Boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl—all hell breaks loose. We’ve got a hero whose hands are tied in more ways than one. A heroine who wants to experience everything she’s ever missed, and a family that needs to discover if its roots go deep enough to weather any storm.

“Are we going to fool around?”

Trevor dropped to his knees beside the tub, his gaze drifting over the bubbles as his smile took on a decidedly dirty cast. “I think we might be able to do something.”

The steam had mostly vanished, so Becky couldn’t blame it for her instant difficulty in breathing.

Trevor placed a hand on either side of her shoulders and leaned in over her. His lips took hers with a kiss that kick-started all of the earlier sensations back to high gear.

He kept kissing her, one hand rising to cup the side of her cheek as he turned up the heat. Owning her mouth, his tongue and teeth surprising her at every turn. He gentled the kiss to let her breathe, then went and stole her breath away the next second by sliding his hand down her neck and under the surface of the water.

He couldn’t see under the layers of bubbles, but he didn’t seem to need visuals to get where he wanted to go.

A gentle touch. A ghostly caress, barely using his fingertips over her skin, but every second the connection grew more intense. He scooped his hand to one side, brushing over her nipple, and a low moan escaped her, captured by his continuing kiss.

She had no idea what he would do next, but she had no complaints so far. His kisses continued to tease and entice as his fingers lay briefly over her ribs. His wide grip briefly circled her waist before dropping lower to tease her hip.

His thumb rested on the fold between her thigh and torso, the narrow crease that led down between her legs. She gasped for air as he broke away, staring into her eyes as he slowly followed the line. A gentle touch, but unwavering. Becky did everything she could to keep her face and body language showing him she was completely on board with what he was doing.

And what he was doing was cupping her, his big hand settling intimately over her sex.

“You okay, Rodeo?”

“Don’t stop,” she begged, not sure what she was begging for. All she knew was this was right. So right, and so long in coming.

It was as if she’d never been cold in her life. Never hurt or been afraid. Not with the lava bubbling inside her, burning away all sorts of bad memories and any ice that had lingered in her soul.

And then he moved his fingers higher, slipping between her folds to brush against the sweetest spot.

“You should see your face,” he whispered. “So much pleasure. Relax, and let me make you see stars.”

We have yet to read this one at Smexy Books, but we enjoy this series. This is book eight in Vivian Arend’s Rocky Mountain series and releases on Tuesday. You can read previous reviews of the series here.