From This Moment On Part 26

Callie let her voice drop and looked up towards the ceiling as if she obviously knew the name of his company but had momentarily forgotten it. She hoped against hope that he would fall for her act.

The truth was, she was such a bad business owner she didn't even know the name of the company that had been sent in to save her from ruin.

"Sweet Returns," he said smoothly, his eyes running past her flushed face to her chest, then quickly back up to her face.

Too late Callie realized that she was flas.h.i.+ng Derek through the translucent white silk of her flimsy camisole. She crossed her arms across her chest, wanting to hide her telltale arousal, but it was no use.

With her arms crossed beneath her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, the soft flesh rose indecently up out of the v-neck top of her skimpy sh.e.l.l. She didn't know which was worse: her hard, pink nipples shooting through the fabric like darts, or the bounteous mounds of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s spilling from her top.

Wis.h.i.+ng she weren't always doing the wrong thing at the wrong time, Callie bit her lip and said, "Should we get down to business?"

But no matter how hard she tried to act professional, Callie knew she sounded like she'd rather get kissed by Derek than look at the bottom line with him.

She couldn't help it. Derek was so d.a.m.n gorgeous. And s.e.xy. And...

Standing right in front of her.

With the intimacy that comes from knowing just how a woman needs to be touched, he brushed back a curl from her cheek.

Callie s.h.i.+vered.

Just like the visions that had kept her awake all night long, Derek was right there within stroking distance. She needed him so desperately that against any good sense she had ever possessed, her arms uncrossed and moved across his shoulders to entwine around his neck and she pressed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s up against his hard chest.

"Callie."

His voice wrapped around her like a deep fog, husky and full of the very need she herself was unable to fight, and then his mouth was on hers and her lips were open and greedy and she was moaning. He felt so good, so d.a.m.n good, she was nearly sobbing with need.

He sucked at her lower lip, letting his teeth graze her skin, still sensitive from their lovemaking at the wedding, before moving his mouth down past her chin to the side of her neck.

"I was awake all night dreaming about doing this again. Touching you again. Loving you again."

He sank his lips into the crook of her neck and sucked at it.

"Me too," she admitted on a gasp of pleasure, unable to stop the confession from rolling off of her tongue.

...Excerpt from CANDY STORE by Bella Andre 2011.

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Booklist.

The following Bella Andre t.i.tles are also available in electronic format.

The Sullivans Series.

The Look of Love.

From This Moment On.

Bound By Love.

Candy Store.

Ecstasy.

Game For Love.

Love Me.

Shooting Stars.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR.

Bella Andre has always been a writer. Songs came first, and then non-fiction books, but as soon as she started writing her first romance novel, she knew she'd found her perfect career. Known for "sensual, empowered stories enveloped in heady romance" (Publisher's Weekly) about sizzling alpha heroes and the strong women they'll love forever, many of her 20+ t.i.tles have appeared on Top 50 bestseller lists, including THE LOOK OF LOVE, GAME FOR LOVE, ECSTASY, CANDY STORE and LOVE ME.

Her books have been Cosmopolitan Magazine Red Hot Reads twice (GAME FOR ANYTHING and WILD HEAT) and have been translated into German, Thai, j.a.panese and Ukrainian. NEVER TOO HOT won the Award of Excellence in 2011. The Was.h.i.+ngton Post has called her, "One of the top digital writers in America."

If not behind her computer, you can find her reading her favorite authors, hiking, knitting, or laughing. Married with two children, Bella splits her time between the Northern California wine country and a 100 year old log cabin in the Adirondacks.

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