by Alisha Rai
He shut up and dealt another hand. This game went on for much longer, and while they played, Alex teased and bantered. By the time he won with a satisfied smirk, Genevieve was in a much better mood.
She tensed, though, certain he would continue the earlier line of questioning. Instead, he gave her a naughty grin. “So. Who’s your ideal man?”
She blushed and contemplated forfeiting. Not because she didn’t want to answer the question, but because the answer was self-evident, and she really wanted to kiss him.
“Let me help you.” He picked up her hand and played with her fingertips. Sensations tingled through them everywhere he touched. “We’ll skip past personality because it goes without saying that he’d be someone smart, strong and attentive to your every need.” He waggled his dark brows at her, and her lips quirked.
“Let’s move on to looks.” He brought her hand to his head, and she threaded her fingers through the coarse silk without any coaxing from him. “He’d be dark?”
Genevieve licked her lips. “I’ve always been partial to blonds.”
“Hmm. There’s hair dye.” Still holding on to her hand, he brought it down his neck until it lay over his hard pec. “You’d want a bit of chest hair on him, I’m guessing.”
God, he had the perfect amount of hair on his body, a smattering on his chest that arrowed down into his boxers. “I prefer men who wax.”
He shuddered. “If that’s what it takes.” He drew her hand down farther to his belly. His hard, rippled, six-pack belly.
You’ve touched him here before. Stay cool.
Alex smirked. “You’ll want someone strong?”
“Unnnh-huh.” She swallowed. “I mean, I really love potbellies. Paunches.”
“I’ll start eating as soon as someone starts feeding me.”
“I love your body,” she said in a rush, her honesty taking over.
His hand stilled over hers. He grinned, a full-fledged, ear-to-ear kind of thing. “I’m glad,” he said simply.
“Is it hypocritical that I don’t have a hard body, but I like that you do?”
His thumb rubbed the back of her hand. “I work out because I like to, and I need to stay fit for my job. I’m thrilled you like the results of that work, but like I told you, I love the way you look right now. So, no.”
That little stroking thumb was driving her crazy, to say nothing of the muscles moving beneath her palm. She could slide her hand right below the cover and the sheets, encircle his penis…
She glanced down, and her eyes widened at the tent in the blanket. He followed her gaze and grimaced. “I’m sorry.”
“I thought you couldn’t…”
“I can. I probably can’t do a lot with it right now, but I can at least…get it up.” His tone was wry.
Genevieve was suddenly short of breath. She’d never been quite so attracted to someone. Though she knew what she was doing wasn’t very smart, she looked up and met his gaze. “I think I should have to pay a forfeit.”
His eyes flared. “Yeah?”
“Well I didn’t exactly answer your question, you kind of guided me.”
He leaned a bit closer, and she realized she’d swayed closer as well. “I’d say you’re right…”
His hand slipped behind the nape of her neck and drew her down.
Man, the guy could kiss. He made no allowances for his invalid status, he just angled her head and dived right in. It didn’t take her long to respond to his enthusiasm. She was the first one to flick her tongue out against his lips. He grunted and tangled his against hers, then flicked it into her mouth, over and over. When she became more aggressive, nipping at his lower lip and drawing it into her mouth to suckle it, he groaned and sank his other hand into her hair.
Passion overtook her brain. She no longer cared about who he was or where he was from. All that mattered was that he was a man, she was a woman, and they wanted each other very badly. Everything else could work itself out later.
His palm slid down her throat, continuing until he completely covered her breast. He didn’t even have to do anything else; the mere touch of his hand caused her nipple to harden. Her fingers clenched on his belly, kneading the hard flesh. He squeezed her breast in reaction.
His next sound was more shocked as her hand slid lower, taking the covers with it, until her palm rested over his groin. His cock was so hard, the fat tip had punched out past the elastic waistband of the boxers.
He tore his mouth away from hers. Both of them were breathing heavy. They stared at each other for a moment, connected physically through the intimate touch on her breast and his cock. The cotton separating their flesh could just as well been nonexistent.
God it felt so good, the passion and excitement rolling inside of her. No guilt or worries, though they would probably come later.
He raised his other hand to her, but she caught the flinch as his injury pulled. Genevieve linked her fingers through his and brought it down to his side. “Stop moving.”
His smile was a baring of teeth. “I told you I don’t take orders in bed well.”
The spurt of power surprised her. “You don’t have any choice right now, though, do you? Stay still.”
When he froze, she questioned her method. What exactly did she hope to accomplish here?
“Kiss me again,” he murmured.
Well, that she could do. She leaned in, savoring every second of the moment.
This kiss was slower, a natural progression of rising lust. It seemed right to keep her hand over his cock, to try to get rid of the barrier. He raised his hips slightly when she slid his boxers out of the way and caught the heavy weight of his erection in her hand. He gasped as if she’d goosed him with an electrical current.
She drew away and looked down. The tip of his penis was already wet, the dark skin stretched and tight. A stab of uncertainty hit her. “Tell me if I do something wrong. I haven’t done this in a while.”
“Are you kidding me? You touching me…it’s like a dream. Besides, it’s been a long time for me too,” he admitted.
“I wouldn’t think you’d have a problem finding a lover.”
“I’ve been busy. I’m particular.” His eyes literally rolled back when she grasped his cock. “God, that feels good.”
“You’re not busy now.”
One fateful detour. A raging storm. She didn’t see this love coming…
Merry Christmas, Paige
© 2009 Mackenzie McKade
Holding a knife against a child’s throat isn’t exactly how Dr. Paige Weston had planned to spend her Christmas holiday. But a jolt from an air pocket and here she is, performing an emergency tracheotomy as her flight to Fiji diverts to Kauai. The one place she swore never to return.
Beside the fact her patient comes first, what’s the chance she’ll run into her ex-fiancé—the man who jilted her when another woman turned up pregnant? Then she realizes the island hospital is woefully understaffed, forcing her to lend a hand. And upping the odds that her heart will hit more turbulence before she makes her escape.
Nathan Cross can’t believe his eyes. The emergency room doctor tending to his daughter’s cut foot is the woman he’s dreamed about every night since he was forced to walk out of her life. He should have been prepared for her indifference, but he’s blindsided by the need to hold her in his arms. Just one more time.
Yet Fate is a trickster, leaving him wondering if he should grasp for a second chance…or take his punishment for one, long-ago choice.
Warning: This book contains two lovers destined to make up for lost time, which means moments of deep emotional and hot lusty sex, including in such places as against the wall, up against a railing (my personal favorite), on the hood of a truck, in the rain, and every other imaginable place.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Merry Christmas, Paige:
“I need you naked.” Nathan’s words rang in Paige’s head. Strong hands buried beneath her shirt. Fingertips skimmed lightly across her abdomen, making her he
art beat faster. “Please, baby.”
How could she deny the longing in his voice or her own need that built with alarming speed?
They stood dripping wet just inside the door of the cottage. Scattered packages lay at their feet. Rain pelted the roof and windows. A flash of lightning illuminated the dim room followed by a loud clap of thunder that rattled the glass. While the weather kicked up its heels and raged, the world inside this small bungalow stood still.
Achingly slow, he pushed her T-shirt up to send goose bumps across her arms. It didn’t help that the air currents from the overhead fan caressed her damp flesh.
She raised her arms and he slid the shirt over her head, stealing her sight. When she could see again she peered into eyes so dark with desire her heart skipped a beat.
There had always been an electrifying chemistry between them, a mutual sexual attraction that turned explosive each time they touched, but was it enough? Could they overcome the past and the present to carve out a future?
The catch of her bra popped free. Sensitive nipples drew taut. She closed her eyes and savored the rays of sensation that played havoc with her peaks and quaked through her breasts. His fingertips smoothed ever-so-lightly across the very tips, and she wondered if the caresses might be her imagination. Her eyes remained closed, heightening the feel of his hands moving across her flesh like a feather to tease and tantalize.
“I love you so much.” His deep, sensual voice slid over her skin to push her desire higher and higher. A flood of moisture released between her thighs. The spasm that came next felt sinfully delicious. “Soft.” He made little circles around her nipples, igniting sparks of electricity that made her shiver with excitement.
When he wrapped his warm, wet tongue around the engorged bud, she sucked in a ragged breath. Fiery need shot south. Her pussy clenched and a moan pushed between her lips. She speared her fingers through his damp hair and held him to her breast, before she opened her eyes and glanced down. Her heartbeat went wild. She’d never seen anything as sensual as his heated expression as he suckled.
Taking the other nipple between his fingers, he pinched. Sweet, sweet pain exploded. “Nathan.”
With mesmerizing blue eyes he looked up at her, and she melted inside. He released the hold on her breast. “What, baby?”
“Please.” His touch had reduced her to begging, but she couldn’t help it. Need clawed at her unmercifully. She had no willpower when it came to him.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” His naughty words matched his sexy grin.
The image of him buried deep inside her, thrusting in and out, their bodies locked together, made her groan. “Yes. I need you inside me.” Another wave of moisture released between her thighs. She pulled at his T-shirt. “Off. Now.”
But instead of pushing forward, he took a step backward and slipped his shirt off. “Are you hot for me?” Burying his fingertips into the waistband of her jeans, he tugged, dragging her so close his warm breath caressed her face when he spoke again. “How wet are you?” He didn’t wait for her to answer. Instead he shoved his hand deeper and discovered for himself.
When his fingers caressed her slit, a shiver raced through her. Her legs parted on their own with a need for him to continue the glide of his hand across her slick folds.
“My God, baby. You do want me.”
As he circled her clit she grabbed his biceps and held on. “Please, Nathan. I need you now.”
Rain continued to ping off the roof. Another flash of lightning and burst of thunder followed on its heels. The overhead lighting in the kitchen flickered once, twice, before casting them in a veil of darkness, but that didn’t deter them. If anything, the lack of sight heightened the moment with the mysterious lure it induced.
Paige’s pulse stuttered and then sped when Nathan exerted pressure against her clit. Her inner muscles pulled tight. She shuddered. The delicious sensation lingered before dying slowly when he moved away. She inhaled and relaxed, waiting for his return. When he touched the bundle of nerves again, she rocked her hips back and forth, riding his hand. Seductive fingers worked her into a sexual frenzy.
She was ready, so ready. Her hand fell to the button of her jeans and she unfastened them. The zipper went next, falling with a whisper. She was about to push down her pants when he started to scoot his feet. They took little steps in the dark until the couch pressed against her knees. She sat, while Nathan moved the coffee table out of the way. Then he knelt before her. Hands on her hips, he eased her jeans down. When she was naked, he tugged her legs to guide her hips off the couch. He supported her legs by draping them over his shoulders.
His soft growl sent chills up her spine.
Oh God. Yes.
Paige loved his cock deep inside her, but nothing compared to the raw intimacy of him going down on her. She craved the feeling of his mouth on her clit, licking and sucking, like he had done so many years ago. Just the thought of his tongue and lips teasing her pussy sent liquid heat surging through her veins.
The stream of warm air against her wet folds made her skin prickle. But he didn’t touch her, almost as if he wanted to prolong her anticipation, and it was working. Add the ache low in her belly which was increasing with every second, and the thought of his touch was like a drug.
He sighed, the gentle timbre one of longing. “Damn, baby, I’ve missed you. I can’t wait to wrap my tongue around those beautiful lips of yours.” His tongue slid across her clit and she flinched, hips coming off the couch. “Sensitive?” He chuckled.
“Don’t tease me, Nathan.” She shuddered with the sensual pleasure streaking through her body. “Do me now.”
That sexy rumble in his throat sent her senses reeling. Her fingers curled into the sofa. She couldn’t wait much longer. The moment he flattened his tongue and smoothed it over the length of her slit, her mouth parted on a soft cry. A burst of tingles erupted in her core, shooting in all directions.
“Sweet,” he hummed against her flesh. “Tastes so good.”
With his wicked tongue he licked slowly around the engorged organ and fluttered over it once again. Every nerve ending jumped, raw and sensitive. Her heartbeat increased, her breaths short and quick pants. He parted her folds and a throaty groan pushed from her lips.
As he fucked her with his mouth, she squirmed, loving the feel of his face buried against her core. He paused briefly to inhale her scent. “Mmm.”
She trembled. “Nathan, please.”
He lowered his head and once again began to ravish her. The sensual sounds he made lapping at her flesh drove her desire higher. Low and husky, his moans made her body vibrate with excitement. In and out he thrust, sipping at her juices. When he captured her nub in his mouth and sucked, her head fell back on a cry.
Blood rushed her tender folds, setting them to burn hotter. “Yes.” Every caress was heightened. Even the whisper of his breath on her wet skin stoked the flame. Her breasts were full and swollen, her clit throbbed.
Nathan’s loving was even better than Paige remembered.
Pushing the sensual limits can set off all kinds of alarms…
Turn It On
© 2010 Vivian Arend
Inheriting her grandmother’s home is a dream come true for web designer Maxine Turner. She’s looking forward to a little freedom from the constant demands of her beloved, crazy mob of a family. When vandals expose just how vulnerable she is living alone, she seeks help.
Ryan Claymore’s well-thought-out life was wrenched out from under him when responsibility for his special-needs stepbrother landed on his shoulders. Going from military man to business man hasn’t been easy. He counts himself lucky he’s found Maxine to trade his security-system knowledge for her website expertise.
The red-hot chemistry that sizzles between them comes from out of the blue, and they both fight a losing battle to resist. Even the secret Ryan hides isn’t enough to keep Maxine from working her way into his heart—and his bed.
But something else might tear them
apart. Whoever seems determined to destroy her home, and her sanity along with it.
Warning: Realistic multiple orgasm sex scenes, men getting in touch with their emotions, brothers being—well—brothers, and a very tempting back-porch swing…you have been warned.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Legacy:
He slowly removed the cork from the wine, using the time to breathe deeply and calm his overactive body and mind. Spending the whole evening in Maxine’s presence triggered the desire to do much more than simply sit on the giant porch swing and share a glass of wine as they admired the view of the lake. Ryan was pretty sure the wine would taste far better if he got to lap it off her skin, especially the warm scoop of her belly. And lower.
The dinner invitation had been an impulse. He’d puzzled over it as he walked away from her earlier. Yeah, she was hot enough to ignite a missile, but the timing sucked. Maybe after they’d finished working for each other, maybe after shit settled with his brother, he’d arrange to meet on a nonprofessional basis. But with her taste still in his mouth, the look in her big eyes egging him on, he’d spoken without thinking.
He’d considered the situation the whole drive to the nursing home before coming to a decision. Fine. They’d go out, have a simple meal together. He’d drop her off at the end of the evening and that would be all—at least for now.
Sometime during the visit with his brother, he’d changed his mind. There in the small room, with a relative he barely knew, the message of the past months smashed into him with the weight of an anvil. Life was short. There was no reason for him not to reach out and clasp hold of something special.
Maxine Turner was something very special.
She sat curled up in the corner of the swing leaning on a pillow. She had her long legs tucked under her while she focused on the lake. Her rich auburn hair draped over her shoulders and her eyes sparkled. His body tightened and he longed to stroke her skin to see if it was as soft as it looked. After handing her a glass of wine, he settled in the opposite corner to admire her better.
