Hero: Matthew Walsh. Architect and Structural Engineer. Has no life outside of work. He is a bit of a dirty talker and likes to bite. Rawr.

Heroine: Lauren Halstead. Passionate teacher trying to open her own school. Hires a sexy architect to help her. Turns out he is a very good architect, and also really good in bed. Win-win, Lauren.

“Oh my God,” she gasped, her hands seizing my hair.

I leaned back and aimed a hard gaze at her. “God has nothing to do with this. You want to thank someone, I’ll be right here, worshipping you and your outrageous body for the foreseeable future. God isn’t involved.”

I latched my mouth on her clit, sucking and stroking until her legs tightened around my head, and she shrieked, “Matthew!”

I smiled against her, enjoying the sound of my name in her trembling voice. It was the best oral sex anthem I’d ever heard. Goosebumps spread over her skin, her eyes screwed shut, and I knew she was close when her nails bit into my scalp.

“Lauren,” I commanded. “Look at me.”

Her eyes fluttered open, hazed over with need and bright, bright green. The tousle of her hair, the flush riding along her cheeks, the erratic rise and fall of her chest—seeing it all from between her thighs was a new level of insanely sexy. She held my gaze as she rode the spasms, her eyes full and lips parted, then she slumped back against the sofa with a shuddering moan. She held nothing back, and I loved it.

The past day didn’t give me time to know everything about Lauren, and I wasn’t about to discover them all tonight, but I sensed we knew each other, recognized each other, and a few things were clear. First, she was under my skin and in my blood, and as much as I hated talking about spiritual shit, there was a possibility she knew me in another life. Second, she played the part of the wholesome schoolteacher, but pull back the boy shorts and she was very, very naughty. Third—and most importantly—no one was giving this woman what she needed. The way she came apart in my hands and the astonished reaction to her orgasm made that abundantly clear.

She raked her hands through my hair, and I interpreted her grip as an invitation to continue licking. Her tissues pulsed under my tongue, and that response felt better than finishing any triathlon.

“Oh my…Matthew,” she sighed.

Possessiveness spread out from my chest and through my limbs, and the air around me tasted different, new. I didn’t care whether it was only tonight; she could be mine right now. My teeth connected with Lauren’s inner thigh, and I nipped the tender skin there, raining kisses over the blossoming welt. “That’s right,” I growled.

My hands ran up her legs, palming the globes of her ass. I fought the urge to plunge into her right there but I wanted more than messy sofa sex. I wanted messy bed sex where there was enough room to spread her out and move in her, and then fall asleep with her wrapped around me, and then do it all over again. And after that we’d try it again with the ass-kicking heels.

I secured Lauren’s legs around my waist and lifted her into my arms. My cock throbbed miserably, and nestling against the soft rise of her belly only made it worse. As much as I wanted to see a puddle on her stomach, I wanted it after my cock spent an extensive amount of time inside her. Striding toward the bedroom, I pulled her dress down her arms and tossed it in my wake.

I enjoyed this one a lot. It takes a while for the heroine to truly come around, but this is a strong, sexy contemporary. I love the Walsh family – really well done. Thanks to Smexy reviewer Kini for rec’ing this one!! It’s currently free on Amazon. I’ll definitely be reading this series. 

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