WORTH WAITING FOR
ISBN: 978-1-60272-528-7 (Electronic) Amber Quill Press
Worth Waiting For
Could they have something together now...that was all worth waiting for?
Ten years ago Griff Campbell walked out of Ainslie Patterson's life without a word, breaking her young heart. Now, just when she thinks she's over him and has found love with someone else, he strolls back into her life, still as charming, playful and irresistible as ever.
Ainslie knows she's changed a lot in the last ten years, and she discovers so has Griff. So shouldn't the attraction between them have disappeared along with the people they used to be? But that pull between them is still there, unstoppable, unavoidable...unsettling. Why has Griff shown up after all these years? Just to lure her into his web of charm and then break her heart again? Or could they have something together now - that was all worth waiting for?
Just Erotic Romance Reviews gave Worth Waiting For 4 1/2 stars!
"This seriously hot erotic romance kept my attention without anything more than two dynamite characters and a sexual attraction that has lasted ten long years...There is a definite ‘it' factor between these two and it radiates off the pages. I loved it and highly recommend Worth Waiting For as a must read for summer of '09."
Excerpt:
They stared at each other, the moving light of the television casting them into light and shadow. The air was suddenly charged, heavy. His heart thudded heavily in his chest, his ears rang and his dick hard was hard as granite. He lifted one hand and touched her bottom lip with two fingertips.
Her head tilted, eyes wide and shining, and her lips parted in an invitation, whether conscious or unconscious, that he couldn't resist any more than he could resist breathing. His fingers stroked over the lush lip, pushing it down a little so her mouth opened more. He leaned closer.
She didn't move away. She held his gaze, the awareness and heat in her eyes matching his own. He closed his eyes briefly. This wasn't planned, but he couldn't say he didn't want it to happen. He wanted it. So. Fucking. Much.
Guilt stabbed through him. Was he repeating his past mistakes, hurting women he cared about? He'd come here for closure, atonement…not to screw things up worse. He was leaving tomorrow.
Then she was in his arms, and they both gasped at the shock of pleasure as their bodies touched, and guilt lost out to the overwhelming sweetness of her in his arms. She was so small he could pull her right onto his lap, crushing her in his arms. She seemed even tinier than he remembered.
He took her mouth like he'd been longing to since the moment he'd seen her. That full mouth made for kissing…and other things she was very, very good at. God, those kinds of memories just shot his temperature up even higher. He kissed her with hot, urgent, demanding kisses, opening her mouth, seeking her velvety tongue, fire streaking through his veins.
Her tongue met his with eagerness and she tasted sweetly of chamomile tea and Ainslie. God, he loved the taste of her. He stroked deeply in her mouth, sucked on her tongue and felt her open more for him. Her hands clutched his upper arms and he shifted her over him, pushing her back into the cushions of the couch. Then her arms wound around his neck and her fingers were in his hair, tugging, driving him insane with lust.
He slid one hand down her back to her bottom, filling his palm with her firm flesh, pulling her closer. The other hand went to her breast, and he squeezed her softness, almost clutching her a little desperately. He felt her indrawn breath against his mouth and gentled his touch.
"Sorry, sorry," he muttered. "You feel so good." He rubbed his palm over her tight nipple, almost out of his mind with desire.
Need stabbed into him, into his already tight testicles, flames licking over him. He moved to kiss her again, but she drew back, staring at him.
No, don't do it. Please don't start thinking, he begged her in his mind, his brain fogged with an urgent craving for her. His cock pulsed and throbbed under the blanket now tangled around his hips and legs.
"Griff," she whispered, eyes full of hunger and confusion. "We shouldn't be doing this."
"I know." He drew a shaky breath and his body clenched with tight restraint. "I know we shouldn't. But I can't seem to stop. I can't resist you."
Her eyes drifted shut and she swallowed. He bent his head and touched his mouth to her throat, to the pulse beating there like butterfly wings. He sucked softly at her skin, trying to slow down, to control himself so he could entice her, seduce her. He'd never forced any woman, but especially not Ainslie who was so gentle and special, and he wasn't about to start now, despite the lust raging in him.
He trailed his mouth over the silky skin of her throat, her neck, recalling that place just beneath her ear that would make her shiver. Yessss…Trembling in his arms, her head fell back, and he nibbled and tasted her there. He inhaled deeply, drawing in the sweet, warm scent of her. Then he pushed the strap of her tank down so he could nip and lick at her smooth shoulder, then lower to the top swell of her breast.
She moaned, her hands moving over his shoulders, and he went back for her mouth, growling as he kissed her with long, deep, eating kisses. Shifting his weight, he pressed his erection against her softness, rubbing himself against her, leaving her no doubt about what he wanted.
He let go of her to wrench the blanket out from around him and between them. His boxers strained to contain his hugely swollen cock and he glanced down at himself. Jesus.He took Ainslie's hand and pressed it there, needing her touch, wanting her to know. "See what you do to me," he whispered.
Her eyes opened, met his, then lowered to where she touched him. Her fingers curled around him and stroked, and they both watched as he twitched in her hand. Electricity surged in his body, sizzled over every nerve ending. Her touch exploded his need and had him throbbing everywhere. "Christ," he ground out. "Christ, Ainslie."
Her mouth curved into a little smile, and a wave of relief washed over him that she wasn't freaking out. She was a willing participant in this and his cock jumped again.
"I'd forgotten how big you are," she whispered, still stroking him, sending him into oblivion from sensation overload. He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers, panting for air, his body a tightened mass of anticipation.
"I'm sorry," he groaned.
"What for?"
"Being so unmemorable."
She laughed softly, shakily. "Oh, please. Don't go fishing for compliments. You know how memorable you are."
