Dangerous Attraction Romantic Suspense Boxed Set (9 Novels from Bestselling Authors, plus Bonus Christmas Novella from NY Times Bestselling Author Rebecca York)
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“Oh, God, I’ve never…”
She felt him smile. “I like being the first to give you that pleasure.”
Gently but insistently, he ran his hands up her inner thighs and into her intimate folds, opening her. Totally vulnerable to him, she squeezed her eyes closed and braced her arms against the top of the chest
“Lord, you are so pretty—all rosy and wet and swollen for me.”
She gasped at his intimate kiss, her whole being focused on the delicate, knowing strokes of his tongue, as it glided from her vagina to her clit, then returning to dip inside her.
“Jordan, don’t make me come like this,” she gasped. “I want you inside me.”
“Lord, yes.”
He picked her up and carried her to the couch where he laid her down, then tore off his own clothing in record time. Seconds later, he was horizontal with her, gathering her close, his hips rocking against her as his cock slid against her slippery folds.
“Jordan… Please, now.”
“Like this?” He changed the angle of his hips, plunging into her before going still above her.
“Look at me.”
Her gaze locked with his as she absorbed the joy of their joining.
“This is real. And forever,” he said.
When he began to move, she was consumed by pleasure and staggered by the heat and power of this man who had claimed her for his own. And she knew this was no dream. This was the beginning of her new life.
His eyes were a glittering, brilliant obsidian, and they seared into her as he planted words in her mind. “Finally, my love.” His silent speech stunned her.
“I thought we’d lost that.”
“I hoped we hadn’t.”
She held his gaze as she watched pleasure transform his features before lowering his head to cover her mouth with his in a kiss that completed their joining.
He found a driving rhythm that she matched as she grasped his shoulders. When his hands clasped her bottom, to hold her tight against him, the tension inside her rose almost beyond bearing.
She was carried up and up to a high plane where the air was almost too thin to breathe, and pleasure washed through her in a surging tide of sensations. She knew he was with her all the way as orgasm grabbed her, drenching her body and her soul with ecstasy that seemed to go on and on.
As aftershocks rippled through her, he rolled to his side, taking her with him.
Long minutes passed as his fingers stroked lightly over the sweat-slick skin of her back, and his lips nibbled the side of her cheek. She clung to him, fulfilled in a way that was completely new to her.
“Was that worth a month’s wait?” he finally murmured.
“You know it was.” Then she added quickly, wanting him to understand, “But don’t ever do that to me again. I was in agony, not knowing if you felt the same way about me that I felt about you.”
“I’m sorry,” he answered, then added in a contrite tone, “I won’t do anything like that again.”
“Thank you.”
He sat up and reached toward the bottom of the Christmas tree, picking up a small box that he’d set at the edge of the presents.
She saw his serious expression as he handed it to her.
“Open it.”
When she did, she found a stunning emerald-cut diamond ring inside and drew in a quick breath.
His voice turned anxious. “Hannah, will you marry me?”
The proposal sent a shiver through her—a mix of excitement and pleasure and nerves. But she was bold enough to say.
“Yes. If I can be your true partner.”
She heard him swallow hard. “I’m not used to… consulting anyone, but I’ll try to learn.”
It was what she had hoped and more than she expected.
“Thank you,” she breathed, knowing he had given her a gift more precious than any diamond ring.
His smile was tender as he slipped the ring on her finger. “I’m getting the best of the bargain. You’re one of the strongest, bravest women I’ve ever met, the most tender and the sexiest. And beautiful, too. The woman I waited all my life to meet.”
She flushed. “I don’t see myself that way.”
“Because you’re also modest. But never sell yourself short. You are the only person who could have saved my life, and I thank God every day that Frank Decorah sent you to me.”
“You sound like you’ve met him.”
“I talked to him on the phone. He’s quite a guy. And very mysterious. I don’t think we’ll ever know the whole truth about him.” He laughed. “But right now, I don’t want him in bed with us.” He gathered her to him for a long, passionate kiss that had arousal stirring deep within her again.
He nibbled at her ear as he whispered, “I think we should celebrate our engagement. Don’t you?”
She marveled at the new freedom in him—and in herself.
She grinned and slid her leg over his hip, bringing his erection into instant contact with her…
“Your pussy?”
Her eyes widened. “You read my mind?”
“Uh huh. It seems to happen when we’re … close.”
He nibbled his way down her neck to her breast. “Probably you’re reading my mind now.”
She laughed. “It would be hard not to, under the circumstances.”
“Let me be clearer.”
Pictures came to her. Very graphic pictures, and she knew he was going to take her on another wild ride. The ride of her life.
He gathered her to him and whispered in her mind. This is just the beginning for us, sweetheart. Just the beginning.
About the Author:
New York Times and USA Today best-selling novelist, Rebecca York (aka Ruth Glick) is the author of more than 100 romance and romantic suspense novels, many with paranormal elements.
Her Killing Moon was a launch book for Berkley’s Sensation imprint in 2003. For many years, she has also written for Harlequin Intrigue and has expanded to her own indie-published titles including her Decorah Security series and her Off World series.
Her many awards include two RITA finalist books, two Lifetime Achievement Awards from Romantic Times, five NJRW Golden Leaf Awards and a Prism Award. You can find Rebecca and her books at http://rebeccayork.com/.
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