Taming the Country Star: A Hometown Heroes Novella (Entangled Bliss) by Margo Bond Collins Page A
Authors: Margo Bond Collins
Tags: Catherine Bybee, music, musician, reunited lovers, small town romance, Novella, past love, Cindi Madsen, Marina Adair, famous, Julia London, country
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much.
God, she tasted good, like cinnamon.
He swelled as her breasts brushed against his chest, and his fingers tangled in her hair, his knuckles grazing the brick wall behind her.
…
Cole’s palm was warm against Kylie’s cheek. His lips burned against hers and he used his other arm to pull her in tightly against him.
This was a bad idea, Kylie was sure. But somehow she’d lost track of the conversation, staring at the scar across Cole’s lower lip. The scratchy-soft feel of his mouth against her skin as he kissed the side of her neck made her gasp. His breath brushed across her earlobe as he whispered, “I’ve missed you, Kylie.”
Definitely a terrible idea. Despite her earlier resolution for a fresh start, all her anxieties about Cole Grayson rose to the surface in an instant.
Not forever .
But maybe she could enjoy right now.
That kind of thinking was what had gotten her picture splashed all over the tabloids less than a year ago. Granted, now that she knew who he was, she could make a more informed decision.
He lied about who he was.
Except LeeAnn was right. He hadn’t lied. He had tried to tell her who he was, and she had stopped him.
What if she were merely another notch on his bedpost?
Did it really matter? If that’s all she was, then it was a little too late to worry about it—after Cozumel, the notch was already there.
And if they were truly starting over, then she could, if she wanted, give in to the desire that had been tugging at her ever since he had bounded out onto the stage at his show.
To be honest, Kylie had dreamed about Cole almost every night since she had walked away from him in Mexico, had remembered his kisses and his touch, daydreamed about seeing him again.
Although she might not have been willing to admit to anyone—even herself—that she still thought about him, those fantasies meant she couldn’t simply push him away now.
I did promise him a new beginning .
This felt a little bit like picking up right where they had left off.
Could she move past her fear and anger, let go enough to appreciate the moment without worrying about the future?
She wanted to. But would she be able to?
Can I enjoy what he’s offering, but still keep my heart safe?
I’ve already put myself through almost a year of misery. One more night couldn’t hurt any worse, right?
It might even make up for all that unhappiness.
We’re both consenting adults.
We can enjoy each other, then walk away, no strings attached.
His biceps bulged under her fingertips as she ran them across his arms and around his back.
And God knows his body is worth the risk.
“Yes,” she whispered.
She tugged him into a deep kiss, her tongue tangling with his, leaving them both breathless. Her arms snaked up to wrap around him and she leaned against him. She could feel him hard against her through his jeans and her skirt. As if the thought had spurred him on, his hand slid down past her waist and then back up her thigh.
Better than Mexico.
Exceeding her memories, her daydreams, or her imagination—Cole’s touch burned through her, bypassing all the rational parts of her mind and lighting on some deep part of her that she had almost forgotten existed, bringing it fluttering back to life.
She had almost forgotten that, too—this intense connection to Cole that skipped right past her logical self and anchored itself into the core of her being.
Even their new start couldn’t erase that link.
Drawing her even closer, he butterflied kisses down to the top of her shirt and flicked his tongue across her collarbone. His knuckles brushed gently across her waist, then moved up under her shirt. Sweeping his thumb along the bottom of her bra, then lightly across her breast, he flicked it against the taut nipple underneath the fabric.
His mouth slanted against hers, and she darted her tongue in against his lips. Cole groaned against her mouth and Kylie leaned into him and deepened the kiss. After a long, shuddery
God, she tasted good, like cinnamon.
He swelled as her breasts brushed against his chest, and his fingers tangled in her hair, his knuckles grazing the brick wall behind her.
…
Cole’s palm was warm against Kylie’s cheek. His lips burned against hers and he used his other arm to pull her in tightly against him.
This was a bad idea, Kylie was sure. But somehow she’d lost track of the conversation, staring at the scar across Cole’s lower lip. The scratchy-soft feel of his mouth against her skin as he kissed the side of her neck made her gasp. His breath brushed across her earlobe as he whispered, “I’ve missed you, Kylie.”
Definitely a terrible idea. Despite her earlier resolution for a fresh start, all her anxieties about Cole Grayson rose to the surface in an instant.
Not forever .
But maybe she could enjoy right now.
That kind of thinking was what had gotten her picture splashed all over the tabloids less than a year ago. Granted, now that she knew who he was, she could make a more informed decision.
He lied about who he was.
Except LeeAnn was right. He hadn’t lied. He had tried to tell her who he was, and she had stopped him.
What if she were merely another notch on his bedpost?
Did it really matter? If that’s all she was, then it was a little too late to worry about it—after Cozumel, the notch was already there.
And if they were truly starting over, then she could, if she wanted, give in to the desire that had been tugging at her ever since he had bounded out onto the stage at his show.
To be honest, Kylie had dreamed about Cole almost every night since she had walked away from him in Mexico, had remembered his kisses and his touch, daydreamed about seeing him again.
Although she might not have been willing to admit to anyone—even herself—that she still thought about him, those fantasies meant she couldn’t simply push him away now.
I did promise him a new beginning .
This felt a little bit like picking up right where they had left off.
Could she move past her fear and anger, let go enough to appreciate the moment without worrying about the future?
She wanted to. But would she be able to?
Can I enjoy what he’s offering, but still keep my heart safe?
I’ve already put myself through almost a year of misery. One more night couldn’t hurt any worse, right?
It might even make up for all that unhappiness.
We’re both consenting adults.
We can enjoy each other, then walk away, no strings attached.
His biceps bulged under her fingertips as she ran them across his arms and around his back.
And God knows his body is worth the risk.
“Yes,” she whispered.
She tugged him into a deep kiss, her tongue tangling with his, leaving them both breathless. Her arms snaked up to wrap around him and she leaned against him. She could feel him hard against her through his jeans and her skirt. As if the thought had spurred him on, his hand slid down past her waist and then back up her thigh.
Better than Mexico.
Exceeding her memories, her daydreams, or her imagination—Cole’s touch burned through her, bypassing all the rational parts of her mind and lighting on some deep part of her that she had almost forgotten existed, bringing it fluttering back to life.
She had almost forgotten that, too—this intense connection to Cole that skipped right past her logical self and anchored itself into the core of her being.
Even their new start couldn’t erase that link.
Drawing her even closer, he butterflied kisses down to the top of her shirt and flicked his tongue across her collarbone. His knuckles brushed gently across her waist, then moved up under her shirt. Sweeping his thumb along the bottom of her bra, then lightly across her breast, he flicked it against the taut nipple underneath the fabric.
His mouth slanted against hers, and she darted her tongue in against his lips. Cole groaned against her mouth and Kylie leaned into him and deepened the kiss. After a long, shuddery
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