by Dee, Bonnie
Megan kept her gaze on him as she slowly pushed back her chair to give him a chance to pull his foot away unobtrusively. The loss of contact made her want to cry out, but she couldn’t handle the torture anymore. She stood and said in a surprisingly steady voice, “Anyone for coffee?”
In the kitchen, she filled the coffee machine with water and measured out the coffee. A couple of minutes later, Sean appeared in the doorway carrying stacks of plates. He put them on the counter and moved in on her, one arm snaking around her waist, his other hand to the back of her neck. He pulled her in close for a kiss, his mouth hungry on hers and his cock pressing into her crotch. Megan brought her hands up to either side of his face, winding her fingers into his shaggy hair. She moaned softly into his mouth as their tongues entwined, hoping the sound wouldn’t carry to the main room.
They kissed urgently for a couple minutes and only pulled apart when Stevie called out to Sean, “Hey man, want to watch some football while the chicks make the coffee and clear the table? Ow! Jesus, Sash, can’t you take a joke?”
“You into the football?” Megan whispered.
“Not at the moment.” Sean’s hand slipped down to her hip and slid under her skirt. His fingers crept up her thigh, following the trail led by his foot earlier.
Megan’s every pore reacted to him. She was close to letting him fuck her in the kitchen, not caring who walked in.
“Right now I want to fuck you.” His husky voice sent shivers through her body. Her nipples stood erect, pressing against the fabric of her shirt.
Sean’s other hand flicked across her chest, sending fire from her sensitive tits straight down to her sex.
She caught her breath. “Go check out the game and meet me in the back bathroom in ten minutes. Through the main bedroom on the left. I’ll get the coffee done and after that, I don’t give a damn.”
He grinned. “Good thing I came prepared, huh?”
Ten minutes later, the coffee was on the table and Megan was in the master bath, hoping neither of their hosts would feel the need to use it in the near future.
She stood in front of the sink, looking at herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed, her eyes dark and bright, and she felt wired and intensely alive. This was crazy. Any of her close friends could walk in on them, but she didn’t care, as long as Sean showed up.
An uptight concert cellist. A freewheeling rock guitarist. Does love stand a chance?
Opposites Attract
© 2007 Bonnie Dee
Kelly, cellist with the symphony orchestra, has always been too busy working to enjoy life. When Ren, lead guitarist for an up-and-coming band moves into her building, he rocks her world. She’s never had sex so sizzling. Ren continues to assault her barriers even as she tries to push him away. Then he goes on tour, which she thinks proves she was right not to get involved. Only problem is his band’s hit song haunts her everywhere she turns and she can’t drive the man out of her head.
A tragic accident makes her rethink her fear of commitment, but is it too late to offer him the love she withheld? Kelly takes a drastic step to prove to Ren she’s willing to change. She can be just as hip as any rock groupie. Overcoming obstacles of her own making, uptight Kelly releases her inhibitions and lets love take control.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Opposites Attract:
Kelly wasn’t drunk. Not really. Yes, she was buzzed, but she knew what she was doing and what she wanted. What she wanted was Ren. She’d been aroused by him all evening and, if she was honest with herself, from the moment he’d stooped over her on the stairs asking if she was all right.
He wasn’t the type of guy she usually dated. She’d occasionally gone out with other musicians from the orchestra. Once in a while a friend would coerce her into a blind date with an accountant, a doctor or a professor—all respectable, solid citizens. Ren was a rock musician, unconventional and impulsive, not her type at all.
When he was in the room, it was impossible to look away. He had an undeniable magnetism and erotic charge, and it had been so long since she’d been kissed.
Her lips melted beneath his, soft and pliable as bubblegum. They were ready to be molded into whatever shape he desired. She closed her eyes and surrendered her will, grateful not to think at all for once.
His mouth was warm, wet and in control. His tongue delved between her lips, enticing hers to respond. His arm around her shoulders and the other hand at her waist held her steady as he took possession of her mouth.
A shiver ran through her at his demanding kiss. She whimpered quietly and curled a hand around his neck. The ends of his hair tickled the back of her wrist. Her other hand held onto his shoulder, warm and strong under his T-shirt. She clutched the fabric in her fist and lost herself in the whirling dizziness caused by his kiss and too much tequila.
He moved his arm from around her shoulder and cupped her neck in his palm, tracing his thumb along her jaw. His hand at her waist slowly slid up her side over her rib cage and underneath her camisole.
His hot fingers against her tingling flesh sent a sharp stab of lust to her pussy. She knew she should push his hand back down, but instead let it creep all the way up to her breast as his kisses grew deeper.
Oh, God, he was touching her naked breast! She had no bra on under the camisole and his searching hand had latched onto her small mound. He kneaded it gently and teased her nipple to hardness between his thumb and forefinger. His hand covering her breast felt hot and heavy. She wondered if he could feel her heart pounding in his palm.
She gasped and arched her back. Her nipple ached for more contact. She wanted it in his hot, sucking mouth right now.
Ren drew her even closer. So close she could feel his erection against the side of her leg.
She threw her leg over his thigh, pressing her crotch against it. She clung to him, her kiss growing aggressive and hungry. This was all happening too fast and her logic told her to stop it, but the truth was she desperately wanted him. She couldn’t fool herself that he’d seduced her because she was drunk. The alcohol had only reduced her inhibitions enough to say “yes” to what she’d wanted all along.
Ren’s fingers at the back of her head were tangled in her hair. When he tried to free them, he tugged on her scalp. “Sorry.” He pulled away from her mouth, laughing as he disentangled his fingers, ruining her ponytail in the process.
The brief break from breathless kissing gave Kelly a chance to compose herself and regain some perspective, but, looking into Ren’s sparkling eyes, she still didn’t want to stop.
“Is this okay?” he asked, raising a questioning eyebrow. “You had a lot to drink. I don’t want to—”
She shut him up by peeling off her shirt and camisole in one swift move. The cool air touching her skin raised gooseflesh, and she shivered.
Ren’s eyes went wide and looked bluer than ever. He blinked a couple of times, staring at her breasts. “Well, alrighty then.” His hands spanned her waist and he drew her fully onto his lap.
She straddled him and bent her head to kiss him, wrapping both arms around his neck. She liked being on top, the sense of control it gave her. She ground her sex against the bulge in his pants and was rewarded with a low moan and a tightening of his grip on her bare back.
He skated his hands up and down her spine then cupped them underneath her ass, pulling her more snugly against him.
When Kelly finally drew back from his hot mouth and looked down at him, they were both breathing heavily. She reached out to brush a lock of dark hair from his forehead, entranced by the sexiness of his sharp features and piercing eyes. Fingering the tiny silver ring in his eyebrow, she murmured, “I’m really not like this. I don’t usually—”
“I know,” he said. “Neither do I.”
She must have looked skeptical because he added, “Seriously. I mean, yeah, sure, I’m in a band and there are girls around and sometimes things get a little…heated, but not like this. This is different.” He sounded so sincere.
S
he knew he was probably playing her, but at the moment she didn’t care. She reached down to the hem of his T-shirt and tugged.
He lifted his arms and let her strip it off him.
Kelly’s heart raced even faster at the sight of his naked torso.
He had the kind of lean, streamlined muscles she had imagined…not too bulky, simply sculpted. His skin was nightclub-pale rather than beach-tan and his dark aureolas and nipples stood out in sharp relief on his chest. A light scattering of dark hair lay between them. The trail took up again below his navel and headed down into his jeans.
The thought of where it led made her stomach flip. She ran her hands up the trail of hair on his stomach and his taut skin twitched beneath her touch. She looked into his eyes and they were dark and aroused, gleaming in the flickering light of the TV.
The Final Act
Bonnie Dee
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The Final Act
Copyright © 2008 by Bonnie Dee
ISBN: 1-60504-141-6
Edited by Linda Ingmanson
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