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I tentatively
let my tongue glide against the firmness of his mouth. Those lips were plump
and I sucked the bottom one into my mouth, tasting him, feeling my power. The
shudder that went through him satisfied me deeply. He let me have my way with
him, allowing my tongue an easy entry. He tasted like mint, and I knew he had
hoped this would happen. Knowing he’d thought about this, planned for it, made
it easier for me. I pressed my body against his and felt how happy he was to be
here with me. His cock was already hard and rubbed against my belly, promising
all manner of comfort and pleasure.
“Zoey.” He
groaned and pulled away slightly. “Sweetheart, you’re really short.”
I laughed. His
neck was at an awkward angle due to our height differences. It must have been
uncomfortable. “Sorry about that. I could stand on a chair.”
I tried to find
a solution to our problem because stopping our impromptu make-out session
wasn’t something I wanted to do. I felt alive around him. My worries melted
away the minute he laid a hand on me. I wanted more of this feeling.
“I can handle
it.” He lifted me with one arm, and I suddenly found myself sitting on the
kitchen counter, my legs dangling. Dev shoved himself between my legs, and we
were finally at the perfect height. He pulled me close, his hands on my ass,
nestling himself between my legs.
His hand slid
up, tracing along my back and upwards. Dev gently cupped my face and looked
into my eyes. “I don’t want to push you.”
His voice had a
slight desperation to it. Every woman, even one with very little experience,
can translate that tone. It means please, please,
please let me…
I smiled. “I
think you can push me a little.”
And then I
wasn’t thinking about demons or stolen money or lost loves. I was thinking
about that long silent voice that was suddenly screaming at me to kiss and lick
and let this man do whatever he wanted to with me. Dev let himself go now, and
he was suddenly everywhere. His tongue seduced mine. His hands explored. His
fingers ran up from my hips, skimming along my side until he found his way to
my breasts. My nipples were hard points begging for his attention. I wanted his
mouth on me, his hands roaming. The center of him pressed against me, seeking
entry despite the barriers of our clothing. He was not a small man. His cock
was large and blissfully erect. That glorious erection nudged insistently
through the denim of my jeans. I let my legs wind around him and gave myself
over to the moment.
“Please, Dev.”
It had been so long. I hadn’t even touched myself. I’d been utterly alone.
He smiled, a
slow curving of his lips. “You have no idea how much I want to please you. How
much I can please you. I come from a long line of men whose goal in life is to
please a woman. The right woman.”
He tweaked my
nipples, his fingers pinching lightly. I squirmed, the feeling going straight
to my pussy. His lips kept up a slow grind against mine as his fingers made
their way down my torso. I held on, pulling him close. I felt connected in a
way I hadn’t in forever. He delved under the waistband of my jeans. I sighed
against his mouth as he found his way to my clit. With an expert touch, he
started to rub.
“Hate to break
up a tender moment.” A bitter voice shattered the intimacy.
I didn’t have to
look out the window to know that night had fallen, and Daniel was here.
QUESTION ONE: Where does Dev lift Zoey to make up for their height difference?
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EXCERPT TWO: Hitting on the Hooker by Mina Carter
“Sweet thing, you can put a spell on me any time you want.”
He moved closer, sliding his hand around
her waist until he could feel the heat of her body beating against his through
their clothes. She didn’t argue, just
watched him over the rim of her glass. Emboldened, he stroked his thumb against
the curve there, a soft caress but one that signaled his interest.
She made a show of looking around at the
rest of the bar. The fact that she had to rise on tip-toe to look over his
shoulder fed his male ego. Not as tall as the rest of the squad, his lack of
height didn’t bother him, but she was so tiny that he felt huge next to her.
He’d have to be careful not to hurt her.
And just like that his mind headed for
the gutter again, feeding him images of the two of them locked in passion, her
slender figure spread out naked beneath him, over him, in front of him…
“Oh no, I couldn’t possibly cast a spell
in here. Too many people.”
No fucking way. She did not just hand
him an opportunity like that. Startled, he looked at her. Her chin was tilted
up, set in a defiant line, and she watched him, an expectant look in her eyes.
Shit. She had. She knew exactly what
she’d just said.
“Well. We could go somewhere more…” he
lowered his voice and tugged on her waist until she was flush against him. Her
lips parted in surprise as their hips met, his cock hard in the prison of his
pants and more than ready for action. “Private. If you’d like.”
He waited, giving her the chance to back
out. To step away, smile and make her excuses. He was no oil painting, and he
knew it, but he had more than enough stamina to give her the best night of her
life. Hell, with how horny he felt right now, the best week of her life, if he
could persuade her to stay naked in his bed that long.
She swallowed, the confident mask
slipping and granting him a glimpse of the woman beneath. A small tremor rolled
through her body, and his heart softened. She was nervous. Why, looking the way
she did, he had no clue, but she was.
Slow so as not to scare her off, he
tucked a finger under her chin and lifted it. He bent his head, senses on alert
for the first sign of tension in her body, and brushed his lips over hers. They
were soft, sweet, and oh-so enticing.
Schooling the groan that wanted to break
loose from his throat, he kissed her again. One kiss, two. Slow. Innocent. He
kept things light, although all he wanted to do was crowd her back against the
bar and kiss her to within an inch of her life. Lifting his head before the
temptation grew too great, he looked down.
The dazed, sultry look on her face
nearly did him in then and there. His cock jerked savagely, a wave of
possessiveness washing over him so complete that he almost staggered under the
force of it. He leaned down to whisper into her ear. “Say something now, or I’m
going to take you home and screw you senseless.”
QUESTION TWO: What are his senses on
alert for?
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EXCERPT THREE: Diesel by Piper Malone
The dimly lit hallway is illuminated by
a single open door. From the hallway, I see her sitting on the bed, attempting
fasten the ankle strap to her high heel. Her hair falls down over her face as
she fumbles with the tiny buckle, fingers fighting with the thin piece of black
leather.
“Need help?”
A gasp escapes from her lips as she is
snapped from the focused work. I see the blush rush across her cheeks.
“I,” she tries to regain her composure
as quickly as she’s lost it. “I love these shoes but they are a bitch to get
on.”
“Here,” I walk into the room and kneel
at her feet. “Let me help you.”
“Elliot, that’s really not necessary. I
can get them.”
I ignore her. My hand on her body in any
way is better than standing in the doorway. I’ve always loved heels on a woman,
but these on Diesel are beyond anything I could have fantasized about. I pull
her leg to rest on the side of mine, holding her ankle with one hand while
fastening the leather strap with the other. I run my thumb over the delicate
bone of her ankle before releasing her. Her breath is audible and hitches when
I move to her other shoe. With both beautifully fastened, she stands and looks
nervously around the room.
“Thanks. The bathroom is through there,”
she waves absently toward an open door and she teeters on the heels ever so
slightly as she walks toward the door. “I’ll be downstairs.”
“Don’t go.”
She stops and looks over her shoulder at
me before turning to face me. Her obvious anxiety about this situation is at
war with the sexual tension clinging to the air. Her breath causes her chest to
heave as she bites her bottom lip and fumbles with her hair. The pink flush of
her cheeks calls to me. I can’t wait anymore. This has gone on for too long. I
take two strides toward her, leaving mere inches between us. She’s not retreated
or offered any type of resistance. I wrap my arm around her waist, closing the
gap between us and kiss her lightly, testing my theory. I pull back and she
exhales, her lips parting.
I need no other cue. I slant my mouth
over hers, pushing all the pent-up emotion from the past several weeks and the
stolen glances from today into her. She runs her hands up my arms before
snaking them around my neck. With our bodies melded together, I roll my hips
into her belly, pressing my desire upon her, and am rewarded with a low moan.
The moment is a mess of roaming hands, frenetic kisses, and ragged breaths. It
is blazingly clear that both of us are involved in this purging of restricted
emotions.
The call of our names from downstairs
breaks us from each other. Though our mouths are no longer touching, we still
cling to each other. Our foreheads are pressed together as we attempt to
collect our breath.
“We’ll be there in a minute,” Diesel
forces out. I can hear the strain in her voice.
We look to each other, not knowing what
to say. We release each other and move in opposite directions.
QUESTION THREE: What has Elliot always
loved on a woman?
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“I think I have the visual now. A midnight swim under the stars, a promise to show her the rest of your tattoo in the pool house…”
“Back that cart up. What kind of a wild child do you think I was? My parents would’ve killed me if I had my toe tattooed, let alone my leg.” He slapped his right thigh. “The ink didn’t come until a year and a half ago, after I nearly lost this thing to a ground rocket attack.”
She wound her fingers into his to silently thank him for the revelation about the tattoo. He’d never told her much about it beyond how the interlocking symbols were the Chinese word for gratitude. A bit more of him made sense to her now, making it somehow easier for her to conjure him as a gangly sixteen year-old, sweet-talking a girl beneath the summer stars.
But even though the image was endearing, it again underscored how different their backgrounds had been, especially after Mamá had died. Ava chuckled because of it. “Changing hut, huh? Where I come from, the ‘changing hut’ was the back of Andrea Smith’s mom’s van, where we took turns holding the towels up for each other and hoped the boys didn’t come back early from surfing.”
Ethan’s eyes lit up. “That sounds like a blast.”
“It was cold and frantic and meant half the beach came home in my panties.” She finished with a grin. “But yeah, it was a blast.” Her stomach did a teenage-style flip in response to how his eyes intensified when she mentioned underwear. “Guess I should be glad our paths didn’t cross,” she murmured. “For you, I might’ve dropped the towel.”
“And for you, I would’ve cut surfing short.” He tugged her chin up and concluded it with a kiss, which fast turned into a hot tangle of tongues. And then another. And another. Within minutes, he had her pinned to the wall as they necked like feverish kids who’d newly discovered the magic of French kissing.
The rain came down harder on the little cottage’s roof, adding to the illusion that they were all alone, locked in a secret haven with nothing but time and passion to burn. Ethan moaned into her mouth while tucking a hand beneath her skirt and palming her ass. Ava answered his quest with a high mewl and a desperate grind, needing more of the bulge that now throbbed against her naked pussy. “Oh, Ethan,” she rasped, lost to the magic of his strength and the desires from every touch. “Ethan…Ethan…”
“Yeah, baby.” His words were like steel shavings in her ear, demanding as the cock that pounded at the zipper fitted to her core. “I know. I know.”
QUESTION FOUR: What came home in Ava's panties after days at the beach?
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