He forced two fingers inside me before I could finish what I was saying. I moaned loudly at the surprise sensation, arching my hips up to greet his fingers.
“You’re feisty when you’re desperate.” He laughed as he worked his fingers in and out of me, hitting the perfect spot over and over.
I ignored him and grabbed the bedrail behind me, arching my body up to him as I needed and wanted to feel him inside me.
“How badly do you need it, baby?” Drake whispered with a hint of humor in his voice.
“You know how badly,” I snapped, unable to open my eyes. Still, I could hear the amusement in his tone. He enjoyed torturing me and secretly loved it.
“Say it,” he demanded, pressing harder into me, twisting his wrist, and practically taking all the air out of my lungs. “Say what you need, baby.”
“I need you! I need you inside, right now. God, I swear, I’ll do anything,” I pleaded, willing to do just about anything to get what I wanted from him.
“Anything for my sweet girl,” he hummed, lowering his lips to where his fingers were. He sucked hard, leaving no time for me to retaliate. My back arched, enjoying the sensations that released inside of me. My body shivered with pleasure, unable to control my own breathing as I moaned out.
He lifted his head and covered my body with his. I watched as he licked his fingers, moaning out pleasurable sounds.
“Keep your hands up,” he ordered. I continued hanging onto the bedrail, tightening my grip as he finally pushed himself into me. The feeling was overwhelming as I took him all in, finally feeling full and satisfied.
He leaned down and kissed me gently as he rocked his hips into me. His breathing quickened as the air blew over my lips. His mouth wandered to my ear, blowing and licking over my lobe, making it harder to leave my hands up. I wanted to dig my nails into him and drive him insane as much as he was doing to me. He lowered his hand and cupped my breast, squeezing gently. I screamed out his name, pushing my breast into his hand urgently, desperately needing the release.
He lowered his face and took it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around my peaked nipple. He grabbed one leg and placed it on top of his shoulder, allowing him to get deeper inside me. That was enough to set me off. I screamed out, not holding back as I greeted his hips with mine, soaking up every pleasurable second.
It wasn’t long before Drake did the same, milking his own release as he grinded into me. He lay on top of me as we both tried to get ahold of our breathing, panting into each other.
“Well, if this wasn’t the best morning I’ve ever had—breakfast in bed and sex all before my shower.” I grinned. My legs felt like jelly as all my muscles were stretched and aching.
“Glad to be of service.” His voice was filled with amusement. I’ve been like this for the past few months—needing sex on demand. I felt bad, as if I were using him, but I figured it wasn’t much different from before I got pregnant.
“Must be horrible for you, always needing to fulfill my needs, and all.” I stroked his back with my fingertips as he continued lying on top of me.
“It’s not always easy being the boss. Sometimes I have to do the dirty work.” I could feel his smile against my chest as we bantered.
“Oh, you poor thing. I almost feel sorry for you.” I rolled my eyes.
He kissed me lightly on the lips before rolling off the bed. I just watched as he walked to the bathroom. I listened as the shower started and steam began filling the room.
“Come on, let’s shower together.” He smiled, holding his hand out for me.
“Definitely the best morning ever.” I grinned, taking his hand in mind as I followed him in.
And it was the best shower ever.
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Synopsis and extract from Songbird, by Lisa Edwards
Every relationship changes you, some for the better, others can shatter your confidence and almost destroy you.
For the musically talented, twenty-four year old Tara O’Connell, her relationship with Stephen almost broke her, until Tara found the strength to leave.
Now she is on the road to discovering that it is never too late to pursue your dreams and follow your heart.
As Tara’s self-belief grows, she meets two men she is instantly drawn to who will change her life forever.
Corporal Riley Hammond is a soldier in the Australian Military Special Forces. With his smiling sapphire blue eyes, Tara falls for him instantly. He is thoughtful and caring, and gives her the support and love she needs.
While Cole Michaels is the overconfident singer in a popular local band. His charisma, emerald green eyes, tattoos and piercing, have girls falling at his feet. But while Cole pushes Tara’s buttons, he also pushes her to reach for the stars.
Both men couldn’t be more polar opposites, but both offer Tara different qualities that she needs to fulfil her destiny.
As Tara continues her journey, she will discover fate can offer you more than one path. Her fate is in her own hands, and the choices she makes, will shape her life forever.
Excerpt:
I went into the bathroom; Riley was still sitting on one of the dining chairs with a towel wrapped around his hips.
“You look very tempting,” he said with a sexy grin.
“Why thank you,” I said and gave him a catwalk twirl. I was wearing a little halter neck top, A-line skirt and a frangipani hair clip I had bought in Fiji.
“You look very tempting too,” I said, appraising his nearly naked body.
He gave me a sad smile. “I guess it’s time for a shave,” he said, holding his razor. Then he held the razor up to me. “Would you like to do the honours?”
I’d never shaved anyone before and was a little nervous, but Riley seemed perfectly okay with it so I decided to give it a try.
He pulled me onto his lap so I was facing him with my legs on either side. “Can you do it from here?” he asked with a twinkle in his eye.
Now I was even more nervous as I reached around for the shaving gel and lathered his face.
“Do you trust me?” I asked seriously, looking into his eyes.
“With my life,” he replied. Then added, “And my heart.”
I kissed him delicately on the lips between the shaving foam. “Tell me how hard to press,” I said as I started tentatively moving the blade down one cheek.
Riley reached up and took my hand, guiding it so I could feel the correct pressure and angle.
“Just like this,” he said quietly, but his eyes were telling me he was thinking of something else entirely. He guided a few more strokes until I got the feel of it and then he let me take over.
His hands were resting on my thighs as I continued carefully shaving his face, then ever so slowly he started running them up and down my thighs, getting higher and higher.
“You’re distracting me,” I scolded him teasingly. I exhaled heavily and bit my bottom lip, trying my hardest to concentrate.
“You’re distracting me,” he retorted just as teasingly, watching my mouth. “Let’s see how well you perform under pressure shall we.”
His hands continued caressing my thighs then they slid higher under my skirt, his fingers gently pressing into my hips as he pulled me closer into him. He ran his thumb over the silky fabric of my thong until he found the spot he was searching for, then gently started stroking me.
I took my eyes off his neck to look directly into his eyes. I was trying so hard to concentrate on the task at hand but it was becoming increasingly difficult.
“I’m nearly finished, just give me a minute,” I breathed as the pressure of his thumb increased slightly. I closed my eyes for a moment and shifted my hips subconsciously, a soft moan escaping as I exhaled, before looking back at his face.
His eyes were glowing with passion and I could see his chest rising and falling more rapidly, as he tr
ied to stay still.
“Are you finished?” he asked huskily.
I dropped the razor into the sink. “Finished.”
“Good.”
His free hand was in my hair holding me in place as his lips enthusiastically met mine. His tongue searched my mouth before pulling away slightly and lightly biting my bottom lip. His lips made their way over my jaw, down my neck to my shoulder and I dropped my head back and closed my eyes, finally able to relax.
I ran my hands through his still damp hair and over his smooth cheeks then down his chest. His body felt amazing, his lips on my neck and shoulders felt incredible. He ran the tip of his tongue up my neck to just below my ear, and then nipped my earlobe.
I sighed, partly for the sensation on my neck and ear, and partly for what my palms were caressing, his glorious body, every muscle clearly defined.
He slid his thumb inside my thong as it continued its onslaught before reaching down and opening his towel, then effortlessly lifted me and pulling my thong to one side, lowered me down onto him.
I moaned deeply at the sensation of him inside me as I wrapped my arms around his neck, then set the balls of my feet firmly on the floor to get my balance.
Riley’s hands were on my hips as they started moving me back and forth setting the rhythm and depth. I kissed him passionately on the lips, our tongues seeking each other’s out as our pace fastened and the intensity grew. I was breathing heavily as I sat back and rested one hand on Riley’s knee for balance.
He groaned deeply through clenched teeth and growled, “Oh fuck babe...” as he gripped my hips more forcefully, every muscle in his arms and chest tensed as he moved me back and forth, his eyes locked with mine.
I couldn’t hold on. I dug my nails into his knee as my body tensed and I cried out. His release soon followed, his eyes never leaving mine until he finally pulled me into him and rested his forehead against mine, our hearts still racing.
“God I love you,” he said breathlessly.
I smiled and rubbed the tip of my nose against his. “I love you too.”
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