July First, Jill Shalvis has a new release out – Then Came You. To celebrate, and tease you a little bit, Jill has an excerpt to share with you today. So let’s get to the good stuff – a turtle, a hero and kissing.
Emily cradled the turtle between her two hands while Wyatt cleaned him up and put some antibiotic cream on the nasty cut. “You poor little man,” she whispered, stroking one of his legs. “Next time pick someone nicer.”
Wyatt smiled. “You’re not returning him to the wild.”
“Of course I am.”
He gestured to the way she’d picked the thing up and cradled it to her chest.
“Hey,” she said. “He’s hurt, that’s all.”
He nodded, but he had sisters. He knew exactly when a woman was in denial, and this was a woman deep in denial. “We have extra crates,” he said. “Take one of the small ones. It’ll make a nice little home for him.”
“I’m not keeping him!”
“Okay,” he said, watching her stroke the little guy across the head. “Whatever you say.”
She made a noise, grabbed a crate, and walked out of the room holding her turtle.
He was smirking when she stuck her head back in, looking quite pleased with herself. “What?” he asked.
“Dell says you’re backup to Mike at the front desk for the rest of the afternoon.”
“What about you?” he asked.
“He said I’m shadowing him on an out of office call. To one of the ranches he takes care of,” she said, smiling, her eyes flashing good humor, the little minx.
“I like that expression you’re wearing,” he said. “But there’s one I like better.”
He strode over to her, wrapped his hand around the nape of her neck, slid his fingers into her hair to hold her where he wanted, and covered her mouth with his. When she gasped, he took full advantage, stroking his tongue to hers, kissing her until she’d plastered herself full front to him. Her arms had snaked around his waist and up under his shirt, where the touch of her fingers against his bare skin was sending currents of electricity out to every nerve ending he had, including the one currently pressed against her pelvis.
She blinked up at him, dazed, her fingers still fisted in his shirt at his back.
“There.” He smiled down at her. “That expression. That’s my favorite.”
Let’s take a moment to swoon….