He placed his hand on her shoulder and stroked, then he lowered his touch to her waist, continuing on with his stroking expedition. “Hey. I could be memorizing each one of your freckles.”
“Like you couldn’t recite their location with your eyes closed.” She did this up and down finger motion that scanned the length of his body. “Undress Mr. McQuaid.”
Jeans. Boxers. Socks. Can’t forget those. Were on the floor in seconds. They stood naked. Body to body. Her ample breasts brushed against his chest hair and each time she giggled from the light touch a tightness twisted in his gut. This beautiful woman wanted him. The girl who stole is heart sophomore year of college when she said “hi” to him after the homecoming game and she still held his heart captive. She was his person. His Holly. Always.
He gathered her in his arms. “I want you.”
“Take me,” she said breathlessly.
She didn’t have to ask him twice. He kissed her, walking them to the bed. They rammed into the edge of the mattress both falling down on the comforter. Her legs fell apart, making room for him to climb between her knees. He pressed his mouth to hers, hard, as he ran his hands up and down her side. So soft. So beautiful. The heat returned to his gut, and he was reminded she was his forever, and unlike in college in their early dating days he didn’t have to question if he’d get to hold her in his arms again. They’d get their second round. And another.
He kissed her again, softy, then gazed at her.
She hooked her legs around his waist and looked deeply into his eyes. “You going to stare at me all night?”
“I could stare at you every night and not tire.” His body tightened like a rubber band ready to burst with need. He positioned himself above her. “Holly it’s you. Always will be.”
She cupped his face. “Same for me. Always you.”
And then he moved, sinking into pleasure, showing her that she was his one and always only.
About the Author
Jodi Linton is the author of romance novels with heart and sass. She lives in Texas with her husband and two kids. When she isn’t writing about happily ever after’s, she likes to travel with her family.
Sign up for Jodi’s newsletter and never miss any news!
Looking for more of Jodi’s books? Check them ALL out right here!
Stay connected with Jodi at
on Facebook and on Twitter and on Bookbub
Join her FAB READER CLUB on Facebook for insider peeks, friendly chats with other book peeps, and more!
Cupcakes & Macaroons
Cupcakes & Macaroons
A Cupcakes Series Short
By Bethany Lopez
Cupcakes & Macaroons
Copyright © 2020 Bethany Lopez
All Rights Reserved
This book may not be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission from the author. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. All characters and storylines are the property of the author and your support and respect is appreciated. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.
Chapter One
“I love you both so much,” I told my twins as Cade waited patiently by the door. “Be good for your dad and I’ll bring you lots of souvenirs.”
“Bye, Mom, have fun,” Elin said, allowing me to kiss him briefly on the cheek.
“Okay, Mom, you’d better go or you’ll miss your flight. We’ll be fine,” Elena insisted as she tried to push me off her. “Bye, Cade, love you.”
“Yeah, love you, Cade,” Elin repeated.
“Love you guys, too,” Cade said as he picked up his leather duffel, indicating he was ready to leave.
“Thanks, Eric, see you in a few weeks,” I said to my ex.
“No problem, you two have a good time. And, Lila, try and stay out of trouble,” he said wryly.
“Yeah, right,” Cade joked, before prodding, “Darlin’?”
“I’m coming,” I said, giving my kids each one more kiss on the cheek before rolling my bags to the door.
Once we were outside, Cade loaded our bags into the back of his truck and we were on our way to the airport.
Day before yesterday we’d had a beautiful wedding with our friends and family in attendance, and now we were headed to Europe for our honeymoon. I’d planned the wedding, and Cade, the honeymoon, so although I knew we were going to Paris, Venice, and Barcelona, I didn’t know the particulars.
And, I was totally okay with that.
Three weeks in Europe with my gorgeous hunk of a man was the stuff of fantasies.
Hell, I’d be happy in a straw hut in the middle of nowhere … as long as Cade was with me.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I said excitedly. “I hope Carmen will be okay holding down the fort.”
I was a private investigator. I kind of fell into the business after the PI I worked for was murdered and he left his business to me. Carmen, one of my best friends and new business associate, was watching over things while we were away.
Carmen had done it before, and I knew she’d be fine, but still, the business was like my baby, and I couldn’t help but worry something would go wrong while I was away. Or worse, she’d catch a case that put her in danger, and I wouldn’t be around to help her out of it.
Not that she was alone. Not only was she dating Branson Braswell, a lawyer and friend who’d gotten us out of some tough spots. But, our friend Bea was a local cop, and Amy May was always up for a little trouble, although, now that she was pregnant she probably needed to stop getting involved.
“She’ll be fine,” Cade replied. “Carmen’s a tough and smart woman.”
I nodded in agreement, since he’d simply confirmed my own thoughts.
We got to the airport and made it through TSA in record time. Since we were a little early, we decided to stop at the bar for a drink while we waited to board.
Cade pulled his hair back into a messy man bun, pulling off a look I couldn’t in a million years, the jerk, and I couldn’t stop my grin as I took him in.
Tall and built like a brick shithouse, with long dark hair, tanned skin, and a face meant to be an artist’s muse. Cade was all man. Virile, sexy, and sometimes scary. As a man who got things done for his MC, and looked like he was tailor made to ride a motorcycle, my new husband got my vote for the sexiest man alive.
“You good?” he asked with a grin when he caught me staring.
I could tell by the look on his face, Cade knew what I was thinking, but I still picked the olive out of my dirty martini and made a little show of putting it in my mouth and sucking on my fingers.
“So good,” I purred, leaning in close so only he could hear me. “You are so incredibly sexy.”