Here's a good moan from one of my favorite books. I love me some farmers. Somewhere I Belong is my farmer book. I want a Sully of my own.
Somewhere I Belong
Liquid Silver Books
Sullavan Tanner walked away from Jarvis, Ohio, afraid to give his heart to the woman he loved. He lived the rock and roll lifestyle, but never quite made it to the big time. Fifteen years later, he’s back and ready to claim what’s his—if she’ll accept his help.
Marley Lockwood’s done asking for help. The family farm is more than she can handle, but if she can survive a cancer scare, the loss of her parents, the abandonment by her first love, and a messy divorce, she can handle anything.
Until Sully shows up.
Although she’s not interested in rekindling the love affair, she’s not above accepting Sully’s hands on the farm. What’s the worst that could happen? They get the farm out of the red and into the black? That’s her plan. They actually fall in love? The past says it won’t work, so she’s not hedging her bets.
Too bad Sully’s not giving up this time.
And here's the moan!
“Sully?” Marley climbed out of bed and strode to the double window. Sheets of rain damped her sleep shirt as she slid the frame open. “Sully, get out of the rain. You’ll catch pneumonia.”
He slithered through the gap. “Marley.” He wrapped rain-soaked arms around her. His body shook. Fear? Regret? Longing? She wasn’t sure.
Her heart thundered in her chest. He’d come to her. In more ways than she wanted to admit, his gesture warmed her blood. He chipped away at her need for him, making her feelings stronger. “Sully, we aren’t kids. You don’t have to shimmy up the lattice and climb through my bedroom window to talk to me. You have keys to the house.”
“I need you.” He cupped her jaw in both hands.
“I’m in my pajamas.” Marley licked her lips and closed her eyes. How could she sound so foolish? “I mean…”
“Sweetheart, I’m trying to be romantic.” He edged her to the bed. Her calves hit the oak frame and mattress. “I need a woman who responds to my touch. A woman who needs me.”
“Sully, don’t do something we’ll regret.” Desire and longing bubbled in her heart.
“You wound me, but I like it.” Sully rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip and wrapped an arm around her body. He kneaded her ass with callused fingers. “I’m tired of the soul-deep hurting and running from my problems.”
Marley moaned and clamped her mouth shut. If she allowed herself to feel, would her dream vanish? A chuckle rumbled in his throat. Her insides turned to mush. Sully wasn’t a dream. He was very much real and in the flesh.
“Kiss me and make me whole, Marley.”
Pain stabbed her in the heart, deflating her euphoria. He wasn’t free for her taking.
“No one else exists except you and me, love.”
Sully mashed his lips against hers, making her whimper. He tasted like sweet tea and spicy man. Against her better judgment, Marley broke the kiss and ripped the rumpled sleep shirt over her head. If she was going to have a lapse in judgment, then why not make the king of all mistakes?