(The Wildes of Birch Bay #4)
By Kim Law
Published by: Montlake Romance
Publication date: September 25th 2018
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Sometimes dreams change…and sometimes it takes a dream reader to make it happen.
When Jaden Wilde’s girlfriend turns down his marriage proposal just months before he receives his master’s in counseling, he’s convinced that it’s cold feet. Until he learns that her no came at the advice of a new age “dream reader.” But Arsula’s hardly the woo-woo hippie his scholarly mind imagined. She’s charming, smart, and uncannily perceptive. And before long, he’s drawn to her—despite his ongoing skepticism for how her practice works.
Arsula’s intuitions led her to Birch Bay not to guide Jaden’s girlfriend—but to guide him to his best life possible. As the odd one out in an unsupportive family, Arsula can relate to the struggle to find one’s path, and she wants to see Jaden with the woman of his dreams. Although she’s cautious of being the rebound girl, what she’s starting to feel for him is too real to ignore.
When Jaden’s own volatile family issues come to a head and his doubts are made resoundingly clear, Arsula worries she’s misread the signs. Maybe they’re all wrong for each other. Maybe he should be with his ex. She’s supported him, but if he can’t believe in her, how will they ever find out if they’re truly meant to be?
Arsula couldn’t believe she’d done that.
Then again, wasn’t this why she’d taunted him to climb the stairs?
The conversation might have started around showing him the website, but while she’d been in the shower, she’d played out different scenarios for enticing him up. Only, not for the purpose of viewing the website. There had even been one scenario where she’d stood at the top of the stairs, as naked as she was now, encouraging him up each step.
It was simple. She wanted him. And she didn’t want to pretend otherwise.
“Jaden?” He hadn’t moved since she’d dropped the towel. He just stood there, staring at her as if he’d never seen a naked woman before.
“You do know what to do next, right?”
His eyes continued to evade hers. “Of course I know what to do. I’m just soaking this in.”
A laugh slipped out. “What’s the matter? Afraid you might forget again?”
He was seriously too adorable.
“Not a concern this time.” He finally moved, the lines of his face going hard and his crutches swinging him closer. “There’s been no whiskey in my system since the wedding. This visual isn’t going anywhere.”
“You did have wine tonight.”
“Two glasses. And I promise you”—he landed in front of her, and she found it nearly impossible to breathe—“the picture is set. You also don’t have to worry about the effects of a man having too much alcohol.”
Her eyes lowered to the front of his trousers to confirm his statement, and she gulped. He remained fully clothed, but she could see his point. Lack of erection would not be an issue tonight.
“You ever planning to touch me, then?” she whispered. He was still just standing there, and her danged nipples kept growing harder with every second that ticked off the clock.
“Just as soon as I figure out how to do it without falling on my rear.”
“Oh.” She came out of her about-to-have-sex fog and realized that he couldn’t really do too much while standing up. He still couldn’t put his foot down.
She went into action. Hurrying to the kitchen area, she grabbed one of the chairs and brought it over to him, then she thought about the logistics of that. About how it would put his mouth at practically breast level, and she hurried back, thinking she didn’t need to be quite that forward. She grabbed the other chair, and when she returned, she realized he was laughing at her.
She dropped the chair. “Why are you laughing?”
“Because you’re cute.” He leaned forward and pecked her on the mouth. “And very naked,” he murmured against her lips. Then he took the kiss deeper.
Arsula stood there, reveling in his touch but unsure what to do to help. She wanted to reach for him. To part him from his clothes, just as she’d done for herself. She also wanted to press forward and devour him with her mouth. But she didn’t want to knock him over.
In the end, she lifted her hands to his face, and she showed him with her lips and tongue that she wanted this. That she intended to be a full participant.
He moaned, and she inched forward.
Her chest brushed his, and one of his hands slid over her hip. She undid the buttons of his shirt.
“Arsula?” he whispered a moment later. His mouth was now feasting on her neck, while she’d moved her fingers to his waist and flattened herself to his now-bare chest.
“Yes?” Her palms slid over his back.
“Can we move to the couch?”
Oh, crap. They were still standing up.
She went into action again, nodding like a frantic woman, and hurried to the other side of the sofa. She slid the coffee table out of the way so he could make it to the middle cushion, and then she set his crutches aside and pulled the coffee table back. She waited for him to sit, and after he did, she gently lifted his foot and propped it on the small table.
Then she stared down at him, once again unsure what to do next.
“You’re nervous.” He spoke from a reclined position, his eyes hot as they watched her and his voice heavy with need.
“Because I don’t have a clue as to the best way to do this.” She studied him. Should she just climb on top?
But he still had his pants on.
“I don’t, either.” He reached for her hand. “So let’s just take it one step at a time, okay?”
She nodded. She could do that.
“Step one.” He grimaced before continuing. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
His question was the last thing she’d expected. She held her hands out to her sides. “I’m naked, Jaden. What about that says unsure to you?”
“Yeah, but . . . I’m not entirely certain I took your invitation to come up the right way. We had just been talking about websites.”
She found the moment to be sweet. Then she straddled his legs, both of her feet remaining on the ground, and prepared to move them beyond sweet. “Not to worry. You read me loud and clear.”
As a child, award-winning author Kim Law cultivated a love for chocolate, anything purple, and creative writing. She penned her debut work, "The Gigantic Talking Raisin," in the sixth grade and got hooked on the delights of creating stories. Before settling into the writing life, however, she earned a college degree in mathematics and worked as a computer programmer. Now she's pursuing her lifelong dream of writing romance novels. She has won the Romance Writers of America's Golden Heart Award, has been a finalist for the prestigious RWA RITA Award, and has served in varied positions for her local RWA chapter. A native of Kentucky, Kim lives with her husband and an assortment of animals in Middle Tennessee.
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