“Well, don’t you think that he should have told you that he was married? Not only did he betray his wife, he betrayed you.”
I nodded as my eyes began to water.
“Come here…” Sean whispered. He stood up and moved his body in between my legs and placed his arms around my waist. “I never want to see you hurt again. I love you so much. You just don’t understand.”
When a tear escaped my eyes and landed on my cheek, he leaned down and kissed the drop away. “Sean, I love you, too. I’m just so scared. I’m so scared that I will get hurt again.”
“Look at me…” He cupped my cheeks gently in both hands, wiping my falling tears away with this thumbs. I looked up at him. “I will never hurt you. I promise. I will love you for the rest of my life if you allow me, if you let me in.”
“You promise?” I whispered, pouting my lips.
He kissed me on the lips. “I promise.”
“You cross your heart and give up your Twizzlers?”
“I cross my heart and give up my Twizzlers.” He laughed quietly and kissed me again. His lips felt so soft against mine.
We kissed each other intensely for the next couple of minutes like two hopefuls in love. Suddenly, he grabbed me by the waist and picked me up. I instantly wrapped my legs around his torso. He whisked me out of the kitchen and through the living room. He kissed and sucked my neck as he carried me up the stairs and into his master bedroom. There, he laid me on the soft silk sheets and began to remove my tank top. My nipples were already alert, and he leaned down to lick them. He pinched and sucked them so softly, causing them to harden even more until they looked like little cylinders.
“Oh, baby…” I moaned, arching my back, pressing my breasts into his mouth as he sucked.
“You like that?” he whispered.
“Yes.”
“This body was made for me, and I’m gonna make love to you,” he whispered, licking the area above my abs and then moving lower to my stomach and dipping his tongue in and out of my navel.
My body writhed under him with pleasure. He lifted up and pulled his shirt over his head. I wasted no time licking the nipples on his ripped chest and kissing his stomach. He moaned in response. He tasted and looked so good, I wanted to eat him up. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his slacks while still placing kisses all over his stomach. I could feel his abs clench as I reached in to grab his erection.
“I can’t wait for you to make love to me, Sean,” I mumbled, running my hands up and down his shaft in his boxers. I forgot how huge his dick was and anticipated feeling it inside me, pleasing me. I pushed his pants and boxers down his leg and watched as he kicked everything across the floor.
My eyes moved from the eight-pack abs to the fluffy, black curly hair that was covering his pelvis area and jutted down around his ten-inch erection. I grabbed his hips, just above the slits that defined his manly waist and licked the tip of his shaft. I looked up at him and watched as he let out a moan and closed his eyes. I took him in completely, teasing him.
He lifted me to my feet and kissed me, our tongues skillfully intertwining together. In seconds, he had my shorts off. He pushed me back on the bed again and positioned himself between my legs.
His fingers were stroking my nether lips when he whispered, “I remember how good you taste.”
He pushed a finger through my wetness. I gasped out loud.
“I’ve been dreaming of this tight pussy.”
He kissed the inside of my thighs, and then my nether lips, watching my hips gyrate under his playful tongue. He was skilled, and he pulled a nice long orgasm from my body. I pulled his head upwards and kissed him, tasting myself on his lips and tongue. He moved my knees up towards my chest and entered me, grinding deep. He fucked me so hard that I came all over again. Then, he hugged me close, kissed me, and made love to me.
“I love you, baby,” he whispered in my ear.
“I love you, Sean.”
He moved in and out of me with long, hard, slow strokes. The tension built until apparently he couldn’t hold it in any longer. When he reached his peak, the heat of the moment sent blinding pleasure through me.
We remained connected and in each other’s arms, breathing and panting loudly as we calmed down. We were both so speechless that we didn’t say anything for a very long time. He pulled my body close to him in a spoon position and buried his face in my neck.
I didn’t want to let Sean go. Ever.
EPILOGUE - TWO MONTHS LATER
“You’ve teased me enough already, woman,” Sean whispered against my throat as he backed me up into our hotel room. He pushed the door closed with his foot and wrapped both hands around my waist.
“I had no idea,” I teased. “I didn’t mean to be such a distraction.”
“Liar.” He kissed my lips. “Good thing we’re rooming in the same hotel as the event. I don’t know how much longer I could have waited.”
I giggled softly as I recalled the way I stroked him under the table at the charity dinner event. The lights were dimmed and no one had noticed. The snafu at the airport over a delayed flight had us trapped at one of the gates for longer than we had intended, waiting for a standby flight for two from Atlanta to Miami. Fortunately, we didn’t have to split up, but we made it to the hotel with only two hours to get ready for the event.
I pushed my finger through the knot of his tie and pulled him farther into the room. I loosened the tie, pulling it away from his collar and letting it fall to the floor.
“I thought you were tired,” he said, grinning.
“Not too tired for this,” I replied. My fingers caressed the nape of his neck, bringing him into another deep, roving kiss.
I helped him unbutton his shirt and pushed the garment down off his shoulders. He slid his hands under my evening dress and moved his fingers along the seam of my panties. My underwear was made of lace, so he had no problems stroking me through the flimsy fabric. I pushed my straps off my dress down my arms just as the back of my legs hit the lounge chair in the center of the room. A warm sensation fluttered down my spine as he grabbed hold of the zipper on the back of my dress and tugged it downward.
When my breasts were fully exposed to him, he leaned down, cupping them both in his palms and then taking a dark nipple between his lips.
Shudders of pleasure pulsed through me and I cradled his head to me as he paid intimate attention to my sensitive flesh. I whimpered and moaned as his sucks and nips became more demanding.
I undid his belt then his button and pants zipper, spreading the fly open and making room for my eager hands. It took me very little effort to find his rock hard shaft. He fit perfectly within my grip. Soft and warm, yet hard and ready. He held his head back and groaned as I stroked. Within seconds, I was down on my knees, pleasing him with my lips and tongue, tasting what raw anticipation felt like. Before long, his pants had slid down his legs and he stepped out of them.
Unable to stand the teases anymore, I turned and directed him to take a seat on the lounge chair. I removed the rest of my garments, giving him a nice show. He watched me with a desirous stare.
I straddled him, grinding my damp sex along the length of his shaft. We both moaned in unison as he lifted me briefly by the thighs and then placed the tip of himself against my opening. Strong fingers and a calloused hand slid up the small expanse of my waist and then paused briefly to caress my breasts and nipples. He didn’t stop there. He added his other hand and his palms continued to glide upward, along my throat and against my jaw until, finally, his fingers were tangled in my voluminous curls. When I looked into his eyes, I saw the man I loved. The man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
“Sean…” I moan when he shifted underneath me.
My mouth had gone dry and I licked my lips.
“Dammit, Karlina,” he rasped. “You’re beautiful as sin.”
“I need you now.”
“Take what you need.”
I lifted myself over his dick and took a
ll of him inside of my pussy until he was buried to the hilt. His hands were on my ass now, kneading and caressing. His lips suckled my nipples, hungrily. I moved up and down on his shaft as liquid warmth heated every inch of my body. We were seated at just the right position on the chair, and soon, he began to thrust his strong, trim hips upward, rocking himself against me. A climax took me into bliss and beyond, but the real fulfillment didn’t come until he joined me in completion.
As the remnants of our lovemaking faded away, we held onto each other, not even shifting our position. My head was against his chest, listening to his uneven heartbeats.
“I love you so much, Sean,” I said.
“It makes me so happy to hear you say that, Karlina. I love you with all my heart.”
Bonus Book: Driven by Desire ~ Marcus
Turn the page to read the BONUS BOOK, Driven by Desire, Marcus and Tanya’s story.
RUGGED SERIES BOOKS:
DRIVEN BY DESIRE
TAKEN BY TEMPTATION
SEDUCED BY SIN
Driven by Desire Story Summary
(Rugged Book One)
Tanya gets in way over her head when she decides that the cure to her lovesickness includes playing the field to her advantage. She vows to enjoy one reckless night with a man to help rid her mind of the ex who trashed her heart. There is one who fits the bill…
Marcus is the complete opposite of Tanya’s ex. As a member of Rugged Riders, a notorious biker club, he and his brothers are known for their street-savvy swagger and their wicked ways with women. When they first meet up, Tanya and Marcus attain a mutual understanding, and she knows just what to expect from him—a thrill ride when she needs it and nothing more. When Tanya finds out that Marcus has more in common with her ex than she thought, she sets up even more barriers to guard her heart.
Not only is Marcus a beast in bed and a thrill seeker behind his bike, he dominates in the boardroom as CEO of multi-million dollar company, Svelte Technologies. He’s no stranger when it comes to the game of pursuing what he wants. And Marcus wants Tanya for real and in his life exclusively. Tanya will need more than just a helmet when she’s driven by desire.
Chapter 1
“This is definitely the one.”
Tanya Carter ran her hands down the smooth fabric of the dress, turning from side to side as she viewed her silhouette in the three-paneled mirror. The light above the dressing room stall beamed down on her, making her feel like a star for the moment.
The blue and black strapless mini dress was most definitely eye-catching. The A-line style fit her flawlessly, the beaded belt cinched her waistline, and the flared bottom flattered her figure. The outfit was perfect for the occasion.
Vanessa, a friend from undergrad school, was getting married and despite Tanya’s boyfriend-less situation she didn’t want to renege on her promise to be there. Most of the guests would be accompanied by companions and significant others while she would be alone. Tanya had been jilted by her boyfriend—ex-boyfriend—who couldn’t make up his mind. But all that was behind her now.
At the very last minute, Tanya decided that she didn’t care what others thought of her flying out here all alone. Since her breakup with Justin was fresh, not many people knew they weren’t on speaking terms. He’d left her for bigger and better things and it was time she did the same. There would be no more slouching around endlessly trying to figure out what went wrong in their relationship. She had done enough of that.
Having made her decision, she peeled out of the cocktail dress and slipped it back on the hanger. She didn’t even give the other selections still hanging in the dressing room a backward glance as she made her way out and back into the main part of the small retail shop.
She checked her wristwatch, noted the time, and made a beeline for the cash register. She’d told the cab driver that she would only be in here for an hour. That meant she had less than fifteen minutes to check out and head out. Hailing down another cab on the sidewalk under the heat of the Jamaican sun wasn’t fun at all.
“Excuse me.” The deep male voice came from directly behind her and sent warm vibrations up her spine. The smooth timbre caressed her neck and fanned out along her shoulders.
The sound of it was just so mesmerizing that Tanya couldn’t help but to halt her hurried pursuit and turn around.
The first thing she saw was his eyes. Hazel and deep set. Mysterious and dark. His skin was a golden brown color, almost like a pecan, but flawless in tone. His lips were neither too big nor too small, and the corners were turned up in a slight grin. His jawline was defined and there was a hint of a six o' clock shadow along his face. Her eyes dropped lower, but they were so close together that all she viewed was a strong neck and a glimpse of collarbone and muscles galore.
“Hi.” The word rushed from her at the same time she released the breath she’d been holding to assess him.
“Hi.” His grin spread wider. “Would you mind helping me with something?”
This time his voice was low and tempting.
Yes, her mind screamed. “Uhmm…”
“I couldn’t decide which tie to get.” He held up three ties of various colors and patterns. “Can you offer some suggestion?”
Oh, now she got it. He had mistaken her for an employee. Based on his rather casual style of dress, it didn’t appear that he was a native here. He didn’t sport a Jamaican accent either. Although, she could’ve been wrong.
Tanya swallowed down the giddy feeling rising in her chest and allowed her hardened exterior to wash over her. “Does it look like I work here?”
His lips twitched with indifference. “No, it doesn’t.”
“Then I suggest you find someone who does.” She stepped back. “They can help you better than I can.”
Just before she turned around he caught her, wrapping gentle fingers around her forearm. The exhilarating smell of his cologne fanned under her nose again, reminding her of fresh ocean water and summer breeze.
“I don’t think so. I’d prefer if you helped.”
Tanya watched his lips as he spoke, forming the words carefully.
“I couldn’t decide which tie looked best,” he continued, and his gaze lingered on her mouth, swept from her face, down to her chest, and finally to the dress draped across her arm. “As I can see, you have fine taste and I thought you could lend your expertise in this.”
She bit into her bottom lip. More than enough of her wanted to help him. What was it about a drop-dead sexy man that had her swooning? One with a suave voice that could turn her into an instant panty-dropper. She’d come to learn that they were fine to look at. Good for one thing…maybe a couple, but too risky to date.
She glanced at the ties in his hand. Maybe if she just picked one, he’d leave her alone so that she could go about her business. Besides, she needed to get back to the hotel to tackle her unruly hair. The Jamaica humidity had messed up her style. What had once been straight and sleek hair was now becoming a fluff of curls. Although natural tresses were all the rage, it was not exactly the way she planned to sport it at the wedding.
“The red one,” she said, eyeing the solid colored tie.
“Why’d you pick that one?”
Was he serious? Damn. She thought only women worried about this type of stuff. “Red exudes strength and action. It’s energizing, as well,” she said, quickly.
He smiled and lifted a tie with a white and green checkered type pattern. “Why not this one?”
She frowned. “It’s too busy.”
“And this one?”
The last tie had diagonal stripes, alternating between black and silver. “It’s more conservative. Something you would want to wear to work or a job interview.”
“So, it’s a definite no to the checkered tie. Maybe for this black and silver. And a yes for the red one,” he said, illustrating with each tie.
They’d parted some and she was able to glimpse him completely now. He was most certainly striking in what he wore already. He needed
no tie to look good. In fact, he could have worn the tacky checkered one and still looked hot. Instead, he wore a simple polo shirt and a pair of jeans with significant authority. Everyday American attire, but what made the clothes were the man wearing them.
He was more than several heads taller than her. About six feet four, if her estimates were correct. Built, but not bulky with broad shoulders. His arms were taut, telling her that he spent considerable amounts of time in a gym or somewhere else working out.
Yet something told her that this man was the type who would charm her with good looks and a sexy voice and then decide halfway into the relationship that he wanted something new, fresh, and different. He was exactly what she needed to get away from and get away from real fast.
“I’m glad I could help,” she said. “Now if you don’t mind, I don’t want to miss my cab.”
“One more thing…” His eyes seemed to sparkle as he undressed her with his gaze once more from head to toe. “I’m visiting here. Would you mind directing me to a place where beautiful women such as yourself hang out in your free time?”
Tempting, but too risking.
His question should’ve told her that he was concerned with one thing and one thing only, and that was running through beautiful women. Literally.
“I’m not from here either,” Tanya said, wondering if she should be revealing something like that to a complete stranger. “That, I’m afraid, I won’t be able to help you with.”
His eyes fell yet again to the cocktail dress folded across her arm. “For what occasion would you be buying such a lovely dress?”
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