What happens when you find the right one at the wrong time?
Cara Medlen has a serious case of animal attraction. And it's not because of all the foster dogs she's rescued. She's got it bad for her incredibly sexy neighbor. Her one rule: Don't get attached. It's served her well with the dogs she's given to good homes and the children she's nannied. Yet the temptation of Matt's sexy smile might just convince her that some rules are made to be broken. Matt Dumont doesn't need his skills as a private investigator to detect disaster on the horizon. Cara is everything he thought he'd never find-gorgeous, funny, and caring. But there's no way he can start a relationship just as he's about to move to another state. Talk about bad timing. As their attraction sizzles too hot to deny, they'll have to make a decision: forget the consequences and let loose, or forget each other and let go…
EXCERPT
The temperature had indeed begun to fall
as they drove home. Matt was glad for the jacket he kept tucked behind the back
seat. He shrugged into it, then walked Cara to her front door.
“Thanks for dinner, and for
helping us out. Really, if you get us the evidence to get those dogs seized, I
won’t even know how to thank you.” Her warm eyes shone up at him as they stood
on her front porch.
Matt gave her a devilish grin.
Seriously, did she say these things just to drive him crazy?
Cara licked her lips and took a step
back toward her front door.
“No problem.” His gaze slid to her neck,
soft skin gleaming white as marble in the silvery light of the moon.
He saw her pulse pounding there. Her
chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. Her eyes met his and held on like a
magnet drawing him in.
Matt tried to resist. He really did.
And then her lips parted, and his blood
turned to steam, and the only thing he could hear was his own pulse hammering
away in his ears.
He leaned forward and brushed his lips
against hers. Cara let out a whimper that caught in his chest and tugged at his
restraint. Her lips were soft and warm, tentative as they pressed against his.
Her eyes slid shut.
Matt gave her one more gentle kiss. Just
a little goodnight kiss, nothing either of them would regret in the morning. He
ran his fingers through her curls, and they were as soft as he’d imagined.
Softer.
She was kissing him back now, her lips
pushing against his, asking for more.
His tongue swept into her mouth. She
tasted spicy, like wing sauce and the promise of hot, sweaty sex. The next
thing he knew, she was pressed against her front door, Matt’s body crushed
against hers. Cara’s arms were around his neck, her tongue tangling with his,
her soft moans driving him right out of his mind.
After a minute, she ripped her mouth
from his, gasping for breath. “Damn, what did they put in those wings?”
All he could do was smile.
Cara leaned in and brushed her lips
against his. Then she winked. “Goodnight, Matt.”
She slipped inside and shut the door in
his face.
Matt swore under his breath. He was
really starting to develop a love-hate relationship with Cara Medlen’s front
door.
Oh. My. God.
Cara leaned against the wall, heart
flipping in her chest, silly grin on her face. She couldn’t quite believe she’d
just been wedged up against her own front door with Matt’s big, hard body
pressed against hers while he kissed her like she was a friggin’ Playboy model.
Okay, now she got the fuss about
kissing. With other guys, she’d enjoyed it, but it was nothing she couldn’t
live without. She was always worried about where she should put her hands and
how quickly he was going to start unbuttoning her blouse.
She’d have unbuttoned her own blouse if
Matt had asked. Good lord. His kiss had heated her blood and curled her toes,
all those clichés she’d heard but not experienced. Phew.
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