“Why are you naked?”
Broad shoulders, chiseled abs, a defined V of muscle and a trail of dark brown hair led to fitted black boxer-briefs with a definite bulge, left little to Brenna’s imagination. An image flashed through her mind, one of her peeling down the elastic waistband of those briefs while tasting his skin and trailing the rippling muscles with her tongue.
The candles she had tucked under her arms and clasped in her hand fell to the floor in a clatter.
The boxer-briefs clung to Eric’s tight ass and accentuated the muscles of his strong legs.
She licked her lips.
The heady scent of the burning logs and unlit candles along with her imagination of what could transpire left her head spinning.
“Well,” Eric crooned. “I’m almost naked because this beautiful woman dumped hot chocolate all over me.”
Eric shook his head. “You’re beautiful.”
Instantly, warmth spread across her cheeks. “I was going for cabin-fever chic.”
“It’s a good look on you.” He closed the distance, placed the package of condoms nearby, and leaned toward her. With an outstretched arm, he traced her lips with the tip of his finger. “I like your mussed hair, swollen lips and flushed cheeks. I like the disheveled clothes, too…”
His voice trailed off as he leaned in farther to kiss her neck.
“I want you naked.”
Her heartbeat sped up, and her ears filled with white noise. Was she really going to do this?
He straightened, and his green gaze held her in place.
Yes. Heck, yes. Despite her nerves, her skin danced, begging for his touch. His calm, yet anxious, presence somehow reassured her. His expression open, his demeanor accepting. She took a deep breath and met his gaze. Whatever he saw in her expression must’ve screamed the same “hell yeah!” repeating in her mind.
Slowly, he plucked open her purple, chocolate-soaked shirt, one button at a time. The absence of his mouth and hands on her skin gave her chills, but she didn’t care. Her nerves sang on high alert. She watched, mesmerized as Eric unwrapped her.
In J.C. McKenzie's own words:
As you can see, clothes play a role in my new release, Be My Love. Mainly, the characters trying to find ways out of them! After Brenna accidentally spills hot chocolate on both Eric and herself, they need to change into dry, clean clothes. Only problem? They’re stranded in a cabin during a blizzard and there’s nothing to change into. They quickly find other reasons to remain undressed.
Broken-hearted and bitter, Brenna Jones plans to spend Valentine’s weekend at her parents’ cabin, reading romance novels and devouring heart-shaped candy. When her truck hits a snowdrift and plows into a bank—during a storm, no less—her plans take a drastic detour. Eric Buchanan, the playboy jerk from her past, comes to her aid. He’s her only option for reaching safety.
Eric can’t wait to escape his parents’ latest attempt to set him up. He’s given up on happiness, knowing he blew his chance at love a decade ago. When his snowmobile ride turns into a harrying escape from a blizzard, he discovers Brenna stranded in the storm. After he ensures her safety, he plans to explain the misunderstanding that tore them apart. Can a secluded cabin help Eric convince Brenna to be his love?
About the Author:
Born and raised on the Haida Gwaii, off the West Coast of Canada, J.C. McKenzie grew up in a pristine wilderness that inspired her to dream. She writes Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Romance.
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