Country music hopeful, Kennedy Masters is a leap-before-you-look type of woman. Live in the moment, the here and now. That’s her policy – anything other than that is boring, and she’s never been particularly interested in boring. So, when she makes the irratic decision to join country music’s reigning star, Mick Callahan, on his tour bus after a show, she’s just living right up to her life’s motto.
The only problem? Her snap decision making lands her on the front page news and it’s for less than desireable reasons. Even worse is the fact that Mick decides she’s his next conquest, irratically announcing to the public that they’re engaged.
Her only option? Hiding out at the Callahan Ranch until the storm blows over – a decision that she’s not altogether pleased with, but one that she must follow considering the circumstances. When unexpected sparks fly upon meeting Mick’s mysterious older brother, Griff Callahan, Kennedy’s left sorting through matters of the heart – something that’s not exactly her forte.
And her career? Well, it’s been labeled TBD.
Kennedy must figure out a way to deal with her heart and her career, all while fighting her own feelings and fending off someone else’s.
"Kennedy, I don't like to share." He had grown downright serious, the words coming out as a growl. "And since I've come to the realization that I can't keep my hands off of you, I'm sure as hell not going to share with Mick."
His possessiveness curled around me, making me feel things that I couldn't process, didn't understand. It presented emotions that I wasn't comfortable with, made me want to run yet at the same time, enticed me. The dichotomy of the struggling emotions was staggering. "We're not together," I pointed out. "You don't have any claim over me or me, you."
My words were a lie, something said mostly out of confusion and I regretted them as soon as they left my lips. Shamefully - truthfully - I'd be his whatever as long as he'd have me. I wasn't sure of a lot of things where Griff Callahan was concerned, but I was certain of this: I wanted him and was absolutely powerless to stop it.
His eyes went heavy, narrowing as they fixed on me. "Sure as hell didn't feel like it when your legs were wrapped around me so tightly I could barely breathe. Or when your thighs spread wide so I could step in between them. Or when your back arched towards me as cries of pleasure fell from your lips when I kissed your nipples." The growl reigned supreme, his voice bouncing off of the walls. "Let me tell you something, Kennedy. If you think that was good, just wait until you see what else I have in store for you, what else I have planned for us. You'll be begging me for more, screaming my name in your sleep because you'll want it so bad."
"I'm sorry," I mumbled, his words leaving me in a hot stupor.
"You're going to be sorry," he informed me, his hands finding either side of my neck. He brought my face close to his angrily, possessively, his thumbs pressing down over my cheekbones. "Sorry I wasn't your first and begging me to be your last," he mumbled. His eyes stared at my lips hungrily, my brain processing his tongue sliding over his. "Tell me what you want, Kennedy," he demanded, his voice barely above a whisper, his anger seeping through making his gruff voice shaky.
"I-I don't know," I stuttered.
He jerked my body suddenly, my eyes widening in surprise.
"I-you," I managed, the words tumbling out as if he’d shook them from me.
"No part of you wants him? Not even the smallest inkling? You better let me know if you do and I'll walk away right now." I could hear the bitterness in his voice, the poison that the thought provoked.
"You…only you. I don't know beyond that," I admitted hesitantly, wanting to say the right thing without give away too much.
"In what way?"
"Griff, please stop. You're making me uncomfortable."
"Oh, like the erection that I've had since you showed up in my kitchen with that damned silk robe on and nothing else? Or the fact that I can't fucking sleep because every time that I do, all I can see is you and that robe and your nipples, hard and erect and so damned perfect-"
"Griff, I said I'm serious, okay?"
"You better not be messing with my head, Kennedy."
His temper was spiking and my inability to be clear wasn’t helping. His emotions were all over the map and he was dragging mine along with his. I needed to smooth things over, to tame the beast that was clearly on the verge of breaking through. I wrapped my fingers around his thick wrists, doing my best to capture the attention of his angry eyes.
"I'm not messing with you. I swear," I said softly. "I know only a few things. From the morning that I set eyes on you in that kitchen, there was no denying which Callahan man I wanted. I can't write a song without it being about you. I can't stand the thought of you being with someone else, touching someone besides me. You've got me so twisted and confused, so far from my comfortable center that I don't know which way is up or which is down. I can't think straight or breathe or form a cohesive thought when you're around. I want you near me, by my side, on top of me…inside me. I want you every which way I could possibly have you. I know I shouldn't, but I do. I can't understand it and I sure as hell don't know what to do about it, but there's absolutely no way that my body will allow me to leave you alone."