Wild Love
by Meg Benjamin
Series: Brewing Love, #3
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Entangled: Amara
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Entangled: Amara
Release Date: April 20, 2020
After one bad relationship too many, Peaches Guidry came to the mountain resort town of Antero, Colorado to start over. Now, she’s manager of a great restaurant and on her way to bigger and better things without anyone complicating her life. The upcoming grand opening of the local brewery’s new pub is the perfect opportunity to introduce more customers to her menu. A partnership with Antero Brewing could bring her business to a whole new level.
But then Colin Brooks strolls into town. Rugged, yet charismatic. The bad boy with a heart of gold—the kind of man she can’t resist.
Her friends at the brewpub, though, are quick to tell her Colin isn’t exactly new in town. He’s the black sheep of Antero and disappeared years ago without a word. Now he’s back and hoping to prove he’s changed, but the welcome they give him is harsher than the winter winds.
She knows she shouldn’t be falling for someone that everyone says can’t be trusted. And getting tangled up in his wild past could ruin the future of everything she’s worked so hard to build… So why can’t they stay away from each other?
Each book in the Brewing Love series is STANDALONE:
* Love on Tap
* Saison for Love
* Wild Love
She managed a genuine smile this time. “That’s great, Colin. I’m glad it’s all worked out for you. You got what you wanted.” If this was a goodbye, at least they could be friendly.
“Not exactly.” He reached for her hand.
Peaches’s heart was beating so hard she was surprised he couldn’t see it. “What else?” she asked.
He gave her a level look. “I don’t have anyone to celebrate with. Anyone I could tell. Bec and Liam aren’t pissed anymore, but they’re not my friends yet. That’s what I missed. ” He stared down at his feet for a moment, as if he was working out what to say. “You’ve been the best friend I had around here. The person who meant the most to me. You’re what made this place home. If I lost you, I lost Antero. I don’t think I ever understood that before. That home is a person along with a place.” He turned to look at her, his eyes the color of twilight.
She gazed back at him. “I never thought about it, but I guess that’s right.”
He reached a tentative hand toward her, stroking his fingers along her cheek. “Can we be okay again?”
Her breath caught in her throat, but she managed to keep her voice from trembling. “Maybe. I hope so”
He brought his lips to hers slowly, then he rested his forehead against her hair. “Jesus, Peaches. I missed you so much.”
She took a deep breath. “I missed you, too.” And I was here. And you could have found me anytime. And you waited so long… For a moment, she fought contradictory impulses to punch him and to burst into tears, but she managed to get herself back under control. She tucked her head beneath his chin, resting against his chest. Home. He’s come home.
Finally.
There was no question of his going back to the apartment. Nor any question about what they were going to do. He let her lead him to her bed, undressing her slowly, kissing her slowly, entering her body like a prayer, relishing the feeling, the warmth, the charge of adrenaline and joy. I almost lost it. But he hadn’t.
Thank God.
He wouldn’t think about narrowly averted disasters now. All he’d think about was Peaches, and the wonder of being in her bed again. The satin of her skin, the scents of cinnamon and lavender, the sound of her breath against his ear.
He’d missed it all. Missed it until it had made him dazed and stupid and wrong-headed. Thank God he’d managed to see reason.
She ran her fingers through his hair as he moved, gazing up at him. Just looking at her made him hard and aching. He drove himself deeper, the tension building at the base of his spine as she tightened beneath him.
She pressed her heels against his behind, bringing her body up so he moved deeper still. Then she cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders as her body convulsed.
And he was flying, soaring, joining her in the glorious slide down from the summit. He tightened his arms around her, holding her close, his lips pressed to the delicate skin above her collar bone. “Peaches,” he murmured. “Ah, Peaches.”
She cuddled against him as he collapsed beside her, warm and silent. “What are you thinking?” he asked.
Dangerous question. But he wanted to know.
“I missed this,” she said slowly. “I missed you. I don’t like hurting.”
“I don’t like it, either.”
“Let’s not do it anymore. Let’s promise each other not to do stupid crap like this again.”
“Works for me,” he said slowly.
“Not exactly.” He reached for her hand.
Peaches’s heart was beating so hard she was surprised he couldn’t see it. “What else?” she asked.
He gave her a level look. “I don’t have anyone to celebrate with. Anyone I could tell. Bec and Liam aren’t pissed anymore, but they’re not my friends yet. That’s what I missed. ” He stared down at his feet for a moment, as if he was working out what to say. “You’ve been the best friend I had around here. The person who meant the most to me. You’re what made this place home. If I lost you, I lost Antero. I don’t think I ever understood that before. That home is a person along with a place.” He turned to look at her, his eyes the color of twilight.
She gazed back at him. “I never thought about it, but I guess that’s right.”
He reached a tentative hand toward her, stroking his fingers along her cheek. “Can we be okay again?”
Her breath caught in her throat, but she managed to keep her voice from trembling. “Maybe. I hope so”
He brought his lips to hers slowly, then he rested his forehead against her hair. “Jesus, Peaches. I missed you so much.”
She took a deep breath. “I missed you, too.” And I was here. And you could have found me anytime. And you waited so long… For a moment, she fought contradictory impulses to punch him and to burst into tears, but she managed to get herself back under control. She tucked her head beneath his chin, resting against his chest. Home. He’s come home.
Finally.
There was no question of his going back to the apartment. Nor any question about what they were going to do. He let her lead him to her bed, undressing her slowly, kissing her slowly, entering her body like a prayer, relishing the feeling, the warmth, the charge of adrenaline and joy. I almost lost it. But he hadn’t.
Thank God.
He wouldn’t think about narrowly averted disasters now. All he’d think about was Peaches, and the wonder of being in her bed again. The satin of her skin, the scents of cinnamon and lavender, the sound of her breath against his ear.
He’d missed it all. Missed it until it had made him dazed and stupid and wrong-headed. Thank God he’d managed to see reason.
She ran her fingers through his hair as he moved, gazing up at him. Just looking at her made him hard and aching. He drove himself deeper, the tension building at the base of his spine as she tightened beneath him.
She pressed her heels against his behind, bringing her body up so he moved deeper still. Then she cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders as her body convulsed.
And he was flying, soaring, joining her in the glorious slide down from the summit. He tightened his arms around her, holding her close, his lips pressed to the delicate skin above her collar bone. “Peaches,” he murmured. “Ah, Peaches.”
She cuddled against him as he collapsed beside her, warm and silent. “What are you thinking?” he asked.
Dangerous question. But he wanted to know.
“I missed this,” she said slowly. “I missed you. I don’t like hurting.”
“I don’t like it, either.”
“Let’s not do it anymore. Let’s promise each other not to do stupid crap like this again.”
“Works for me,” he said slowly.
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