by Anara Bella
“God, how I’ve missed you. Missed being inside you.” He started removing his clothing, stepping closer to her with each item he tossed over his shoulder. The anticipation was almost more than he could stand.
Once beside her, he secured the ropes, making sure they weren’t tight enough to hurt her.
Then he just stood there, taking in every inch of her delectably exposed flesh. Tied up like a precious offering. One he didn’t deserve but was going to take anyway. He fought hard against the urge to take her fast. He wanted to make it last for them both.
With a lazy glide, he stroked the back of his hand between her breasts, avoiding touching them even though she strained toward him. He wanted to bury his face, his cock, between the plump flesh, but restrained himself. He continued down her belly, enjoying the way her muscles contracted in response to his touch as if in unbearable anticipation.
The journey downward ended when his fingers tangled in her downy curls, thrilling him when he found them already damp with her excitement, showing just how much she wanted him.
She gasped, straining toward him. “I’ve missed having you inside me so much.”
He slicked his fingers along her folds, loving the way she felt, soft and inviting, lush in her desire. “We’ll rectify that soon enough.”
He leaned over and rolled his tongue across her right nipple, then drew it into his mouth, worshipping it the way it deserved to be worshipped, loving the way it immediately hardened and distended against his tongue.
He nuzzled the soft mound. “I love the way you respond to me. No reservations, just full steam ahead.”
“That only happens with you.”
“Even better.”
He crawled onto the mattress and hovered over her, trying to decide what he wanted to taste next. But in the end it was no contest.
He ran his hands along her legs, encouraging her to spread them wide so he could taste his way up her soft inner thighs. She didn’t hesitate, and her eagerness touched him more than he would have imagined possible.
Grabbing a pillow, he lifted her hips and placed it under her behind so that she was splayed out in front of him in open invitation. He spread her labia until her dark pink clit was exposed. “Now there’s a sight I’ll never tire of.”
He leaned in and ran his tongue across the super-sensitive nub, enjoying the way she gasped in response. Holding her firmly through it all, he lavished her clit with quick flicks and twirls of his tongue, not letting up until she was writhing in ecstasy.
He dipped one finger into her tight vagina, then two and three, working them in and out while he drank in her essence and she moaned her appreciation. God, he’d never get enough of her hot, spicy taste. He didn’t stop working her clit until she came with a shuddering scream. He rode it out with her, determined to milk every last drop of her orgasm from her.
Swiping his forearm across his mouth, he rose above her. With awe, he took in her dreamy, sated expression and the beautiful pink glow to her cheeks. His aching cock throbbed with need. He had to get inside her soon or he’d spend himself just from looking at her, before he ever got there. “Don’t get too comfortable. This isn’t over yet.”
She tossed him a sated smile. “I should hope not. You still haven’t given me what I really want.”
“Is that so? And what would that be?”
“I want you, your big, hard cock so deep inside me that I don’t know where I start and you end.”
His cock jumped in anticipation of doing just that. “God, you’re so sexy when you tell me exactly what you want.”
He rolled on a condom and kissed her hard, relentlessly drawing out her responses. He needed all of her, needed to show her that they belonged together. Always.
He worked his way down to her breasts, kissing and sucking them until she was again writhing in response. Reaching down, he worked her clit until she exploded in another orgasm.
Before she was done, he surged into her with strong, sure thrusts, plunging again and again, thrusting in and out without stopping, feeling the tension build, regretting he couldn’t hold off longer this first time because he never wanted this feeling to end.
Letting fly, he pumped into her until she came again. Only then did he let himself go, joining her over the crest as he came in the hottest release of his life.
He collapsed on top of Asia and mumbled, “Next time will be better.”
She gave a shaky laugh. “If it gets any better I won’t survive it.”
He lifted himself to look into her eyes. Loving the soft look he found there, he closed each eyelid with a gentle kiss before reaching up and untying the ropes.
Rearranging himself beside her, he pulled her into his arms. “As long as you’re satisfied, I’m happy.”
She let go of the headboard and cuddled into him. “No one has ever satisfied me the way you do.”
She couldn’t believe it, but she’d dozed off yet again.
Gradually coming back to awareness, Asia relished being curled up in Marcus’s arms with her head pillowed on his chest as if she’d always been there and always would be. She couldn’t deny the feeling of complete belonging that washed over her. Solid. Sure. Secure. This was the only place she ever wanted to be.
As the realization hit her the familiar panic started to rise, but she fought down the knee-jerk reaction, determined to not be a coward. She would face it down. And win.
“You’re awake.”
She tipped her head to find Marcus looking down at her. “Sorry about that. I haven’t slept well this last week. I guess it caught up with me.”
“I just woke up myself. You wore me out.”
She giggled. “I do my best.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “That you do.”
He ran his hand absently along her arm as if he were thinking. She hoped he wasn’t regretting taking her back.
Determined to face whatever came her way, she was just about to ask him what was on his mind when he spoke. “Don’t do that to me again, okay? Don’t shut me out and back away without talking to me first. I can’t take it.”
Amazed that such a strong man would make that kind of admission, she sat up so she could look at him. “I can’t promise you that.”
His face fell and quickly closed, all emotion wiped from his expression. “I see.”
“Let me finish. I can’t promise that, but I can promise you this. I’m determined to fight that inclination. I’ve done a lot of thinking this last week. I’ve kept men at arm’s length because of what my ex-fiancé did to me. I thought it put me in control, but all it did was shut me off from life.”
She ran her fingers down his chest, loving the feel of the crisp hairs that were there. “Everyone was so right. I had my heart, heck, my whole life, tied up so tight I was practically dead. I was missing out on the most important things in life.”
Marcus nodded. “And boy, were you were determined to stay that way. I had a hell of a time trying to break through that wall you’d put up.”
“I know. But you were chipping away at it. I just didn’t let you see it. You got under my skin like no other man ever has.”
He stroked his hand along her thigh. “Thank God for that.”
She laughed. “Yes, thank God for that. I don’t know how to explain it, but somehow the robbery set things in motion, showed me how stagnant my life had become.” She reached out and ran a finger down his cheek. “You didn’t just untie me that day. You shook up my entire life and untied my heart in the process. And now it’s wide open. To you, to life, to love. And I’m bound and determined to stay that way.”
“Thanks to me.”
“Thanks to you.”
He stroked her behind with gentle fingers and then gave it a playful tweak. “So, how are you going to make it up to me?”
She grinned, a dozen tempting ideas flitting through her head. But one stood out from the rest. She let her fingers drop until she grazed his already semi-erect penis, loving the way it jumped, respond
ing to her touch.
She scrambled out of his arms and bounced up onto her knees. Cupping his balls, she gently squeezed and rolled them between her fingers. With her other hand she grasped his now full erection, loving its steely strength.
She leaned in and ran her tongue around the bulbous head, inserting her tongue into the weeping slit, tasting his salty essence with relish.
He groaned and speared one hand into her hair, holding her head in place, encouraging her without words to continue what she was doing.
She tossed him a saucy look out of the corner of her eye. “I think I have some ideas on the subject you’ll quite like.”
Taking him into her mouth, she hummed her satisfaction, enjoying the sensation of his cock filling her mouth, getting more turned on by the second as she worked his hard shaft. She took him deeper and then sucked for all she was worth.
He groaned and surged into her mouth. “God, yes. I definitely like.”
She worked her mouth up and down his cock several more times and then let him pop out. With a loving lick, she ran her tongue along his length and around the crown before looking up at him again. “So, you don’t want me to stop then?”
He reached out with his other hand and cupped her cheek. “I never want you to stop doing what you do to me.”
The intensity in his eyes captivated her and her breath hitched. He hadn’t said it in so many words, but she knew in her heart he was referring to something much more important than her giving him head. “Never?”
“Never.”
Her heart expanded in her chest and she smiled, suddenly happier than she’d ever been in her life. Strangely confident that she was with the right man for her. That she was where she was meant to be. And that come what may, they would be all right.
Together.
About the Author
By day Anara is a mild-mannered writer pounding out stories on her trusty keyboard. But by night she’s the Domestic Avenger, ready to take on any and all evil that gets in her way. Okay, so the evils in question are only despicable dust bunnies and dastardly dirty dishes but they are evil. And diabolically prolific too.
In reality Anara lives a quiet life in the suburbs with her hubby and two adorable cats.
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Brazen or Bust
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Nica’s got a new look and an attitude to match. Logan doesn’t stand a chance…
Brazen or Bust
© 2010 Anara Bella
Nica Morelli is through wasting time mooning over Logan Donovan from afar. It’s time to make him see her as more than his tomboyish, honorary little sister. Now, armed to the teeth with a sexy makeover, Nica’s kicking butt in four-inch heels and taking no prisoners.
One minute Logan’s enjoying a beer at the bar. The next, he’s mesmerized by the finest butt he’s ever laid eyes on. It shimmies, it shakes. It makes him want to do all kinds of wicked things to it. Then he realizes who the butt belongs to—his best friend’s little sister. No matter how badly he wants the tasty bait she’s dangling in front of him, she’s forbidden fruit.
Except now that she’s got him turned on, tied up in knots, and swimming in intense emotion, what’s he supposed to do? Fall in love? Not in a million years…
Warning: This book contains hot ’n steamy graphic sex brought about by the flagrant use of seduction, near-nakedness and lavish amounts of tempting, teasing and tequila.
Enjoy the following excerpt for: Brazen Or Bust:
That there was one mighty fine piece of prime real estate. Bar none, the sweetest ass he’d ever seen.
Logan watched in mesmerized fascination as the mouth-watering backside in question shimmied and undulated to the heavy beat of the dance music blaring through the bar’s sound system. He’d always been an ass man and that one right there was enough to make a grown man cry.
It was a pure bonus that she had red hair. He loved fiery redheads.
He didn’t recognize this one though. She had to be a newcomer because he never would have missed spotting her before this. No way. Not with that ass, or with how often he came to PJ’s Bar.
He took a swig of his beer. Without taking his eyes off the visual feast before him, he absently enjoyed the slightly bitter taste of the cold brew as it trickled past his tongue and cooled his throat.
He was trying to get a good look at Red’s face, but with the flickering lights and strobes he hadn’t had much success. But that first-class ass was enough to make him want to get to know her better anyway. A lot better.
The music finally switched to a slow tune. That was his cue. Time to make his move.
Putting down his beer, he stood and then made his way over to his quarry. Her current dance partner put his arms around her and pulled her into his embrace, settling in to enjoy holding her close for the dance. But that didn’t deter Logan.
He tapped the guy on the shoulder. “I’m cutting in.”
Without looking up, the guy snarled at Logan to get lost, but he wasn’t put off. He tapped him again. “I guess you didn’t hear me. It’s my turn.”
The guy pulled back, and shot Logan a look meant to intimidate and chase him off. It might have worked too, except the moment the guy caught sight of Logan, his eyes widened, he dropped his arms and quickly backed away from the girl. “Okay, sure thing. No problem.”
Logan hid a smile. He was used to this kind of reaction. He was a big guy. Taller than most, not to mention the fact that he worked out. People were often intimated by his size, and he wasn’t averse to using it to his advantage.
Logan nodded. “Thanks.”
With the testosterone war over, Logan could finally direct his attention to the tasty female treat in front of him. “Name’s Logan. And you are?”
With frustration, he realized even though he was now facing the woman of his dreams, he still couldn’t get a good look at her. Not with her standing there with her hand clapped over her mouth as if she was in shock or something.
Fighting the urge to make sure he hadn’t left his fly open, he tried smiling to put her at ease. This was a damned strange reaction. He was a decent-looking guy but he’d never affected a woman like this.
He tried again. “I’m Logan. And you are…”
She blinked a couple of times before finally dropping her hand. “Logan.”
Her name is Logan?
And then he realized there was something very familiar about this woman. He looked closer. He knew her. Sort of. Didn’t he? He scanned her face again. He did know her. But something was different. So different he couldn’t quite place her.
All of a sudden the penny dropped.
Damn! It’s… “Nica. I didn’t recognize you. What happened to you?” Okay, that didn’t come out right. “I mean, you look different.”
That was an understatement.
He looked her up and down, still not quite believing his eyes. Could this really be his best friend’s kid sister? Hell, she was as good as his kid sister. He’d watched her grow up and he’d never seen any sign that this little siren lay hidden beneath the shapeless clothes she usually wore.
Nica blushed. For a moment she looked flustered, but then something in her expression changed. Almost seemed to firm up. She smiled and started to preen. “I do, don’t I.” She peeped up at him. “Do you like it?”
Hell yeah. He’d be mortified if he liked it any better. Damn, the fantasies he’d been running through his head before he knew it was her were more than a little X-rated.
Completely thrown by both the shock of finding out the woman he’d just
been lusting after was Nica and… Well, there was no and. That was enough. More than enough.
Disappointment speared through him as it sank in this was Nica and he’d just been wondering how he could get into her pants. “Uh…you look great.”
She smiled coquettishly. “Thanks.”
“What brought on the dramatic change?”
She shrugged and he noticed how the movement did interesting things to her breasts.
“Oh, I just thought it was time to do something different.”
She was different all right. And he wasn’t at all sure it was for the better. He glared at several guys who were staring at her, not liking the speculative look in their eyes. “I can see that.”
She blushed and looked down, then seemed to come to some decision. He watched fascinated as she tossed her head back and straightened her shoulders “I’m still trying to get used to it myself.”
Was this the same girl he’d watched grow up from a plain child? Just yesterday she’d been the same old Nica. Reliable. Trustworthy. People like her didn’t change overnight. What had happened to cause this radical transformation? Because it was for damn sure something had.
“What’s this really all about, Nica? You’re not the type to do something so drastic.”
Her eyes flashed sizzling blue fire at him. “How would you know what type I am?”
That struck a nerve. “I’ve known you since we were kids. I think I know you pretty well.”
She looked him right in the eyes, and he saw a flash of temper there he’d never noticed before.
“You don’t know squat about me. Not the real me inside. You just think you know me.”
He took in her flushed cheeks and flashing eyes, her stance screaming her readiness to take him on. Maybe she was right. He certainly didn’t recognize the spitfire in front of him right now.
