Somebody Like You: A Small Town Single Mom Romance (The Heartbreak Brothers Book 4) by Carrie Elks (best ebook reader for ubuntu .TXT) 📕

long gone. She swallowed, her delicate neck undulating. Damn, he really wanted to dip his hand beneath that silky blouse. Not touching her was a kind of torture. He knew exactly what to do to make her breath stutter and her face heat up. He wanted to part those pretty lips, and push his way inside.

“You need to stop looking at me like that.” She shifted almost imperceptibly. He could see the way her thighs were squeezing together.

The memory of them wrapped around his hips made him ache.

“Like what?” He gazed at her steadily.

“Like you’re about to bend me over the kitchen table.”

Cam laughed loudly. “I’m not about to bend you anywhere, Mia. I have extremely good control.” He might be thinking about it, but he wasn’t going to do it. “The other reason I’m here is because I need to tell you something.”

“What?”

“I have to travel to Boston tomorrow. I’ll be gone for the weekend.”

Her face fell. “So no Saturday morning for us?”

He liked the sound of disappointment in her voice. It echoed the feeling that overwhelmed him when his agent called and told him he had a meeting at Freedom Field – no ifs, ands, or buts. The team wanted to see if he’d made any decisions, and he owed them that.

Didn’t mean he wasn’t pissed that he wouldn’t be inside Mia this weekend.

“No Saturday for us,” he confirmed. “Does that upset you?”

She glanced at him speculatively. “No, I was thinking I’d rather clean the house anyway. I just didn’t know how to break it to you.” The corner of her eyes crinkled.

“You always did like dirty things.”

Mia shook her head. “Not dirty things. Dirty people. You.” She shifted against the counter.

“I’ll call you when I’m gone. Check in on how your presentation went, and Josh’s.”

“You don’t need to do that. You’re not…” She screwed her nose up. “I don’t know. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I want to.” His voice was firm. “I want to talk to you.”

Two pink circles heated her cheeks. “I’d like that,” she said huskily.

“Why are you still standing all the way over there? Come and sit here,” he suggested, patting the chair next to him. He wanted to feel the heat of her body radiating against his. To smell the soft fragrance of her shampoo. To touch her, the way his fingers were aching to.

“I can’t. If I come over, I’ll want to touch you.” Her voice was breathy.

His lips quirked. She felt it, too. “So that’s it? We have to have a six foot exclusion zone between us whenever we’re in public?” he teased. “Just in case I feel the urge to strip you naked and take you in the town square.”

She grinned. “It wouldn’t hurt.”

“How about we go outside instead? You can show me all the flowers you’ve planted.”

“I haven’t planted any… oh!” It took a second for the penny to drop. “Outside, yeah, that would be a good idea.”

Away from the boys, and any prying eyes. He needed to see her, to touch her, be close to her.

In the hallway she slipped on a pair of sneakers, and led him toward the back door. He didn’t touch her – not yet. Instead he shadowed her, his strong, hard body a breath away from hers.

The air outside was cool. Every time the wind gusted, a shower of leaves scattered over the verdant lawn, coloring it in vibrant hues.

Mia led him around the corner of the house. As soon as they were out of sight, he wrapped his hands around her waist and spun her around, pressing her back against the rough bricks as he lowered his mouth to hers.

Their kiss was needy. Days of pent up want exploded as he devoured her with his lips, stroked her tongue with his, dug his fingers into her hips, and pressed his body against hers.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, sighing against his lips. “I’ve missed you.”

“Missed you, too.” He kissed her neck, then slid his lips to that open vee of her blouse, kissing a line along her collarbone. “I’ve changed my mind. You need to stop dressing like this. It’s inappropriate.”

“I’m wearing a blouse and skirt. There’s nothing more appropriate.”

“But it’s bringing up all my older woman fantasies. Teachers with rulers, slapping them against their palms.” He kissed the swell of her breast. “Librarians with glasses and sensible skirts.” Nudging his nose against the top of her bra, he brushed his lips against her cleavage, then brought his hand up to cover her soft breast. “You do things to me with these clothes.”

“If you ask to call me mommy, I’m leaving,” she warned, then tensed as he pushed her bra down and tugged her nipple between his lips.

“Cam… not here.” She sounded torn. “We can’t.”

“I know.” He flicked her with his tongue. “But fuck, I want to.”

“Me, too.” She ran her fingers through his hair. God, that felt good. But then every time she touched him it felt amazing.

“I don’t think I can last another week without my balls exploding,” he told her, pulling his face reluctantly away from her chest. He buttoned up her blouse until her collar was tight against her neck. “There, that’s better. Now I’m not thinking dirty thoughts about your breasts.”

“You aren’t?” She grinned at him.

“Okay, I still am, but I always am. There’s only one option left, this week we’ll have to resort to online therapy.”

“Is that what we’re still calling it?” Her voice was playful.

“It’s what it is.” He nodded seriously. “It’s another step in your rehab process. How’s your dirty talking game?”

“Non existent.” She blushed. “I’ve never done that on the phone.”

“Never?” His brows lifted. “Jesus, Mia, we have some work to do. This is going to take extra sessions.” He leaned in closer, brushing her cheek with his lips. “Tonight you need to be naked and in bed by ten. When I call, you answer, no questions.”

“You’re bossy.”

“And you love it.”

The smile on her face told him that