It's in His Kiss Contemporary Romance Box Set

by Rosalind James

  He reached out and lightly touched my hand. “It is just dinner. You have to eat, don’t you?”

  “Okay, I’m ready.” Claire breezed on over to us completely oblivious that she was interrupting, but I was happy that she did.

  “Have a good night, your band was awesome tonight.” I gave him a small smile and then Claire and I left.

  As soon as we got outside she grabbed my arm and jumped up and down, squealing like a teenager.

  “Oh my gosh, Abby, Logan is so incredibly hot!”

  “Claire, what about Adam?”

  "Adam, schmadam, who cares. He told me that he wanted to take a break right before I came on this trip, so I'm taking a break!”

  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  "Because I knew how sad you were about Scott and this trip is about you, not me. I'm really not that upset about the whole Adam thing. I don’t think we’re compatible. Besides, I just met a hottie tonight and I plan to have a lot of fun on this trip!”

  Did that mean that she was going to blow me off for him? She must have seen the worried look on my face and she immediately made me feel better.

  "Don't worry, I'm not going to abandon you! I'll just have to have some late-night fun with Logan, unless you decide that the four of us can double date?”

  Her eyes were begging and I had to shut her down immediately. "No, Claire. I have no interest in going out with Zane. I'm sure a guy like that has tons of girls waiting in the wings, and Logan probably does too so be careful. I don't want you to get your heart broken.”

  "Heart broken? Oh, please. Abby, I am all about fun on this trip, nothing serious, no strings. You should be too. We're on vacation and I can tell that you like Zane. As much as you try to deny it, it’s written all over your face when you look at him, little sis.”

  “First of all, you’re only 45 seconds older than me, so the whole big sis, little sis thing doesn’t really count. Second, I don’t want to spend time talking to some guy that I know I’ll never see again. I would rather spend my time alone or with you. If you want to go out with Logan, you can, I won’t be mad. I can literally just lie on the beach, read and doze off and on all afternoon.”

  “Let’s just play it by ear tomorrow.”

  “Okay, deal.”

  It was almost 1:00 A.M. when we made it back to our room and we both crashed immediately.

  Chapter 3

  The next day Logan left a message for Claire first thing in the morning. He was totally into her. He wanted to have dinner with her and she was going to turn him down but I encouraged her not to. She didn't have to babysit me on our vacation and I wanted her to have some fun also. I had never seen Claire so into a guy, so I wanted her to enjoy every minute with him.

  "Claire, I want you to go and have a good time with Logan. I can just order something in the room, it's not a big deal, I promise.”

  “Are you sure?”

  I smiled at her. “Positive.”

  Zane left a message for me asking me to meet him by the pool at 1:00. I had no intention of doing that so I didn’t even respond. At 1:30 he left another message asking me to meet him for a drink at 3:00 in the bar in the lobby.

  The guy just doesn’t get the hint.

  I didn’t make it to that one either and I didn’t hear from him after that, so I figured I had finally gotten rid of him.

  Claire and I had massages later that afternoon and I went to the beach while Claire went to get ready for her date. She always took at least an hour and a half to get ready if she really liked the guy. Logan was picking her up at 5:30 so that they could spend a lot of time together that night.

  I went back to the room right when Claire was putting the finishing touches on her makeup. She looked absolutely gorgeous.

  “How do I look?” Her voice was a bit shaky.

  “You look beautiful but you sound nervous, Claire. You must really like this guy.”

  She turned to me and threw her hands up in exasperation. “I know, it doesn’t make sense, but I thought I was going to throw up from the nerves.”

  “Really? Are you sure it wasn’t something you ate?”

  “No, Abby, I’m telling you, I have never felt like this before. The second I saw him I couldn’t think of anything else. We have this thing, I can’t explain it.”

  Even though Logan was a drummer in a rock band, you would never know it from the way he was dressed. He was clean cut from head to toe, totally Claire’s type.

  “I’m going to tell you what you told me. Don’t get too caught up in him. We’re leaving in a couple of days.”

  “It’s too late, and the only thing that is keeping me from falling to pieces when we leave is that he lives in New York.”

  “Claire, you just met him last night. Aren’t you going a little overboard here?”

  “No, I don’t think so, it’s the way I feel. I know it’s weird and I can’t explain it but it is what it is.”

  “Well, I hope you have fun tonight. Just be sure to guard your heart, Claire. You fall hard just like I do.”

  “Thanks. What are you going to do tonight?”

  “I am going to take a long hot shower, order room service and dive into my latest book, The Billionaire’s Desire. I have a crush on Joshua.”

  “Sounds good. Enjoy your time alone.”

  “I will. Have fun tonight.”

  “Thanks.”

  She went to the lobby to meet Logan, I ordered room service and then hopped in the shower. When I got out, I threw on a gray tank, comfy cotton shorts and twisted my wet hair up into a sloppy bun. I had just finished putting on lotion when I heard a soft knock at the door.

  Hmmm, that was fast, I just ordered 15 minutes ago.

  I opened the door with a smile on my face, ready to tell the server how fast he was, and it immediately fell. Standing at my door, leaning against the frame was Zane looking even hotter than the last time I saw him.

  “Zane, what are you doing here?”

  “You didn’t show up today and I wanted to see you. Since you turned me down for dinner, I thought I would bring dinner to you.” He pulled a big bag from behind his back and held it up with begging eyes. “Can I come in?”

  My mind was screaming, telling me to close the door in his face, but my heart wanted me to let him right in, and that’s what I did.

  He went over to the table and set up a buffet of tacos, enchiladas, arroz con pollo, burritos, flan and churros.

  “Zane, that is a ton of food! I just ordered room service, what am I going to do about that?”

  “Just don’t eat it. I think you’re going to want this instead. There is this incredible restaurant in town, the food is amazing, it’s probably the best Mexican you’ve ever had.”

  I let out a deep sigh. “Okay, I’ll try it.”

  We sat down to eat and I took a small bite and the flavor literally burst in my mouth. My eyes were as big as saucers as I looked at him.

  “Oh my gosh, Zane, this tastes so good! How did you find this place?”

  “We like to explore when we go to new towns or countries, so we always try to find where the locals eat. That’s when you know you have found the really good stuff.”

  “I’ve never tasted better, you were right.”

  We enjoyed our meal and I found that I felt really comfortable with him. We had a really easy vibe going on and it was like we had known each other forever.

  After dinner and dessert we moved to the couch to relax. I thought it would be rude if I just kicked him out and, to be honest, I liked spending time with him. As much as I didn’t want to give in to my feelings, they were too strong. I didn’t want Zane to leave, so we hung out for a while.

  He turned his body toward mine on the couch and casually rested his arm along the back of it.

  “So, how long are you guys going to be here?” His hand gently brushed against the back of my neck causing goosebumps all over.

  “We leave the in a couple of days, we have practice on Saturday so we can’
t be gone for very long. This was just a quick, much needed vacation for us. What about you? Do you have any more shows here? When are you leaving?”

  “No, last night was our final show so we just extended our time here for a little bit of R&R. We fly back on Saturday, the day after you guys.”

  “Are you playing shows around New York?”

  “Yeah, we have a regular gig at the Pink Elephant every Saturday night.” He shifted on the couch and suddenly looked very serious. “Abby, I want to ask you something, no games.”

  “Okay.” I was a little bit apprehensive.

  “Can I see you when we get back to New York? I’d like to take you out.” His hand was gently stroking the back of my neck and I couldn’t think straight. I had to focus and tell myself to breathe. His touch was intoxicating.

  “Zane, I don’t think that’s a good idea. I told you I just got out of a relationship and I’m really not ready for anything.”

  “Really?” His fingers moved down the side of my neck and traced the scoop of my tank top, causing me to softly gasp for air. “Because I think we’re having a good time here, and I don’t want it to end. Do you, Abby?”

  His fingers lightly brushed over my nipple as he traced the outline of my breasts. It was almost like I was paralyzed by his touch and my brain had lost all sensible functioning. I had never let someone touch me like this so soon, yet here I was enjoying every part of Zane’s touch. His fingers slowly ran back up my arm to my neck, along my jaw and traced the outline of my lips.

  “I don’t know what your ex-boyfriend did to you, but I’m not him. I won’t hurt you.”

  I looked at him and rolled my eyes, my words were soft. “You can’t promise me that.”

  He turned to me and gently held my face in his hands as his eyes searched mine. “I can promise you that I will never intentionally hurt you, Abby.”

  He leaned in and his lips softly touched mine, his tongue gently parting my lips. His tongue was slow and sensual as it slid over mine, licking along my upper and bottom lips, and then he gently sucked on my bottom lip. The kiss intensified as he pulled me close to him, his tongue more eager and hungry. He suddenly broke away and pulled me to my feet. “Come on, let’s go in the bedroom.”

  I didn’t even protest. I followed him, his fingers linked through mine, knowing what was going to happen and not wanting to stop it. My body was on fire for him and my heart wanted to believe him.

  He gently laid me down on the bed and knelt down in front of me, hooking his fingers in the band of my shorts and slowly pulling them down. He then hooked his thumbs under the band of my panties and pulled those off of me. His hands slowly slid up my legs, his lips following with soft kisses, and he kissed my most sacred place. I let out a soft moan and spread my legs, wanting more. I felt his tongue exploring me, and my body began to quiver from his touch.

  “Not yet,” he whispered.

  His tongue slowly glided over me again and I let out a moan as I dug my fingers in his hair, holding him in place, rocking against his tongue, making him explore me a little bit longer. His hands slid up under my tank top and massaged my breasts and then tweaked my nipples, rolling them between his fingers. His thumbs circled my taut nipples, occasionally pinching them as his tongue began to dive into me. With one hard sweep over my sacred spot I felt my orgasm building and I grabbed the sheets and twisted them in my hands as my body tensed, lifting my ass off of the bed. I began to quiver and let out a loud moan as my orgasm took control of my body and Zane’s tongue darted in and out of me.

  “Oh, Zane!”

  I collapsed onto the bed, panting for air while Zane pulled off his shorts. His thick, hard length sprung free, and he rolled on a condom and climbed on top of me. My legs instinctively opened for him and he slowly entered me, letting out a loud hiss, as my hands reached around and grabbed his ass, pushing him deeper into me. My legs wrapped around his and I raised my hips to take him in even deeper. He leaned down and gave me a long kiss. He started to move slowly, sliding all the way in and almost all the way out, and then plunging deep into me. He moved like this for about a minute and then everything sped up. He thrust in and out of me faster and deeper and then he grabbed my ankles and put them over his shoulders as he sank deep into me, pumping harder and deeper. I clawed at him and clawed at the sheets, my body racked with tremors.

  Just as I felt another orgasm coming, Zane pulled out and quickly flipped me over onto my stomach. His tongue glided up over my backside and then he pulled my hips up, with me on all fours, and sank into me from behind. I was so ready for him that he slipped right in. He held onto my hips, and began to pound me into the mattress, groaning with each thrust, and I felt my wetness rolling down my thighs. He thrusts went harder and deeper with each pump and I felt like I was going to pass out from the feeling of ecstasy.

  “You ready, baby?” His words caught in his throat as he struggled for air, his body tensing as he pumped. I nodded and he gave one last deep thrust and then his whole body went rock hard as he released inside me. He collapsed onto me, holding me tight for a minute and the rolled off of me, giving me a quick kiss on the lips.

  “Holy shit, Abby, that was unbelievable!” He linked his fingers through mine and lay there beside me, still panting for air.

  I looked over at him. “You were amazing, but I don’t want you to think I do this kind of thing all the time. I’ve never done this before.”

  He looked totally shocked. “You’ve never had sex?”

  “No, silly, of course I’ve had sex, I just never had sex this soon with someone I just met.”

  He gently stroked my face and smiled at me. “It was incredible. You looked so sexy in your little shorts, tank top and hair on top of your head when you opened the door, I wanted to attack you right then.”

  “Yeah right, I don’t have a stitch of makeup on.”

  “You don’t need any, you’re beautiful just like that.”

  My hair had fallen out of its bun and was still damp. Zane lazily played with it as we lay there next to each other, and then he rolled over on his side and propped himself up on his arm. His eyes held mine and they were soft, yet serious.

  “So Abby, I’m going to ask you again. Can I see you when we get back to New York.”

  I was silent for a couple of minutes, letting him squirm a bit. There was no way I was going to say no, I had just spent an incredible night with him and I wanted to have more nights like that with him. Yes, Scott broke my heart, but since I decided to let Zane in, I felt like he could help it heal.

  I smiled at him. “I would love to see you when we get back to New York.”

  The End

  Abby and Zane’s story continues in Hearts on Fire, coming April 2014!

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  Waiting For You

  By Ava Claire

  After being dumped by her boyfriend right before their Santa Cruz getaway, Melissa Foster decides to go on the vacation alone. Rest, relaxation, and most of all--no men.

  She wasn't expecting the owner of the property she's renting, wealthy entrepreneur Logan Mason, to be the hottest thing she's ever seen. Or that he'd look at her like she was his sole reason for existence.

  Is Logan the man she's been waiting for, or will their passionate romance end in heartbreak?

  Copyright © 2014 Ava Claire

  Chapter One

  “Are you wearing lingerie?”

  My face dropped like a ton of bricks. I’d pulled out the big guns and scoured Victoria’s Secret for something that gave me the illusion of killer boobs despite my barely B cup breasts. I scored matching bottoms to minimize my pear-shaped hips and butt. I’d rolled on some stockings even though I hated the things, and I topped off the ensemble with gravity defying heels. He loved my waist length white blond hair when it was down so I obliged, adding strategic waves to frame my face. I was going for a soft sensuality, his good girl gone bad. And he was scowling at me like I was the most offensive thing he’d ever seen.


  He tossed his keys on the side table. “Anything for me?”

  He leafed through the mail. Leafed. Through. The. Mail. Like spam and bills were preferable to me in lingerie. His girlfriend, who wasn’t keeping count but knew that it had been 2 weeks, 3 days, and 10 hours since she’d been touched in an erotic way. And from the looks of it, tonight was quickly becoming a bust.

  I cleared my throat. He drew his deep blue eyes from the stack of envelopes, his eyebrows arched expectantly. Hurt and anger warred inside me. I had expectations. I expected the guy who claimed he loved me to want to touch me without being asked or cajoled into it.

  I grew up with Jason Collier, and even though everyone saw that we belonged together, we didn’t start dating until after we left for college. We happened to end up in neighboring cities, both majoring in Marketing and Communication. I’d been with other guys, but nothing had lasted.

  Until Jason.

  I could still remember our first kiss. The first time we said I love you. The first time we discovered each other’s bodies.

  Our nights were filled with enough heat and passion to make the very sound of his voice thrust me to orgasm. He could barely keep his hands to himself, his eyes alight with need as he took me whenever and wherever he could get me. In his dorm, in my dorm, and when we graduated and moved in together, in every room and on every surface in our apartment.

  We’d been living together for a little over a year, and I wasn’t naïve. I knew it was the honeymoon phase where everything was new and spontaneous and a little dirty. I knew time would whittle our trysts down to a couple of times a week, but we went from clawing at each other like horny teenagers to barely touching each other every couple of weeks.

  I tried again, twirling a blonde tendril around my finger. “Do you like my outfit?”

  He threw me a half-hearted once over. “It’s great.”