by Becca Dale
Her stomach clenched. “You planned all this, the wedding and everything without...I thought you wanted me from the start.”
“I did.” A light sparked in his eyes, and his wicked grin flashed full. “Not our first dance as man and wife, beauty. The first time I saw you, I had to hold you at least once before I let you marry some other lucky bastard.”
“So you did know it was me when you called about the job.”
“No. That was pure fate.”
The thought of living without him, of having missed out on knowing him, sent her into his arms. His heart beat steadily beneath her cheek. “What if I hadn't come back into your life that way? Would you have looked for me?”
Gavin squeezed her hard. “You're my heart, beauty. A man can't live without that for long.”
“Then what are we doing in the dressing room of a lingerie store when we could be home in bed making love?”
His deep chuckle warmed her as strong arms lifted her against the wall. “Beds are overrated. Besides, I used up all my restraint in the last few days before the wedding.”
She wiggled her hips in his hands, loving the way his gaze darkened and his cock hardened. “What if someone comes?”
“They won't be the only ones.”
“Gavin don't be nasty.” She smacked him lightly on the chest, but she could not stop her laugh as joy bubbled up and his mischievous grin teased her to forget everything but him. “Seriously. What if we get caught?”
His hands kneaded the swell of her ass, shifting her to the perfect angle so he could rock her against his thick erection. “They can damned well go away until I'm done making love to my wife.”
With a groan, she squeezed her legs around his hips, urging him on. “And how long will that take?”
“The rest of our lives if I'm lucky.”
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About the Author
As an author and a reader, Becca Dale loves a good story coupled with passion. She often insists her work is naughty enough because while the heat is important, love should always fire it all.
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Sweet Temptation
by
Becca Dale
Ex-marine, Marcus Braddock's protective instincts are stirred by Darcy Ferguson's generous nature, but her luscious curves arouse an altogether different response. Capturing her for his own quickly becomes a primary objective, but before he can claim his prize, he must liberate the enticing beauty imprisoned behind a wall of insecurities.
Darcy is surrounded by physical perfection—the American standard versus the American ideal. When the ruggedly tempting Marcus Braddock breaches her defenses in a blatant frontal assault, she has no clue how to resist. Yielding could make her the butt of a practical joke, but his sensual blue eyes and tantalizing muscles promise such deliciously sweet surrender.
Before Marc, Darcy understood how the world worked, had been told repeatedly, “Fat girls do not eat sweets in public, do not flaunt their oversized breasts, and certainly do not attract gorgeous men.” Fortunately, no one ever explained the rules to Marc.
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An Excerpt from
Sweet Temptaion
Laughter rippled through Gavin's welcome home party as Darcy set a platter of chocolate dipped fruit on the buffet table. The crowd, gathered in Tyler and Kate's living room, spilled out the French doors onto the sunlit patio. Her family, the beautiful people. Every man stood at least six foot, the women over five-five. No one allowed themselves more than ten percent body fat. Tight muscles and tighter asses.
Even her brother's friend, who had joined them for the celebration, fit the gorgeous mold. Taller and broader than most of the men in the room, he looked more football player than basketball star, an ex-marine with a killer smile and a body to match. She alone emerged as the genetic freak—the American standard surrounded by the American ideal.
Her gaze sought the stranger across the room. What had Gavin said his name was, Marcus Braddock? That was it. Marc smiled and lifted his glass in silent salute. Sensual awareness coiled in her chest and spun lower. She raised her iced tea to acknowledge him while hoping he'd stay right where he was. The man provided delicious eye-candy, but she would have no idea what to say or do if he approached.
No such luck. He finished his conversation with her father and started toward her. His walk displayed a soldier's pride, emphasizing broad shoulders and lean hips. She had never seen such a striking man. She could too easily imagine his muscular body stretched, naked and glorious, across her four-poster bed.
Too bad it would never happen.
Her sisters had been talking about the gorgeous hunk all week. They wanted him, and what the perfect girls wanted, they got. Darcy didn't have a prayer.
Shrugging aside the negative attitude, she broke off a crumb of crisp lemon cookie and popped it into her mouth.
“Remember, Darce, big girls shouldn't eat sweets in public.” Her mother reached around her and placed a pile of red, white, and blue napkins beside the dessert plates. “You don't want to draw attention to your size, dear.”
Darcy sipped her tea so she wouldn't say something rude to her mother and ruin the day. Not that Kayla Ferguson would even notice. Her mother lived in her own little world, oblivious to the impact her casual insults had on those around her. As Darcy looked over the rim of her glass, her gaze collided with another. Like the Caribbean, clear blue-green and breathtaking. Marc the Hunk stood no more than a couple feet away. A strange expression marred his handsome features.
Oh, my God, he'd heard every word.
Mortified by being caught with her hand in the cookies, she hurried toward the kitchen. There had to be something that needed doing.
A swinging door closed behind the most beautiful woman Marc had ever seen. The family picture on Gavin's desk could not begin to reflect his sister's delicate grace.
Smooth, dark auburn hair brushed her shoulders, accentuating gentle features and bottomless brown eyes. His lips begged to explore the full breasts hidden behind a simple, cream colored, cotton blouse, while the lovely swell of her hips beneath the khaki, pencil skirt made his fingers ache to sink into her luscious curves. Even her tiny feet, encased in high-heeled, strappy sandals, intrigued him.
Everything about her read ultra-feminine—a young, enchanting Sophia Loren. His entire body yearned to discover if she felt as good as she looked. “She's gorgeous.”
Tyler Wallace appeared beside him. “I told you. So, who should I introduce you to first?”
“I'll introduce myself. Just tell me her name.”
“You'll have to be a little more specific, man. Which one?”
Marc shook off the slight daze her presence had generated and looked at Gavin's younger brother. The man couldn't be shallower. The fact that the self-centered jerk agreed to host a welcome home party for Gavin and a couple other Marines returning from duty in Afghanistan seemed out of character until Marc discovered the entire day was an elaborate booty hunt. Tyler's spoiled brat sisters wanted to meet the marines. Not for patriotic reasons but simply to see who could collect more soldiers, which pretty much explained why Tyler had invited Marc as well.
Tyler turned back toward the living room. Two blonde, anemic-looking women giggled and preened for a young marine. “So which one, buddy? My sisters think you're hot.”
Please don't let her be a part of this. “What about the dark-haired one?”
Tyler looked over his shoulder clearly confused. “Darcy?”
“If that's her name, yes.” Was everyone in her family stupid except Gavin? Could they not see how lovely their sister was, how she helped her grandfather when no one else b
othered, or the way she flashed a bright, white smile in welcome to whoever entered the room?
Since she played the party hostess with natural ease, he had mistaken her for Tyler's wife at first. Once he discovered his blunder, he'd waited for her to stop working long enough to talk. Her mother's hurtful comment destroyed his patience. The gorgeous girl needed to quit worrying about everyone else and have a little fun of her own.
“You're sure you mean Darcy?” Tyler's annoying voice broke though Marc's thoughts. “I figured you'd want to meet the pretty ones.”
“Why settle for pretty when stunning walks through the room?”
Tyler rolled his eyes. “You're serious, aren't you? I never figured you for a chubby chaser, but I guess whatever floats your boat. Darce does have a nice face, I suppose.”
Marc resisted the urge to cold cock her brother. Gavin would probably understand, but in all likelihood, his sister would frown on violence. He wasn't about to jeopardize an opportunity to get to know her. “I'll talk to you later, Tyler.”
He grabbed a giant slice of cheesecake off the table and walked away before he said or did something he'd regret.
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