With the holiday season upon her, Jamie Foster is once again stressed about making her yearly visit back home to Woodfalls, still single. Fate intervenes in the form of Grant Johnson, a boy she grew up with, who catches the same flight while returning home from a business trip.
When a malfunction sends their plane crashing down on the runway upon takeoff, Jamie and Grant decide to rent a car and make the nine-hundred-mile drive home together. Ironically for them, anything that can go wrong does as they face one hysterical hurdle after another.
Christmas may finally bring Jamie the gift of love she has always wanted if she and Grant can manage to overcome a few obstacles along the way. Ho-ho-ho!
“Why do you care so much?” he asked, scooting the tray to the foot of the bed and moving closer to me.
My body reacted to his close proximity. “What makes you think I care?” I said breathlessly as he inched closer.
“I think you care a lot,” he said, dropping his eyes to my mouth.
I swallowed hard as his mouth hovered close to mine. “Tell me you haven’t been thinking about this,” he said, stroking a thumb over my bottom lip.
“Have you?” I whispered.
“Jams, I’ve been thinking about this longer than I can remember,” he said, crushing his lips to mine. His words rang through my head, but there was no way I could make sense of them when his lips felt so good. I responded with a small moan when his tongue trailed across the same spot where his thumb had been. My pleasure filled acceptance affected him and he dragged me into his arms, deepening the kiss. A shiver rippled down my body as our tongues found each other. I gripped the hem of his shirt, wanting him closer. Hearing my unspoken plea, he settled the upper half of his body on top of mine. I gasped with pleasure, running my fingers up under his shirt. I could feel the firmness of his muscles and smoothness of his skin. It was almost my undoing when I felt him tugging at my shirt moments before his hand glided over the sensitive skin of my ribcage. My blood roared through me. His hand moved farther up to my breasts and I bowed my body, whimpering against his lips. I wanted his touch everywhere on my body.
“Jams, you’re seriously killing me,” he said raggedly against my lips. He pulled back slightly.
“Is that good or bad?” I asked, running my hands up his torso. My fingers trailed to the small patch of hair that disappeared down his jeans. Ever since I’d seen him in nothing but his jockey shorts the other night, I’ve fantasized about that small trail of hair.
“So good it almost hurts,” he said, leaning in for another kiss. Before his lips could reach their destination, a beeping noise from downstairs followed by the sound of voices in the hallway interrupted us. “Really?” he asked incredulously, climbing off the bed. I couldn’t help giggling. Of course something was going on. With our luck lately, I could have almost set my watch by it.
USA Today Bestselling author Tiffany King is a lifelong reading fanatic who is now living her dream as a writer, weaving Young Adult and New Adult romance tales for others to enjoy. She has a loving husband and two wonderful kids. (Five, if you count her three spoiled cats). Her addictions include: Her iphone and ipad, chocolate, Diet Coke, chocolate, Harry Potter, chocolate, zombies and her favorite TV shows. Want to know what they are? Just ask.
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