Victoria Witherspoon wasn't looking for love on the ferry ride to her mother's wedding. But when she meets sexy Professor David Carstairs, she can’t help but fall hard … and fast. But everything comes crashing down when Victoria and David discover their parents are about to be married! Looks like things aren't quite perfect after all.
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I can’t believe I met the perfect man ...
On the ferry to my mother’s wedding, I met the most amazing man—his love of Faulkner notwithstanding. Professor David Carstairs was funny, intelligent, and had the sexiest hands I’d ever seen.
A conversation about classic American literature led to a romantic dinner at his house ... and then a whole lot of dessert afterward. I’d never done anything like that before, but what we had was something special.
Unfortunately, everything came crashing down the next day. Because my supposedly perfect professor? His dad just married my mom, and now he’s my stepbrother!
Thanksgiving dinner just got a whole lot more complicated.
I’ve finally found the perfect woman ...
En route to watch my father marry yet another young gold digger, I met the perfect woman—her hatred of Faulkner notwithstanding. Victoria Witherspoon was kind, witty, and had the most kissable lips I’d ever seen.
We spent the day together, and then stayed up all night exploring each other’s bodies. I don’t do relationships, but for someone as perfect as Victoria, I was ready to make an exception.
If only her mom hadn’t just married my dad, putting the object of all my fantasies firmly in the “off limits” category.
And I thought the holidays were awkward before.
With sure hands, I untied the jaunty little bow at her waist and the fabric of her wrap skirt parted to reveal lacy white panties that matched her bra. Hot damn! If I'd known that a single tug on that ribbon would have bared Victoria to me, I wouldn't have been able to concentrate all evening. As I slowly folded back the checked fabric, it was like unwrapping the Christmas present you'd coveted all year. I wanted to savor the moment, while simultaneously wishing I could tear through it to get to the gift waiting within.
I traced the edge of the scalloped lace and hitched my finger under the gauzy fabric. "May I?" I asked, raising my eyes to hers.
"Yes." She nodded, her gaze imploring.
I hooked my fingers under the elastic and she lifted her hips to ease their path downward. I took my time removing her bra, trailing the back of my fingers over her skin in a soft caress, my lips following in their wake.
One half of my brain wanted me to dive in and feast on her, while the other half told me to take my time. If I rushed through this, she might leave. And I wanted to keep her right where she was ... all night long. There was no denying she and I had an intense connection, but who knew what that meant back out in the real world? For now, she was mine-even if I didn't know how long it could last.
I captured her mouth again, and when she mewled and arched against me, I kissed my way over her jaw and down her neck to the gentle slope of her breast. I flicked my tongue out and licked her nipple. She sighed, and I sucked the raised peak between my lips and made love to it with my mouth-sucking, licking, laving, biting.
"Please," she whispered on a shuddering sigh.
"I need you."
I loved how responsive she was to my touch. How vocal she was about her desires. "You have me."
I reached over and pulled a condom out of the drawer of my nightstand. Sitting back on my haunches, I tore the foil packet open and rolled the latex down my erection. I guided myself to her entrance, but then paused. Suddenly, I felt the need to tell Victoria that this was more than a one-night stand for me. That come morning, I didn't want to say goodbye. I knew we'd have to-for now-but I desperately wanted to see where this thing between us might lead. "I want to see you again."
She wrapped her legs around my waist and locked her ankles. "Me too," she said, attempting to tug me forward. "But right now I need you to finish what you started."
I chuckled lightly, enjoying her eagerness, and entered into her in one fluid thrust, joining my body to hers. When I bottomed out, I held still, basking in our connection, until Victoria's hips rolled beneath me and she let out a long, satisfied moan.
I knew it was crazy, but with her sigh ringing in my ears, I was reminded of an Oscar Wilde quote: "You don't love someone for their looks or their clothes, but because they sing a song only you can hear." In that moment, it seemed like Victoria's sighs were meant solely for me, that they were the song of my heart.
"David." She tunneled her fingers into my hair to cup the back of my head and pulled me closer. Our lips met and our tongues curled in a long, drugging kiss. She arched into me, tipping her hips forward, welcoming me again and again into her wet, warm heat. I increased the tempo, and she whimpered and lifted her hips from the mattress to meet me thrust for thrust.
"I'm coming, David. Oh, god. Oh-" Victoria flung her head back, her neck stretching taut. She gasped, and her eyes screwed shut.
"That's it, baby." I lowered my hand between us and rubbed my thumb over her clit in tight, insistent circles. "Give it to me. Come all over my cock."
She bit her lip, her face turned red, and then I felt it ... the convulsing that signaled her orgasm. Her breath left her lungs in quick, shallow pants, and then she let out a keening cry as shuddering spasms rocked her body.
I moved against her, chasing my own climax, and when she opened her eyes and smiled up at me, I fell.
Abandoning myself to the pleasure, I thrust into her one final time. With her name on my lips, I exploded into the condom with a roar. My vision blurred, and my heart clanged in my ears.
Spent, I hugged Victoria to me. I wasn't a romantic soul-I had the nasty divorce to prove it-but with our bodies still joined, my mind raced with a bevy of romantic thoughts. I'd never believed in love at first sight, but as I placed a kiss to her forehead and she nuzzled into me, I was forced to rethink my stance on the subject.
Not that I was in love with her-that was preposterous-but I knew I could be ... if I let myself.
After Stacia, I'd told myself that I was done with relationships. That falling in love only led to heartbreak and disappointment. But now, laying in my bed with this beguiling woman in my arms, I told myself something new.
I told myself I was willing to take that chance.
USA Today bestselling author Rebecca Norinne writes sexy romance from the heart. Her heroines are bold and headstrong, and her heroes will do anything for the ones they love.
When not banging away at the keyboard, she is watching rugby, enjoying a pint of craft beer, or trolling Pinterest for pictures of pretty houses.
Originally from California, Rebecca currently resides in a small coastal town in Northern Massachusetts where she and her husband are renovating an antique colonial built in the 1700s and trying valiantly not to be eaten alive by mosquitos.
Find out more at http://www.rebeccanorinne.com.