didn't force anything, just moved his mouth over hers. In spite of her resolve, she found herself leaning into his kiss.
She wanted to know what he tasted like.
Her tongue snaked out and traced the contours of his mouth. He groaned and parted his lips. She took advantage of the invitation and slid her tongue inside. He tasted like coffee and mint and hot male. It was scary and intoxicating at the same time. She didn't think she'd have had the nerve to continue, except Carson seemed to be as involved in the kiss as she was.
His breathing was harsh, his chest brushing hers with each breath he took as they were standing so close together. Yet she didn't feel threatened by him. His hands were resting lightly on her shoulders, but he wasn't holding her. She could step away at any time. She sensed that this was his way of letting her know that she was in charge. Anything they did was up to her.
There was power in that. And it made her head spin.
Slowly, she slid her hands over his chest, lightly kneading. She could feel the muscles jumping beneath her palms. He was all tense muscles and tendons as she stroked her fingers over his chest before linking them behind his neck. The action brought her chest tight to his. She swallowed back a moan as her taut, beaded nipples pressed against the solid planes of his chest.
Carson broke their kiss, burying his face in the curve of her neck. His breath was hot against her skin. "Does this mean yes?" He raised his head and she found herself pinned by his laser blue gaze. She could see the heat behind it. The passion.
Her body responded immediately. An ache began to throb low in her belly. She felt empty and needy. Arching her hips slightly, she brought her pelvis into alignment with his. The hard bulge behind his jeans both fascinated and terrified her. It had been such a long time for her.
Not that she was considering sleeping with Carson--not exactly.
Then what exactly was she doing?