"I loved the chemistry and intensity between Evie and Finn, they were a dynamic couple and I was emotionally vested in their HEA from the very first line and couldn't wait to get to the end. Be warned, you will get all choked up as you read Evie and Finn story unfold…..Amy Andrews writes such beautifully flawed characters; they certainly aren't perfect but are oh so endearing. She is one of my favorite authors and this book is her at her very best."
The only way Evie Lockheart could say goodbye to Dr Finn Kennedy was by allowing herself to surrender one more time to temptation. Admitting out loud she felt more for the guarded surgeon was never an option. Then a bombshell rocks Evie to her very core. Now she must tell the man whose delectable smile haunts her dreams that this time she will not let him walk away.
Finn gently grabbed her wrist intent on setting her away but the breeze blew the scent of her shampoo, of her skin, right into his face, enveloping him in a cloud of memories and he knew he wasn't strong enough. Not after five months of denial.
"Oh hell," he half muttered, half groaned as he slid his hand from her wrist into her hair pulling her head close and lowering his mouth to hers.
He'd lain awake at night thinking about her kiss. And it was as good as he remembered. Better. She opened to him on a sigh, moved into the shelter of his arms as if she belonged there and he felt the last of the cold disappear from his bones as an intense heat roared and raged through his marrow.
And then he was hot everywhere.
Their tongues tangoed as he pressed her back onto the sand, his thigh instantly pushing between hers, his hand automatically stroking down her neck, across her shoulders before claiming a breast, firmer and rounder even than he remembered, the nipple beading instantly beneath his palm.
Evie moaned as she arched her back, pushing herself into his hand more, the ache of the aroused tip mirroring the ache between her legs. She rubbed against his thigh to relieve it but he only pushed harder against her, stoking the need higher.
And then with a muffled curse against her mouth, he was over her, on top of her and she revelled in the pressure of him pushing her into the warm sand, the imprint of each grain against the backs of her calves, the feel of the naked planes of his back dry and warm from the sun, beneath her hands.
Her head spun from his kiss, her breath was short and choppy and her belly dipped and tightened with every thrust and parry of his tongue. And if it hadn't been for a lone seagull practically landing on top of them and startling them both out of their stupor, Evie had no doubt they would have gone all the way, oblivious to everything but the primitive imperative of their bodies.
Evie broke of their kiss as sense invaded their bubble and she became aware they were making out on a beach and anyone with two eyes and a pair of binoculars could be watching them from the cliff top. Not to mention anyone coming down the stairs from the retreat copping an eyeful.
Finn uttered another curse and rolled off her, flopping onto his back, his chest heaving, his pulse battering his temples, his erection throbbing painfully.
"Finn." She reached for his arm but he vaulted upright abruptly and she knew he was already regretting what happened.
"I'm sorry, he said. "That shouldn't have happened."
Evie sighed as she too sat, her body still zinging from their kisses. "Why not?" she asked. "We're both adults, Finn."
Finn shook his head vehemently. "We're not going down this road again, Evie," he said.
Evie smoothed her dress over her knees. Tell him. Tell him they were on the road together whether he liked it or not. "Would it be so bad?"
"I lose my head when I'm around you and I don't like it."
"That's a shame," she said trying to lighten the moment. Tell him! "I like it when you lose your head."
"Damn it Evie," he barked looking at her, her lips full and soft from his ravaging. "I don't. I don't like it. I almost had you naked on your back on this beach."
She placed her hand on his forearm. It felt warm and solid in her palm and she never wanted to let go.