No touching allowed …
After serving her country, Georgia Trulane craves adventure—and sex. She’s set her sights on her brother’s best friend—now her boss, since she took a temporary job as his nephew’s live-in nanny. Only problem? Eric refuses to touch her. That doesn’t stop Georgia from seducing him. But an earth-shattering encounter leaves her fully exposed, body and soul.
Eric has a long list of reasons to steer clear of the woman he has wanted for as long as he can remember. For one, he refuses to be her next thrill ride. When he claims her, it will be for good. But the attraction is undeniable, and the more they fight it, the stronger it pulls. But will it be enough to conquer their obstacles?
Eric reached across the table and took her hand. The feel of her skin, warmed from her coffee mug, it made him ache with a bone-deep need to touch her. He’d held her hand before. But after seeing all the places he couldn’t go, this simple skin-to-skin contact drove him wild.
“Why me Georgia?” he said quietly. “Why after all these years, knowing what’s between us, why me?”
Georgia had been living in a constant state of need for his touch. And now that he held her hand with his calloused fingers, made rough by long hours of physical work, covering hers, she was suddenly thrust back to that exposed place. Her emotions quickly rose to the surface while her body silently begged for him to stroke her everywhere, not stopping until she came on his kitchen table.
She withdrew her hand and looked away.
“Why’d you come to my room?” he pressed.
She couldn’t tell him she’d wanted him forever. If last night had made her feel emotionally weak, saying those words, admitting she had fantasied about him for years would be like painting a bulls eye on her heart. Biting her lip, she hesitated, searching for an explanation. “It’s been a long time for me. For sex, I mean. I’ve had orgasms . . . ” God, she was making a mess of this. “But not like that.”
“Proximity. You needed a rush and I was there. I get it.” He sat back in his chair. “I guess it is safer than jumping out of planes.”
No, not by a long shot, but she kept her mouth shut.
“But I can’t be your next big rush,” he added.
“I know,” she said, unable to hide the frustration in her voice. “We’re clear on that.”
several years on the other side of the publishing industry, Sara Jane Stone bid
goodbye to her sales career to pursue her dream—writing romance novels. Sara
Jane currently resides in Brooklyn, New York with her very supportive real-life
hero, two lively young children and a lazy Burmese cat. Visit her online at
http://www.sarajanestone.com or find her on Facebook at Sara Jane Stone.