by Eden Bradley
“Yes.”
“Then come. Be with me. Be here when I get home.” He shook his head, held her tighter.
Her head was spinning, her heart tripping. But she knew what she wanted. She wanted him.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this, but yes, I’ll come with you.”
He kissed her hard, his lips crushing hers, his big arms nearly squeezing the breath out of her.
She had to come up for air after a few moments. “Jared…I have to ask you…about Matteo.”
“Matteo is important to me. You know that. But it’s his friendship that’s most important. It’s always been that way. What role he’ll play with us is up to you. He loves being with you, with me, but he’s a free spirit.”
“I love that about him. And I want him to be with us when he can be. I may not love him the way I do you, but I adore him, if that makes sense.”
“I know just what you mean. And I’m glad. I would have accepted things either way. As long as I have you.”
She smiled at him. Could this really be happening? Jared loved her. And the scenario for their future was something most women could only ever dream of. Even if things changed with Matteo, she and Jared would still have each other.
“Leigh.” Jared lifted a hand, stroked her hair. His face was serious, but after a moment he grinned. “I sort of can’t believe you’re agreeing to this. To running off to Europe with me. To this whole thing, allowing Matteo to be with us. That you love me.”
“But I do. I can hardly wait to go. And I can hardly wait to come home and for us to be together. To start our life together. But there’s one thing that just can’t wait.”
“What’s that?”
She put her palm over his heart, felt the steady beat there. “Love me, Jared.”
“Ah, that’s easy enough, my girl.”
He picked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom, laid her down on the bed and undressed them both quickly but carefully.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, his hands gliding over her bare skin as he knelt over her.
She reached for him, her palms finding the taut muscles of his chest, moving down over his stomach.
“Touch me, Leigh.”
She took his hard cock in her hands, felt it pulse with need, watched his face as she stroked. Saw the pure pleasure as he closed his eyes, bit his lush lip. His hands cupped her breasts, his fingers brushing over her nipples. They grew hard, aching. Her body heated, swarmed with desire.
“Jared…”
He opened his eyes, his gaze locked on hers. “I need to be inside you.”
“Yes…”
She leaned over to open her nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. He took it from her, tore the packet and rolled it onto his thick shaft. She watched, her sex pulsing with need, a steady, white-hot rhythm. She opened her thighs for him, and he sank between them. He took her hand in his, held it over her head, clasping her fingers. With the other hand he reached down and parted the lips of her sex, and slipped right in.
“Jared…God…”
“You feel so damn good, Leigh. You feel right.”
She wrapped her legs around him, held him to her as tightly as she could as he started to move. The broad wall of his chest was crushed to hers, his heart beating against her breasts. And it was hot and lovely and perfect. He thrust into her, one long, smooth stroke after another, his panting breath warm against her neck. He held onto her hand, his big, warm palm enclosing her fingers. And between her thighs was his big body, strong and solid. Hers.
He drove into her, sending pleasure spiraling into her system. Sharp. Electric. It expanded, shimmering through her like pure light. Pure desire. Pure love.
She was on that lovely, keen edge when Jared raised his head to look at her. His eyes were dark, fierce. Burning.
“God, I love you, Leigh. My beautiful girl. My girl.”
His body tensed, and she held on as he shuddered. Tighter as her climax took her up and over the edge. His gaze held hers, never letting her go as pleasure soared, taking them both higher and higher.
When they came back to earth he held onto her, rolled onto his side, taking her with him.
“How many more times do you think we can do that before we have to catch the damn plane?” he muttered sleepily.
She felt just as dazed. Sated, yet needing more. She thought she always would.
“That all depends on you. I can pack a bag in ten minutes if I have to.”
“You may have to,” he growled, pulling her until she was lying on top of him. Impossibly, she felt his cock hardening beneath her.
“Already?” she asked, surprised.
“I’ll have to go without really touching you for hours on the flight. I plan to stock up.” He was running his hands over her sides, sending tiny shivers of desire through her system, lighting her up once more. “And never to have to do without you again.”
She’d thought the end of summer would bring an end to their time together. Instead, it was bringing a new beginning. Heat had brought them together. The heat of an El Niño summer. The heat of passion. She would never forget this summer. The summer had brought her Jared. And Matteo. And most of all, love.
About the Author
The author of a number of novels, novellas and short stories, Eden Bradley writes dark, edgy erotic fiction. Her work has been called “elegant, intelligent and sensual”. One erotic novel was recently profiled in Cosmopolitan.
Eden appears regularly on Playboy Radio’s Night Calls and conducts workshops on writing sex. When she’s not writing, you can find her wandering museums, shopping for shoes and reading everything she can get her hands on. A California native, Eden currently lives in Los Angeles. You can visit her website: www.edenbradley.com
Look for these titles by Eden Bradley
Now Available:
Tempt Me Twice
Wasteland
The Breeder
Midnight Playground
The Seeking Kiss
Celestial Seductions
Winter Solstice
Spring Equinox
Coming Soon:
Bloodsong
Once upon a time, two young lovers vowed to reunite…
Spring Equinox
© 2010 Eden Bradley
Celestial Seductions, Book 2
After a bitter divorce, Isabel Asher returns to Isla de Margarita to find the only man she’s ever truly loved. Twelve years ago, on her eighteenth birthday, they made a pact to meet…if they both were free. Now she waits, wondering if Rafael Cruz will be her every fantasy come to life…or just a foolish dream.
Rafael never forgot their summer of love all those years ago. Since then, no other woman has measured up to the memory of Isabel in his arms. Their chemistry is still stunning, the sex is sizzling. The power of their memories is overwhelming. Yet it’s too soon to tell if she wants to be with him as much as he wants her.
As her time on the island grows short, their sensual play heats up, and includes a night with Rafael’s best friend. But they must decide if their passionate reunion is simply a celebration of the past…or a new beginning for lasting love.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Spring Equinox:
Silently, he moved away from her. Taking her hand, he led her across the courtyard, through a narrow, tiled walkway, to a private bungalow at one end of the hotel. Her pulse raced, her heart hammered a sensual cadence in her chest, in her sex, as she realized what was about to happen. He would finally be naked with her, touching her, just as he had done in twelve long years of fantasies.
She knew already it would be a hundred times better now, as adults, than that one lovely, sweet experience had been. It would be better than anything she had ever imagined.
He opened the heavy wood door and pulled her into the cool interior of his home. One small lamp cast a golden light over the tiled floors, the heavy beamed ceiling, the potted palms set here and there. Through a wall of windows overlooking the beach she
could hear the muted roar of moon-tipped surf. But she wanted to concentrate only on him. She would explore this lovely place later.
He stood with her a moment in the entry hall, watching her, a small smile on his lush mouth. His gaze was dark on hers.
“You’re more beautiful than ever, Isabella.”
His words warmed her, but she didn’t want to talk anymore. As though he could read her thoughts, he moved in and kissed her again, his hands going to her cheeks, then sliding down to caress her shoulders, her arms. His touch was pure heat, lighting up her skin. Electric, as though every nerve was acutely attuned to his touch.
When he pushed his tongue into her mouth, just slipping it between her silken lips, opening her up, she went warm and loose all over. The warmth quickly turned to volcanic heat when his hands moved in to cover her breasts, the weight of them filling his palms. She groaned into his mouth, pushed her body closer, her hardening nipples pressing into his hands.
God, she needed to be naked with him, needed to feel his touch on her bare flesh.
“Rafael, please…I can hardly stand it.”
“I’ll give you whatever you need, Isabella. I’ll give you everything. But it’s been so long, and I want to get to know your body again.”
That name. Isabella. No one else had ever called her that, only him. His voice, and that lovely rolling accent…hearing that name on his lips sent a long, lovely shiver through her: her breasts, her sex. Her heart.
Don’t expect too much. Just be in the moment.
The moment was too lovely to ignore. He moved his hands away from her aching breasts and smoothed them over her waist, her hips, tracing the outline of her body.
“Yes, it’s still you, but more lovely curves.” He sounded almost reverent as he whispered against her mouth. “More a woman.”
His hands slid downward, his fingers moving beneath the hem of her cotton dress and roving up her thighs. The moment his hands touched her naked skin her sex went wet, drenched in heated desire.
Touch me.
“Your skin is like silk, just as it used to be.” His voice was a husky whisper, turning her on every bit as much as his hands on her body.
Then he was kissing his way down her neck, in the valley between her breasts, over her stomach through the cotton of her dress, until he was on his knees before her, his cheek against her belly. Her hands went into his hair, and it was soft beneath her fingers. She was shivering, the anticipation sharp, lovely.
His hands were on her thighs, gently kneading the skin. Then he raised the hem of her dress higher, revealing the white lace panties she wore. She wanted to keen her need to him, to beg him. But she remained silent, the waiting an exquisite kind of agony.
“There’s so much heat coming off you, querida, it drives me crazy. The scent of your desire…mi Dios…do you know what you do to me?”
All she could do was groan as he bent his head and kissed her bare stomach, just above the white lace that was so unbearably in the way.
He kept kissing her, his mouth leaving a trail of molten heat across her belly. Her hips moved forward of their own accord, pressing into the velvet warmth of his lips. Her body was on fire, the need a scorching heat that centered in her sex and spread outward, breathtaking in its intensity.
“Yes,” he said quietly between achingly soft kisses, “I think you need me, as I’ve needed you, for too long.”
His voice, his mouth on her flesh, was driving her crazy. She wanted her clothes off. She wanted that soft mouth on her breasts, on her sex, swollen and burning with need. Why wouldn’t he undress her?
When he looped a finger around the edge of her panties and pulled them in a slow, sensual sweep down over her thighs, her calves, taking his time, her legs began to shake.
On his knees, he pushed her until she felt the wall behind her, warm from the heat of the day, steadying her. Then he pushed her dress up, the fabric bunching around her waist. He was so close to her she could feel his breath on the curls between her thighs, and her pussy clenched in anticipation. She closed her eyes, let her head fall back against the wall and waited.
He didn’t move, yet she could sense the change in his breathing as he knelt before her, his face inches from her sex.
“Isabella. Move your legs apart for me. I need to see you. All of you.”
God, that voice again. She did as he asked instantly. And she felt, for the first time, the power in his command. That some part of her was giving herself over to him on every level. That she would do—willingly—whatever he asked of her.
“Ah, yes.” He brushed his fingertips over her curls, so that she could almost feel his touch, but not quite. Torture. She’d never been so wet in her life. “So beautiful. I want to taste you, querida, and I will. But later.”
“Rafael, you can’t do this to me…”
Oh God, was he really going to make her wait?
“Patience, mi cariño. I’ve waited too long to rush this.”
“You’re teasing me.”
“Perhaps I am.” He smiled up at her, that lovely smile that felt so familiar to her.
Yes, they’d waited too long. But maybe it had been necessary, to bring them together again with a little life experience under their belts. But she was too dizzy with need to think about it. Now, all she needed was him.
“Touch me, Rafael, before I lose my mind.”
She’s taking two bites out of the Big Apple.
A Table for Three
© 2010 Lainey Reese
New York, Book 1
Riley Ramirez knew that moving to New York would change her life. She just didn’t expect it to start on her very first night in town. Her attraction to nightclub owner Kincade Marshall is instant, mind-blowing—and mutual. When she finds he is a Dom who requires her complete surrender, even when it comes to submitting to his best friend, Trevor Wellington, she finds herself willing and eager to embrace the sexual adventure.
From their earliest days, Cade and Trevor have shared everything, including women. Yet it only takes one night with Riley to know she is their forever lady. Convincing her that this is more than a temporary fling, though, will take every tool in their sensual arsenal.
As Cade and Trevor set their sights on Riley, however, they’re unaware—until it’s almost too late—that someone is targeting their fragile relationship. Someone who’s taking deadly aim at Riley. Suddenly their struggle to keep their forever woman is a fight to keep her alive…
Enjoy the following excerpt for A Table for Three:
“C’mon on, sleepyhead, let Trev see those gorgeous eyes of yours.”
Riley stretched and sighed, not ready to give up yet on sleep. Then Cade’s words sank in, and her eyes flew open in shock while her whole body jolted. Sure enough, there was someone in the room with them. Moreover, it was a man.
“Shhh,” Cade soothed. “It’s okay. This is my best friend, Trevor Wellington.” Cade turned her face until she looked at him so she would not mistake what he said next. “You are going to obey him the way you do me.”
Cade watched her to make sure this wasn’t going to have her screaming spinach. He’d let her go if she did, nothing about this worked without her trust, but he was going to do everything he could to make sure she didn’t. Her mouth started opening and shutting like a landed fish, and Cade kissed her, thrusting his tongue deep and using all the skill he had at his disposal to light enough fires in her to keep her open to the possibilities in front of her. It worked. Her legs started to slide against his and a soft moan purred up from her throat. He broke the kiss and with his chin motioned toward Trevor. “Say hello to Trevor.”
Fear and trepidation came back in her eyes. It wasn’t the panic that it had been at first, now it was manageable. “It’s all right. Nothing is going to happen to you that you can’t stop with one word. All I’m asking is for you to say hi and see what happens from there.”
Riley slowly looked at Trevor, who watched every move they made with an intense stare. When h
er gaze met his, he smiled and said, “Hi. Nice to meet you.” His chin rested on the mattress mere inches from her face, and she felt his breath feather across her lips seconds before he moved and kissed her. His kiss was different from Cade’s, his lips not as full but just as potent. Where Cade’s kiss was thrust and plunge, Trevor’s kiss was soft biting nips and brief tingling strokes of his tongue. She purred into his mouth and followed his lead, nipping and stroking back. He brought one hand up to brush her hair from her face then slipped it under the covers to close over her right breast then he slid onto the bed with them.
Riley stopped trying to think, or reason, or question what was right or wrong. She believed Cade, she didn’t know how or why, but she truly believed that she would be able to walk away at any time. If she wanted to. Right now, right or wrong, walking away was the last thing she wanted to do.
Trevor’s grip and kiss quickly went from light and teasing to serious. His hand tugged and pulled at her nipples with a strong grip while his tongue, teeth and lips kissed her like she’d never been kissed before. Cade pulled the covers away and slid his hand up her thigh before gripping her knee and draping her leg over his hip.
Her first instinct was to pull her legs closed and cover that part of herself from being so exposed, but both men simultaneously reacted. Cade’s teeth bit into her shoulder and Trevor pulled on her nipple, hard. Trevor’s eyes opened and stared straight into hers as he slowly slid his hand down her body to her waiting, exposed flesh. His lips brushed against hers with every word, as he said, “You don’t make one move without our permission and you’ll never have our permission to keep this from us.”
His fingers combed thru the soft, sex-dampened hair, over the swollen lips, and then delved deep into her hot, wet channel. A cry broke from her throat, and her back arched against Cade. Her hips started to sway and thrust of their own accord, and it became impossible to keep quiet or still, no matter that she was supposed to try. Cade growled behind her, hooked an arm under her knee and lifted her leg high to give Trevor even better access. Trevor took advantage of it. He changed his angle, added another finger and started rubbing her clit with his thumb.
