A Love So Sweet Book Excerpt

THE NEXT MORNING Max was still high on Treat as she flew out her apartment door at seven—and ran smack into her new boyfriend’s hard chest with an oomph.

“Whoa.” Treat raised his arms, flashing his knee-weakening smile. “Sorry, sweetness. I thought I’d catch you before you left.” He carried a to-go cup in each hand, along with a white bag from the bakery down the street.

“Sorry! I’m not used to big, burly guys standing in the hallway.”

He leaned down for a kiss, and she wound her arms around his neck, her lips lingering on his.

“I think I could get used to this.” She ran her finger down the trail of buttons on his shirt. “You look quite handsome today.”

“I have a hot breakfast date with a sexy festival organizer.” He kissed her again and handed her a cup. “A little bird told me you loved French vanilla lattes.”

“Which bird would that be?”

“Chaz. I called to see if you’d gone in early. I wanted to surprise you.”

“Sneaky. I like that. You’re very good at surprises, by the way.” She took a sip and closed her eyes, savoring the taste. “Mm-mm. Delicious.” When she opened them, Treat’s hungry gaze bored into her.

“The way you just looked?” He made a greedy, utterly male sound. “That was delicious.”

She giggled and hugged him.

“Better be careful pressing your gorgeous body against me.” He gave her a seductive look. “I’ve got several weeks of fantasizing about you built up inside me.”

“Sorry,” she whispered as she stepped back. She wrinkled her nose and said, “Not really.”

He hauled her against him and said, “Me either,” before taking her in a penetrating kiss that she felt all the way to her toes.

“I’m not going to be able to walk down the stairs if you keep kissing me like that.”

He chuckled. “I know you’re in a hurry, but I couldn’t wait another minute to see you. Overnight was far too long.”

She sighed, wishing she had more time.

“I’ll walk you to your car.” On the way down, he handed her the bakery bag. “I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I brought you a few choices.”

She peered into the bag, surveying the muffins and croissants. “These look amazing. Do you want some?”

“Yes.” He winked and said, “But not what’s in that bag.”

“Oh boy,” she said breathily. “I’m supposed to work all day with that look in my head?” She reached into the bag as her feet hit the pavement. “Hm. I notice there’s nothing chocolate in here.”

“I might have stacked the deck in my favor.” He set his coffee on the roof of her car and took her keys to unlock her door.

“Ah, no substitutes for the real thing, huh?” Tingles of anticipation climbed up her chest. She’d dreamed about him all night. Dark, erotic dreams about his hands and mouth all over her and hers all over him. The kind of dreams that, if she were awake, would have made her entire body blush. She’d woken up hot and bothered, and now, as she thought about them again, she felt the tightening of arousal low in her belly.

“Look under the napkins.”

She reached into the bag, and beneath the pastries and napkins she found a chocolate croissant. She held it up for him to take a bite. “A hidden crutch?”

“I’ll never pressure you or leave you hanging. But where you’re concerned, I can’t help dreaming big.”