Today we're looking at the first meeting between USA Today's Bestselling Author Samanthe Beck's characters in "Best Man with Benefits'...I love that title! Let's take a peek and decide, "Is it love, lust, or borderline contempt at first sight?"
Best Man with Benefits
(Book 4 in the Brazen Wedding Dare Series)
Logan McCade never considered himself an ass man, but the heart-shaped one packed into snug black jeans practically begged to be kissed, licked, bitten, and quite possibly spanked. The distraction in question snagged his attention as he approached the Beaver Creek Resort concierge desk, which made all of the above highly unfeasible.
Still, the soaring ceilings, dark wood beams, and huge river-rock fireplace of the resort’s lobby couldn’t compete with the tight, round handful traveling in close company with toned legs that gave the impression of going on forever. A nice illusion, considering the woman leaning against the marble-topped counter looked about five foot nothing in her flat black sandals—even when she rose onto her tiptoes to speak to the resort manager.
He couldn’t catch the full conversation, just her quiet, halting voice saying, “I-I think I’m going to hyperventilate.”
As she finished speaking, she rocked down on her heels and took a half step back from the desk. Now that she wasn’t leaning on the counter, the hem of her oversize white shirt settled below her hips, curtaining the world’s most bitable backside.
Keep walking, he told himself, because thanks to a call from his CFO about some issues they’d hit with a potential acquisition, he was already late to the official kickoff dinner for Colton and Kady’s epic week of wedding fun. As best man, he ought to be on time for shit like that, but something about the damsel in distress talking to the concierge—and, okay, maybe it was her sweet little ass in those clingy pants—had him detouring to the desk.
A shower of light from the chandelier splashed auburn streaks through chin-length dark hair that had been ambushed by restless hands a few too many times. Something about the texture and color of set a flare of familiarity firing in his brain. He couldn’t see her face from his angle, but he heard the resort manager reply, “…our sincere apologies, Miss Brooks. Please don’t hyperventilate. Rest assured, we’ll locate your dresses and have them sent to your room as soon as possible.”
Miss Brooks? As in…
She whirled to face him, and he fell into a pair of big brown eyes he remembered belonging in the slightly rounded face of a girl…teenager…whatever. Not a full-grown woman with high cheekbones and an actual jawline—both of which a man could spend days sculpting with his fingertips, or his tongue. The only plump thing about her face was her full, unpainted lips, currently parted in what he figured to be surprise at his interruption, but his imagination whispered, This is what she looks like when she comes…cheeks flushed, eyes wide and dazed, and those soft pink lips parted.
Wine lover, sleep coveter, and USA Today bestselling author Samanthe Beck lives in Malibu, California with her husband, their son, Kitty the furry Ninja, and Bebe the trash talkin’ Chihuahua. When not writing fun, fan-your-cheeks sexy contemporary romances, she searches for the perfect cabernet to pair with Ambien.
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