MY REVIEW -
Jocelyn Pearson has a bucket list to do wild things before she hits the big 3-0. It was everything she wanted to do, but is either too busy or too scared to try. Her imagination ran wild, and included her co-worker, sexy-Scot, Ian Baird. He’s only working in the museum with her for a short-time as a consultant. Sex for him should be fun, especially when no string is attached to it. He’s the perfect choice for a fling, but the thing is, he has rules about sleeping with his co-workers.
Ian knows Jocelyn wants him, and he’d be a liar if he would say he didn’t want her. He was doing his best to stick into his rules, and avoid any entanglements with his co-workers. If she wasn’t working with him, he’d be humping her in no time. She was irresistible – sweet, inexperienced at her age, and is well-liked by everyone. Ian, however, has issues with his past which made him untrusting to women.
But Jocelyn made Ian her first task to tick off her bucket list, and Ian would be a fool to deny her. They agreed on a short-lived fling for thirty days. Pure, unadulterated sex – no emotions, no attachment. When they realize the end date is coming near, both of them wondered if there is more to their relationship than sex. Is it possible for them to walk away without hurting the other?
I can just hear his Scottish accent in my brain, and I realize why Jocelyn wanted this man. I wished the both of them would just be honest with their feelings and talk things over. They may have spent time together, and enjoying each other’s company, but they never had THE TALK. For two intelligent people, these two deserve some serious wake-up call. The attraction was already clear, but I love how these two people fell in love with each other, it didn’t take that long. They were already compatible in bed, they just needed to spend more time together to know each other better. It may have took them a while to realize that they were meant to be, but what important is they did.
It’s short, steamy, and REALLY HOT!
★ARC Copy was given in exchange for an honest review.★
And then a thought struck her sideways. A man who'd done all the things Ian had probably didn't need much goading to do what he clearly already wanted to do. All those moments where he'd been one muscle twitch from jumping hadn't been in her imagination. They both kept that boundary in place. What would happen if she tore it away? Ian couldn't cross a line that didn't exist. He'd built his career by being smart, courageous and certain. Not much changed his mind unless he wanted to be persuaded. And Ian wanted her. She was sure of it.
The thought sunk its teeth in. Her skin flushed and she did her best not to glance up with a grin that would look as mischievous as she felt. No, what she'd do next wasn't world domination. She just needed to make Ian lose control and break his goddamn rule. One, it seemed, he wanted to break anyway.
“I don't know what to do,” she said, trying for sex kitten and not sure if it was working. “What makes you pick up a woman in a bar?”
His white-gloved hands froze over the ritual ax, and something passed behind his gaze she couldn't describe much less distill into a single word. “She's attractive and breathing.”
She snorted and lost the hold on her sex kitten. “No really.”
He considered her again, sighing. “Do you plan to walk up to him?”
“Well, start with your walk. More leg and hip action. Not like those models who trot like horses. Sensual. Seductive. Understated. The kind of sway a man can imagine you being on top of him moving the same way.”
With a sly smile she stood. His gaze narrowed on her. She scrounged up every thought of being on top of a man, his cock sliding in and out, how it would feel rising up and down, his fingers gliding over her waist, up to her breasts and fixed those thoughts in her mind and walked toward him. She stopped a few feet from him and raised a brow. “Like that?”
His hands gripped the ax. “Passable, but now put that movement into thought and there in your gaze.”
She thought of Ian's fingers digging into her waist and holding her still so he could thrust into her. “Passable?”
He made a noncommittal noise. “Just like that, Lass.”
But he wasn't joking when he said it this time. Not with the way he spoke so softly, but a bit of a growl could be heard in the back of his throat. Her nipples hardened as though his voice was something tangible and could scrape against the sensitive tips. She had to swallow. “And then what?”
AUTHOR BIO -
MelissaBlue's writing career started on a typewriter one month after her son was born. This would have been an idyllic situation for a writer if it had been 1985, not 2004. Eventually she upgraded to a computer. She's still typing away on the same computer, making imaginary people fall in love.
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