Carolina Days Series
Author: Carey Heywood
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Blurb
Falling in love? Courtney Grayson has been there, done that.
Men, who needs them? Love wasn’t everything she thought it would be. This time around, she’s doing things differently. She hasn’t sworn off men for good; she just isn’t interested in settling. Trusting someone with her heart again? Someday, but not today.
Falling in love? Sorry, Clay Bradshaw is not the guy for you.
He’s never been in love and he doesn’t see it happening. Hooking up can be fun, but more often than not, women are a distraction he doesn’t need. He’s a busy man, and doesn’t have time to date, let alone fall in love. Will someone ever change that? There’s always a chance, someday.
Life doesn’t always go as planned, and love may find them both on the other side of someday.
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Excerpt
He takes a deep breath. “Tell me what you want, Courtney.”
I shift, pressing my legs together. “That day, in your condo.”
“Yeah.”
“I didn’t want you to stop.” I don’t even recognize my own voice.
“I didn’t want to stop.”
I flick off the light. “What would you have done if you didn’t stop?”
“Where are you?”
“In my room.”
“Are you in bed?”
I wet my lips. “Yes.”
“What are you wearing?”
“A robe.”
He groans. “Are you wearing anything under that robe?”
I gulp. “No.”
I hear the rush of air leaving his lungs. “Will you touch yourself if I tell you?”
I hurry across my room and lock my door. “Do you want me to?”
“God, yes.”
Suddenly shy, I giggle.
“You think I’m funny?”
I cover my face even though he can’t see me. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Does the thought of me touching you turn you on?”
I let out a ragged breath. “Yes.”
“Just imagine your hands are mine. Can you do that?”
“I can.”
“Remember how you were against that window?”
“I do.”
“I wanted you so bad.”
“Tell me.”
“Imagine my hands under your sweater, that innocent looking sweater. Put your hands on your breasts. God, they felt so good. Rub your nipples.”
I do as he says, imagining myself up against that window. His body is pressed up behind me, his hands caressing my breasts and teasing my nipples. I moan.
“You like that don’t you? I slide one hand down your body and stroke your clit.”
I whimper.
“Spread your legs, Courtney.” I do as he says, my middle finger teasing my clit.
“Are you wet?”
“So wet,” I gasp.
“Fuck. I slide my hand down further and dip it right into your wetness. Do you like that?”
“Oh, yes.”
“I push it deep before I pull it out and rub your wetness all over your clit.”
“Oh, my God.”
“I’m so fucking hard.”
“Are you touching yourself?” I ask.
“I am. You like that?”
“Uh hun.”
“What do you want me to do with my cock, Courtney?”
I shift, pressing my legs together. “That day, in your condo.”
“Yeah.”
“I didn’t want you to stop.” I don’t even recognize my own voice.
“I didn’t want to stop.”
I flick off the light. “What would you have done if you didn’t stop?”
“Where are you?”
“In my room.”
“Are you in bed?”
I wet my lips. “Yes.”
“What are you wearing?”
“A robe.”
He groans. “Are you wearing anything under that robe?”
I gulp. “No.”
I hear the rush of air leaving his lungs. “Will you touch yourself if I tell you?”
I hurry across my room and lock my door. “Do you want me to?”
“God, yes.”
Suddenly shy, I giggle.
“You think I’m funny?”
I cover my face even though he can’t see me. “I’ve never done this before.”
“Does the thought of me touching you turn you on?”
I let out a ragged breath. “Yes.”
“Just imagine your hands are mine. Can you do that?”
“I can.”
“Remember how you were against that window?”
“I do.”
“I wanted you so bad.”
“Tell me.”
“Imagine my hands under your sweater, that innocent looking sweater. Put your hands on your breasts. God, they felt so good. Rub your nipples.”
I do as he says, imagining myself up against that window. His body is pressed up behind me, his hands caressing my breasts and teasing my nipples. I moan.
“You like that don’t you? I slide one hand down your body and stroke your clit.”
I whimper.
“Spread your legs, Courtney.” I do as he says, my middle finger teasing my clit.
“Are you wet?”
“So wet,” I gasp.
“Fuck. I slide my hand down further and dip it right into your wetness. Do you like that?”
“Oh, yes.”
“I push it deep before I pull it out and rub your wetness all over your clit.”
“Oh, my God.”
“I’m so fucking hard.”
“Are you touching yourself?” I ask.
“I am. You like that?”
“Uh hun.”
“What do you want me to do with my cock, Courtney?”
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