Love on Tap
Publication Date: April 24, 2017
Genres: Adult, Entangled: Select, Contemporary Romance
Wyatt Montgomery knows a barrel of legendary Zoria imperial stout will help his Denver gastropub stay on top. The only problem is the brewery that made it is no longer in business. When Wyatt hears the brewmaster has only one barrel left, he won’t stop until it’s his. He doesn’t consider what this mythical barrel might cost him. And he certainly doesn’t anticipate his reaction to the heart-stoppingly beautiful brewmaster he needs to convince to sell him the beer.
When Wyatt rushes into Bec Dempsey’s small-town cooperative offering to buy the last barrel of her precious Zoria, she’s thrown for a loop. She’s been burned by city-slickers before, and she’ll be damned if she’ll let it happen again. But when things start heating up between them, Bec decides to make Wyatt a counteroffer. One she hopes he won’t refuse.
Bec washed the dishes methodically, piling them in the pan of rinse water so that he could put them in the drainer. The process moved along briskly as long as he didn’t pay any attention to the tension between them that was thick enough to cut with a knife. The whole evening was rapidly drawing to a close. He could walk out of her apartment without causing any more problems—he’d be on his way back to the hotel in a matter of minutes. No harm, no foul.
Or not. He watched Bec for a moment. Her hair frizzed slightly from the warm damp air as she leaned over the dishes. He could see the faint fluff of red against the side of her face. Her milky skin was slightly pink from the heat.
He had a sudden image of milk white breasts with nipples like roses. The hair between her legs would probably be red, too. He’d definitely like to find out for sure.
She looked up suddenly, as if she’d only now become aware that he was watching her. Almost without thinking about it, he raised his hand to her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin against his palm.
He brought his mouth to hers, breathing in her slight gasp of surprise, his hands dropping to her shoulders. For a moment they stood joined, her hands pressing against his chest, and then her mouth opened beneath his and his tongue darted in to taste. Sweet, so sweet. But something else too, like salted caramel, sweet and savory and unexpected. He moved closer, sliding a hand down her back, and heard her purr of arousal as her arms went around his neck. He cupped her ass, tight with muscle, and his pulse beat hard.
What he’d been wanting all night. What he’d been wanting longer than that if he was honest. Touching, tasting, moving. Yes, yes, yes.
Or not. Bec stepped back, eyes wide, lips slightly open as she gasped in a breath. “No,” she whispered. “This can’t… We can’t… I can’t do this.”
Meg Benjamin is an author of contemporary romance. Her books have won an EPIC Award for Contemporary Romance, the Romantic Times Reviewers’ Choice Award, the Holt Medallion, and the Award of Excellence among other honors. Meg lives in Colorado with her DH and two rather large Maine coon kitties (well, partly Maine Coon anyway).