Burning Rubber: Extreme Racing, Book 2

by Pamela Britton

  Behind closed doors, lust explodes between the sheets. But is a pair of vibrating panties a temporary pleasure, or the start of something that doesn’t require batteries?

  Warning: Please check with your hotel concierge to ask if the handsome naked man playing air guitar comes with the room. There may be an extra surcharge not covered under federal business reimbursement regulations. Be sure to tip the bellboy.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Suite 69:

  The elevator ride was a brief, nightmarish interruption in Oliver’s plans. He found himself clenching his teeth in an effort to keep his hands off Riley while the car rose to their floor. The presence of five other people made it an utter necessity, but it was the hardest thing he’d ever done. His mind was overflowing with images of what he wanted to do when he had her alone and the knowledge of what she’d slipped into his pocket.

  She was holding the key card as soon as the doors slid apart, and the two of them hurried down the passageway, only to curse as her fingers fumbled when she tried to unlock their room.

  Finally they were inside, reaching for each other even before the thud of the door locking them away had faded.

  Riley grabbed Oliver, dragging his head to hers, kissing him frantically, hungrily, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and moaning as he pressed against her face in his turn. They stumbled, moved and ended up with his back to the wall, her body a fierce lick of heat against his chest.

  “God, now.” She tugged at his clothing, managing to pull his jacket off and his shirt free of his pants.

  He helped, pulling his shirt off, then slipping the tiny straps of her dress down over her arms.

  She hissed in frustration as her arms caught, panting until she managed to push the silk down and bare her breasts. She leaned against him, the hard buds of her nipples searing his skin. “Oh, better.” She kissed him again.

  “Yeah.” His hands stroked her spine and moved downward, inside the rumpled fabric, to find her buttocks. He forced her body against his erection, moving slightly, loving the deep groan she made and the way her thighs parted for him.

  She bit his lower lip and sucked it as he pushed the rest of her dress to the floor, baring her to his gaze. Not that he could see much, since his brain was rapidly fogging up with a single focus—to get all that heat around his cock.

  He turned them, putting her back to the wall, intending to unfasten his pants. But she was way ahead of him, her hands already loosening the button at the waistband and delving inside to cup him.

  It was his turn to groan as she found him, held him—and squeezed.

  “Jesus.” He tore at his fly and kicked at his clothing as it dropped to his feet. Her tongue left his mouth and traced a path down his neck to his shoulders and his chest as he toed off his shoes. She licked his nipple, then nipped it gently, sighing with delight as she discovered his naked body. His shorts were gone, he wore nothing but his socks, and damned if he had the time or the inclination to deal with those.

  Her thong vanished with a snap as he grabbed it and pulled it away from her. He heard her gasp as his arousal slipped between her thighs and rubbed against the bare skin of her pussy. “Oliver, please…do it now. I’m gonna explode here any second…”

  “Wait, we need…”

  “In your jacket pocket.” She dug her fingers into his ass and rubbed herself over his cock, hot moisture slicking him with her juices.

  “I know. Wait…”

  Managing to retain two or three functioning brain cells, he grabbed for his jacket, dropped it twice, cursed and then discovered the foil packet. All while being wonderfully assaulted by a desperately horny naked woman wearing red high-heeled shoes. He’d seen a porno movie like this once, but never imagined he’d be in the starring role one day.

  “Hurry.” She urged him on with a teasing brush to his balls with her fingertips and a quick bite to his earlobe. Damn, this woman could multitask with a helluva lot more skill than he could. He wanted to suck those hard nipples, explore her pussy with whatever body part was available and fuck her blind.

  He was barely managing to open the condom and find his own cock, let alone sheath it. Everything else would have to wait. Except the fucking her blind bit. That was top priority.

  Ready at last, he pressed his palms against her shoulders and held her steady against the wall. She widened her stance, her breath coming quickly in little puffs against his cheek as he positioned himself. “Lift your leg just a little to the left …”

  He bent his knees slightly as she obeyed and slipped one creamy thigh up against his hip. Letting go of her shoulder, he reached down between them and put the head of his cock where it wanted to be…against the wet lips of her pussy.

  And thrust upward.

  He’s going to show this wedding crasher just how dirty the outdoors can be.

  Seducing Allie

  © 2011 Shelli Stevens

  Seattle Steam, Book 3

  Allison Siegel is out to stop a wedding. With one of her best childhood friends about to marry a gold-digger, who wouldn’t at least try to stage an intervention? Apparently, her other childhood bestie, Clint.

  The minute Allie grew out of her sneakers and into her curves, Clint’s hormones went ballistic. But she had eyes only for Ken, so Clint made himself scarce, even after the relationship fizzled. Now she’s back, looking better than ever—and hell-bent on sabotaging Ken’s wedding. So Clint knows he needs to do whatever it takes to head her off at the pass.

  Kidnapped! Allison can't believe it. Now she’s stuck in the Montana backwoods fending off nature’s friends, and fighting a losing battle to resist Clint—the sexiest forest ranger on the planet.

  Clint has big plans for Allie. Not only will he convince a city girl that she needs to embrace her inner nature freak, but he's going to prove there's sparks flying in more places than just the campfire.

  Warning: This book contains a city girl out of her element, a forest ranger determined to keep her there, and a campfire seduction hot enough to melt more than just marshmallows.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Seducing Allie:

  “You liked it when I kissed you this morning.”

  “Not even a bit.” Her pulse went into double time.

  “And last night at the bachelor party? You were practically melting in my arms.”

  “Talking to girls like this doesn’t actually get you laid, does it?”

  “In fact,” he went on like she hadn’t even spoken, “I think you’d like it if I did a whole lot more than kiss you tonight.”

  The scent of him filled her senses, sending her mind spinning and making her knees tremble. His hard torso pressed firmly against her breasts and her nipples tightened into hard points against the lace of her bra. She swallowed hard and tugged at her wrist.

  “Tell me, Allie. I’ve always wondered how you like it. Are you all about the romance?” His voice lowered to a soft caress. “Do you enjoy it when a man gently sucks on your nipples and brings you to orgasm while playing your clit like an instrument?”

  His words sent a rush of hot moisture between her legs and she bit back a groan.

  “Stop this,” she begged hoarsely. “Please, Clint.”

  “Or do you like it hard?” he went on, ignoring her plea. “Do you want a guy to bite and suck on your nipples until they’re red and marked?” He lowered his head, his breath hot against her cheek. “Do you like to hold a man’s head between your legs—let him eat you as if you’re the fucking blue ribbon pie at the fair?”

  Shock ripped through her, from the top of her head to her toes which were curling. Shock and absolute lust. No man had ever spoken to her in such a crude, sexual way before. And more so, no man had ever fucked her hard like that. The idea of Clint being the one to do it and the imagery his words created…

  This time a groan did escape and she could feel the dampness of her panties between her legs.

  “Or maybe both.” His eyes darkened and he used his free hand to pull her t
ighter against him. Through the abrasive fabric of his jeans she felt him growing harder against her belly.

  “One thing is certain—I’m going to enjoy finding out.” He slid his hand down her spine to her bottom, bunching the fabric of her dress.

  Cool air tickled her buttocks, and her pulse quickened as he pulled the dress over her hips. His fingers plucked at the strip of thong between the cheeks of her ass.

  “I was wondering about this.” His mouth hovered just above hers. “Whether you wear thongs or just no panties at all.”

  “Both,” her voice trembled, and she couldn’t believe she was admitting it. “Sometimes a thong, sometimes nothing.”

  Why wasn’t she pushing him away? She should be fighting this—fighting him. But at this moment nothing else mattered except being locked in this sensual power struggle with Clint.

  She drew in a ragged breath and before she could reconsider, pressed her body firmly against his.

  He gave a murmur of approval. “I’ve been wondering about another thing.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  His lips brushed across hers, ever so lightly and a tremble racked her body.

  “What’s that?” She brushed her lips over his this time.

  He followed the strip of her thong down with his fingers, low between her cheeks. With a slight tug, she felt him slip his finger beneath the fabric, before his fingers grazed over the swollen lips of her sex.

  Fire raced through her veins and her knees weakened.

  “This,” his voice grew hoarser now. “I wanted to know how wet I made you.”

  He pushed a finger between the folds and inside her.

  “Hell.” His mouth grazed the side of her neck as he pushed the finger deep and began to slowly penetrate her with it. “You’re soaked for me.”

  She bit her lip, not so far gone that she would admit the words aloud.

  “Allie. My Allie-cat. My seductive little kitten.” He curled his finger, moving it along the wall of her channel. He hit an ultra sensitive spot and she gasped. “Admit you want me.”

  “The hell I do.” She moved against his hand.

  “Really?” He pulled his finger from her and she cried out at the loss of sensation. “Well, we’ll just have to see about that.”

  He cupped her ass and lifted her, carrying her over to the bed before he dropped her down. She bounced once and scrambled to sit up.

  Going to his knees in front of her, he grabbed her legs and pulled her to the edge.

  “You don’t want me?”

  “No,” she lied. The breath locked in her throat as he trailed his fingers up her calves.

  “Not even a little bit?” He pushed her dress up around her waist again and bracketed her hips with his hands.

  “Not even—” she gasped when he dropped a kiss on the silky fabric still covering her mound, “—a little bit.”

  “Hmm.” His tongue traced her slit through her thong. Up and down. The pressure and wetness of his mouth alone almost made her come.

  Tension coiled hot in her belly and the walls of her sex clenched in anticipation.

  “I’m not sure I believe you, kitten.” He hooked his fingers into the sides of her thong and tugged it off her hips. The tiny scrap of material slid down her body and off.

  Oh God, it was insane how bad she wanted his mouth on her. She clenched her fists and stared down at Clint kneeling between her thighs.

  He gave the slightest smile as he studied her swollen sex. Almost like he was forming a plan of attack.

  His breathing grew heavier as he gripped her calves and lifted her legs over his shoulders. He kissed the inside of her thigh, then caught the sensitive skin between his teeth lightly.

  Allison leaned back onto her elbows, pushing herself closer to his mouth. She wouldn’t be the one to lose control.

  He raised his gaze to hers.

  Without looking away, he pushed his tongue inside her and despite her vow, she was lost.