by Aubrey Rose
“You’re mine. Mine for always.”
“You know, it goes both ways, Julian,” she teased.
“Then I’m yours. Yours for always.”
“That’s better.”
***
In Rome he pressed her up against the columns of the Colosseum, nuzzling her neck. She arched her head back and let his lips travel the length of her collarbone, kissing her on the soft area just below her chin. His teeth grazed her ear and she inhaled sharply, thinking about how a Roman courtesan might have stood in the same spot once, caressing a famous gladiator about to be sent out into the arena to fight. Julian’s arms were tense, strong around her.
“The most beautiful woman in the world.” His hands felt her legs, stroking her until she burned with anticipation. It didn’t take long. Julian had a magic about him that sent her into spirals of desire whenever his fingers grazed her body.
“The most handsome man,” Shannon said. And he was. The shadows of the ancient marble columns hid them as they kissed.
***
On the sun-drenched beaches of Barcelona he picked her up and carried her kicking into the warm waves of the Mediterranean. She tightened her legs around his waist as they moved deeper into the ocean. Julian’s hair hung damply across his forehead, and as she tucked it back behind his ear he untied her bikini from behind. She yelped, looking around to make sure that nobody back on shore could see them. He squeezed her bare breast and she yelped again.
“Julian!”
“Just for a second. They don’t care about nudity here, anyway.” His hands were buoyant under her bosom, and despite herself she could feel her heart racing. God, he was so strong, his hands so possessive. Every touch of his screamed mine, mine, mine, and her body responded: yes, yours.
“Julian!”
“Also, your breasts are perfect.” He bent down and took one nipple in his mouth. Shannon gasped, the wave of sexual energy rippling through her body instantaneously. Her legs tightened around his waist, and she felt one hand move down to touch her between her thighs.
“Julian, not here!” She splashed water at him teasingly.
“Then where?”
***
Floating down the Danube river in Vienna at night, the ferry boat reflected the bright lights of the city. On the top of the boat, all alone, Julian and Shannon snuggled together under the stars in a makeshift bed.
“Thank you,” Shannon said. Underneath them an string quartet played a slow sonatina. “For all this.”
“Well, I wanted the rest of the band to play for us instead of these guys,” Julian said. “But I guess hard rock really isn’t that romantic.” He reached down to slide his fingers under Shannon’s dress as she laughed.
“Oh, Julian.” Her admonition turned into a moan as his hands moved over her thighs, touching her where she was already wet.
“No panties?” His eyes were wide in the dim streetlights.
“Didn’t think I’d need them tonight,” she said.
“Good girl,” Julian whispered in her ear. His fingers moved in her and she gasped as the pressure sent shudders of pleasure through her body. Then he was on top of her and she felt him hard between her thighs, his hand unzipping his jeans.
“Julian!” Shannon whispered furtively. “People could see!” The boat was open on top, although nestled down in their bed they couldn’t see either side of the riverbank.
“Only if we go under a bridge,” Julian said. He poked his head up over the railing of the boat and looked downstream. “And there isn’t another one for a while.”
“How long?”
Julian smirked.
“Long enough.”
“Such a romantic,” Shannon said, rolling her eyes.
“Making love at night on the Danube? You can’t get more romantic than that.”
Shannon was about to protest, but Julian moved into her, filling her completely. The effect was instantaneous. Her body melted into his, and she felt the ecstasy shiver her core immediately. Lord, his body felt perfect in hers. Every inch of his hardness stretched her out, and she could not help but rock into his embrace.
She stifled her moan on the pillow as her body shook against his. He pulled her tight against his chest and she bit down softly on his collarbone.
“That was fast,” he said. “Faster than me. But I think we still have another minute or so until the next bridge.” His eyes sparkled under the night stars.
“Oh, hush,” Shannon said. “You’re such a tease.” Her body relaxed around his as he began to push himself slowly in and out of her. Despite the fact that she had just exploded into orgasm, she felt herself respond to the new waves of pressure, and she could feel him growing harder and harder as he rocked into her over and over again. His breath grew shallow against her neck and the sweat on their bodies made their movements slick as they writhed.
His growing pleasure echoed in her body, and she felt the familiar twisting desire build into a hard ache. She loved it when he came. Sometimes he would come loudly, groaning as his fingers clutched white on her thighs. Sometimes he would pull out just before so that he could come on her skin, and she loved that too, loved the way he spurted hot onto her body like he was painting a canvas. She loved the taste of him when he exploded into her mouth, salty and good.
And sometimes he was silent when he came and she loved that maybe most of all, the sweet agony in his eyes resolving into bliss, his brows clenched together, lips parted.
Now she felt him rock into her, inch by inch pushing inward. Rocking back, she felt the intense burn rise inside until it was scorching. Too much, she thought, too much, and then she was there and so was he, and it was one of those silent times. Their lips pressed together and pulled apart as they both reached their climax at the same second, and she moved her hand to cup his cheek as the explosion hit. His eyes shone dark at her and she saw her ecstasy mirrored in his face as they shuddered together, bodies tightening, their moans inward and silent, lips now hovering an inch apart as though the air between them vibrated enough to form a kiss without needing to touch.
“Julian,” Shannon whispered, once her breath was back.
“My love.” Julian reached his arm over her and clasped his hands around her head as though she were a fragile jewel he did not want to risk shattering by holding too tightly.
They rested like that for minutes maybe, and Shannon forgot that they were supposed to be watching for bridges. When the first stone arch darkened the sky she was surprised, and Julian laughed as she wriggled under the sheet, pulling the cover over her.
“Where do you want to go next?” he asked. “After this…after you graduate…”
“Mmm,” Shannon murmured. She couldn’t imagine anything better than this tour had been. Every day had been perfect, absolutely perfect. “Wherever we go will be wonderful.”
“I’m thinking Hawaii,” Julian said. “White sand beaches. Cocktails by the pool…”
“I’m thinking you should kiss me,” Shannon said, reaching down to touch him in the place she knew would quiet him.
“I’m the luckiest man in the world,” Julian said.
“I’m the lucky one,” Shannon said. “Remember how we met? I won the luckiest ticket to your show.”
“I was lucky you won,” Julian said, tickling her gently on her hip with one hand. “Because I won you.”
“Sounds like we both won,” Shannon said, pulling Julian’s hand around her waist. “I can’t wait for the show tomorrow.”
“I can get you in backstage,” Julian teased. “Lucky you. Last tour show for Wilder Side. Last day in Europe.”
“Lucky us,” Shannon whispered.
It might be the last day they would spend here on tour, but in her heart she knew that this was just the beginning.
***
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Me, Cinderella?
One kind deed can change your life forever...
Brynn Tomlin could never afford to follow her heart
. But when she sees a stranger shivering in the snow outside of the college library, an inexplicable urge leads her to buy him a hot cup of coffee. It's just a small act of kindness, a few words of conversation. Brynn should be focusing on her finals, after all, not on the man who looked up at her gratefully with piercing blue eyes.
He could have been anyone - a janitor on break, a graduate student, a bum. But the man standing outside in the cold turns out to be Dr. Eliot Herceg, one of the most brilliant minds in mathematics and heir to a fortune. After years of reclusive isolation, he now finds his heart awakening to the kind girl whose name he does not know.
Brynn has spent her life trying to forget her desires, and Eliot's deep wounds have taken nearly a decade to heal. After so much hurt, will either of them be able to open their hearts again?
Excerpt:
He looked up at me, and I saw a deep longing in his eyes. Not knowing what I was doing, I reached out and touched his cheek on the side of his face that was scarred. My thumb rested on his cheekbone, and with my hand obscuring his face the scar was erased from view, peeking out only slightly from under my palm. I caressed the white seam. His dark hair fell over my fingers and his eyes flashed dangerously, as though he were not the prince after all, but the wolf.
His strong fingers closed over mine, stroking the back of my hand with his thumb. I instinctively leaned forward into his pressure but stopped as he opened his mouth to speak. He paused, seeming to change his mind about what he would say.
“You’re a lovely girl.” His voice was nearly a whisper, and I heard in it a note of sorrow so deep that it made me want to throw my arms around him. I could tell he was hurting, that he wanted me and the wanting hurt him somehow. I didn’t know how, I didn’t know why, but I recognized the pain in his gaze as easily as I recognized my own face in the mirror each morning.
A student walked around the corner of the library into view, and I instinctively sat back upright, realizing the insanity of the situation. This was a man I did not know at all, a stranger in the snow, and I was ready to fall into his arms as quickly and easily as if I had known him all my life. I stood up from the bench, scared by the intensity of my attraction to him, unlike anything I had felt before.
“I have to go,” I said. “My study group.”
“Yes, of course,” he said, still sitting. He did not seem anxious at all to see me go, but as I moved past him his hand shot out to stop me, catching me by the elbow.
“May I ask your name?” he said.
***
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Table of Contents
Copyright
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
Epilogue
