by Jess Dee
“I know that now. I also know that I don’t need to make excuses to be with you anymore. We can have a future because I want it, not because I don’t have a choice.”
Her chest constricted. Dare she hope? “Do…do you…want a future with me?”
“Christ, sweetheart, can’t you see? I want it more than anything.”
She released a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding. “Oh, thank God.”
“You…you don’t hate me for what I did to you?” The fear in his face touched her heart.
“I tried to,” she admitted. “But I couldn’t. I love you too much.”
The sound he made as he crushed her in his arms was something between a cry of pain and a gasp of relief. “I love you, Lexi,” he rasped in her ear. “I have since the night I saw you at Daniel’s exhibition. It’s just taken a little time for me to realize it.”
“Adam…” Her heart filled with a joy she hadn’t believed possible.
“Marry me, Lexi.”
She pulled back from his grasp and stared at him, amazed. An hour ago she didn’t know where he was. She’d feared she might never see him again. Now he’d just proposed. “But I’m not pregnant,” she said stupidly.
He laughed unsteadily. “We can change that, when you’re ready. In the meantime, we can enjoy practicing.”
He kissed her again then, soundly, and she lost herself in the dizzying array of emotion washing through her. He loved her. Enough to marry her and start a family.
The world spun, leaving her light-headed and giddy.
He loved her.
She smiled against his lips. Adam loved her and he wanted her to have his children.
AJ Riley, who never wanted to have another child, wanted to have a family with her.
She’d done it. She’d broken through his barriers and reached his heart and, well, he loved her. Adam Riley loved her and she loved him too. Could the world be a better place?
“So will you?” he asked when he pulled away.
“Will I what?”
“Marry me?”
Lexi threw her head back and gave a loud whoop. “You just try and stop me, mate.
You just try and stop me.”
Chapter Seventeen
Lexi raced across the lobby of the building and pushed the button. Her patience ran low as she waited, her foot tapping an anxious beat. She was late. They’d arranged to meet five minutes ago and this wasn’t exactly the kind of place she could keep him hanging around.
At last there was a ding and the lift arrived. The doors opened and she stepped inside.
It was full. People must have gotten on in the car park. She didn’t care. She pushed the appropriate button and stared blindly at the numbers as the carriage made its way slowly up.
How she realized he was in the lift, she didn’t know. She felt his presence as vividly as if he’d touched her. The hair on her neck stood on end and a slow tremor took over her body. Pivoting around, she looked past the faceless people behind her and found him at the back of the elevator.
Their eyes caught and held. The air was sucked out of the lift. He was there, so close and so unreachable, another face in a sea of people. Yet it seemed as though they were the only two in the confined space.
The bell dinged several times and their fellow travelers got out one by one or in small groups. Lexi gave no thought to them leaving. Her total conscious mind was focused on him.
Then there were two of them, two adults and the audible hum of awareness buzzing between them.
Lexi dragged her gaze away from his to focus on the control panel. She reached out, pressed Emergency Stop, and the lift ground to a halt.
“You’re late,” he accused.
“Sorry, couldn’t be helped. I had to do something first.” Her hands were already working on the buttons of her shirt.
“Do you have any idea how many trips I’ve had to take in this lift?”
“Do you have any idea how arbitrary they’ll seem compared to the trip you’re about to take?” She opened her blouse and her breasts spilled out, unobstructed.
He swallowed. “You’re not wearing a bra.”
“I’m not wearing panties, either. Told you I had to do something first. I slipped them off in the Ladies.”
His voice fell a notch “So, if I were to run my hand up your leg, beneath your skirt…” He stepped closer, backing her up until her shoulders touched the wall.
“You’d find my thigh a little wet.”
He dropped to his knees. “And if I ran my tongue along your wet thigh?” He pushed her skirt up, trailed his fingers up her leg.
“You’d find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.”
He touched her slick folds. “Liquid gold,” he murmured before burying his face between her legs. It took less than a minute and Lexi was convulsing around his tongue.
Streams of juice poured from her, coating Adam’s mouth.
He waited for the last tremor to pass, and then stood, stripping his pants down as he did. In one fluid movement, he grabbed her hips and lifted her. At the same time, she pushed back against the wall and jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders. He was embedded in her tingling body before she’d straightened her back.
“Lexi. God, that’s good.”
He filled her, stretched her and took her to paradise again with a few hard thrusts.
Then he joined her there. He let go and jettisoned his release deep inside of her. The freedom and ease with which he did it pushed her and she rode him harder, enjoyed the way her second orgasm stretched out to encompass his.
When he finally pulled out, set her down and collapsed against her, she relished the drops of his come trickling down her thigh.
“The auto start’s going to kick on in about two minutes,” she said. “The doors are gonna roll open and everyone’s gonna know what we’ve done.” She gave a soft laugh.
“The evidence is dribbling down my leg.”
For the second time in five minutes, he got down on his knees. “Can’t have that,” he told her. “The only one who gets to find out about this particular pot of gold is me.” He proceeded to lick her clean. He started on her left shin and worked his way up, lapping at the sticky mess. He repeated the procedure on the other leg, and then started on her folds.
“Christ, Adam.” That had to be the sexiest thing he’d ever done. She gasped as he tried to remove every last trace of evidence. “It’s not working.” His attempts were counterproductive. Every lick of his tongue made her hotter, wetter, and she was soon climaxing for a third time as his mouth closed over her clit and sucked.
Adam rose, wiped his mouth clean and kissed her briefly. Then he did up his pants while she buttoned her top with shaky hands. Her skirt dropped back into place as the lift doors slid open.
“I love you, Adam Riley,” she told him as another couple stepped inside.
“I love you too, Lexi Tanner,” he answered.
“Riley,” she corrected.
“I love you too, Lexi Riley,” he said and smiled the traffic stopper.
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Trust and Dare
© 2007 Shelli Stevens
Angry that yet another military man has done her family wrong, Abby Cook plots sweet revenge. But when her plan goes awry, she discovers that she’s targeted the wrong military man.
Mason Tyler is not used to being disobeyed. Yet the curvy blonde has rejected his advances at every turn. When he catches her in the middle of a very destructive—not to mention illegal—prank, he offers her a deal. A deal that will keep her out of jail. And let him exact a little revenge of his own.
/> One weekend in his bed…no inhibitions, no refusals. But when the weekend is up, will Mason be ready to let Abby go?
Enjoy the following excerpt for Trust and Dare:
“Take off your shirt, Abby.”
Her eyes widened and she licked her lips. “Now?”
She’d given him the go ahead, let’s see how far she’d let him take it. “Well, you did agree to play by my rules. You’re not going to break that little bargain of ours just yet, are you? I might have to spank that sweet ass of yours.”
Her lips curled upward and her tongue darted across her mouth. “Oh, well now…that might be kind of fun.”
Hmm. Another thing he’d have to remember. She liked the idea of being spanked.
He took a step forward and she giggled, throwing her hands up in front of her.
“Okay, okay!” Reaching down, she grabbed the hem of her tank top and jerked it over her head.
The blood in his veins pulsed faster at the sight of her lace-covered breasts. “Now your bra.”
She took a deep breath and reached behind her, unhooking her bra and sliding the straps off each shoulder. She pulled the purple scrap of lace off her breasts and let the bra drop to the floor. Oh, sweet God. He wanted to step forward and touch her, but that would screw up the entire striptease.
“The skirt.” His voice came out hoarse.
Her fingers were shaking as she unzipped the skirt and wiggled her hips so it fell down at her feet. She stepped away from it and reached down for the buckle on her heels.
“Did I tell you to take off your heels, Abby?”
She straightened up. “I just assumed—”
“Don’t assume. Leave the shoes on.” She looked so damn sexy, and the shoes just made the fantasy level go up.
“Okay.” She nodded and started to cross her arms across her breasts.
He closed the distance between them, grabbed her wrists, and gently tugged her arms away from her body.
Now that they were inside and under the lights, he could see every curve and swell of her body. Her breasts were large and crowned by fat, raspberry-colored tips. Her stomach and hips were full and pale, with smooth pink pussy lips peeking out between her soft thighs.
“Don’t cover yourself, Abby. You’re a sexy woman, and I wanna look at you.” He needed to ease her surprising moment of shyness. He lowered his head and brushed his mouth across hers.
She made the sweetest little sighing noise and pressed her body against his, opening her mouth under his lips. He slipped his tongue inside, tasting her sweetness and sucking on her tongue.
The kiss deepened, growing more urgent. He finally jerked away, their ragged breathing just audible over the music. He reached his hands between them to cup her breasts, running his thumbs over the firm tips.
“Mason…” She moaned and covered his wrists with her fingers.
He stepped back, letting her go as he went to the couch and sat down. Crooking his finger towards her, he murmured, “Come here, baby.”
She smiled and walked towards him, her hips swinging as her high-heeled feet moved across the carpet.
When she was standing in front of him, he opened his legs so she could stand between them. Putting his hands on her shoulders, he gently urged her to her knees in front of him. Had he gone too far? His worries were eased when he watched her eyes—sure enough, there was a shimmer of excitement in them.
Without even having to ask her, she seemed to know what he wanted. Her pretty manicured fingernails went to work unbuttoning his fly, and then pulling down the zipper. His blood pounded through his veins and his cock grew harder than it already was.
Lifting his hips, Mason shoved his pants and briefs down to his knees. His erection sprang free and her soft hand immediately wrapped around it. The air hissed from between his compressed lips and he closed his eyes.
He found her handcuffed to his bed. Can they unchain her memories in time to save her life?
Lost But Not Forgotten
© 2007 Mackenzie McKade
When pharmaceutical researcher Alexis Knight returns home from the Amazon jungle in a quest to reclaim the year of her life lost to amnesia, she discovers a host of changes have taken place in her absence. Not only has the shy, geeky boy she knew years ago transformed into a virile, confident hunk, he’s bought her family home and is in the process of turning her late mother’s bedroom into a den of iniquity.
When Jake O’Malley finds spitfire Allie handcuffed to his bed, accused of breaking and entering, his first thought is that his dreams have been served up to him on a platter.
Then he realizes she’s not acting when she says she doesn’t remember the past year, nor her own mother’s death.
As Jake eases Allie past her grief, her journey to reclaim her memories entwines with an exploration into the world of BDSM. Just as their psychological duel to dominate heats up, they make another, more chilling discovery.
There’s a reason Allie lost her memory—someone wants her dead.
Enjoy the following excerpt for Lost But Not Forgotten:
Crap. Allie hightailed it toward her bedroom, shutting the door just before Jake burst from the bathroom.
The pounding on her bedroom door startled her, but she didn’t move.
“You little witch. Open this door.” Jake didn’t sound too happy.
“Serves you right,” she shouted at the closed door. The pipes in the house had always been a little finicky. She had learned that much as a child. Too many times, she had begun to bathe just as her mother started the dishes. The result was hot or cold water—never anything in between.
Truth was she could use a cold shower about now. It had taken all her strength not to accept what Jake offered, a night in his arms. Even now, her body burned with need.
Allie’s heart raced as she leaned against the locked door. From the other side, Jake shook it so that she felt the tremor clear to her bones.
“Allie, let me in,” he growled.
“Beat all you want. You’re not getting in here.” Vibrations from his pounding continued to shake the door. Abruptly, they stopped. Allie harrumphed. “Giving up so soon?” A chuckle of satisfaction rose and died as quickly.
She shouldn’t have taken her temper out on Jake. Everything that had happened recently was overwhelming. She was in trouble—big trouble.
Jake had been good to her mother—good to her. He didn’t have to let her stay here.
Truth was this wasn’t her house. But that hadn’t stopped her from making an appointment to meet with her mother’s lawyer tomorrow.
The click of the lock sent her into action. “Oh, shit!” Allie flung herself against the door, but it was too late. Jake rushed through still only wearing the towel low around his hips. The inertia sent her backward and she fell on her ass. Pain radiated up her spine.
“Sonofabitch!” That hurts.
Before she could rise on her own, Jake yanked her to her feet, firmly against his solid chest. The lines on his face were hardened, but his eyes were not.
Damn man was enjoying himself. Her anger flared anew, racing like a wildfire across her cheeks.
He gave her a little shake. “I ought to jerk you across my lap and beat your ass.”
She glared at him. “You wouldn’t dare.”
Jake released her, except for the iron grip he had on her right arm. “The hell you say.” He began to drag her toward the bed.
Planting her heels into the worn carpet, she balled her freed fist and swung.
With lightning speed, he caught the punch and slammed her back against the wall.
The air in her lungs gushed out on impact. She recovered quickly, countering with a raised knee to his groin that missed its mark. Just in time, he swung away only returning to pin her flat against the wall with his unyielding body.
Trapped. She couldn’t move—couldn’t breathe, except for the spicy, masculine scent that assailed her.
Damn. He was good. He knew her way too well, anticipating every
defensive move she made.
“Release me or I’ll—”
In a surprise response, he stole her threat away with a punishing kiss.
There was no gentleness in his touch. Teeth meshed with teeth. His invasion was demanding, forceful, as his tongue pushed past her tight lips. Fast and skillfully, he tasted every inch of her mouth.
Her struggles for release were futile. He was bigger—stronger—and his body covered hers like a shield.
This definitely wasn’t the boy she knew.
Allie whimpered, caught between anger and the slow burn he stirred inside her as he ground his hips to hers. His arousal pressed tight against her belly. His masterful kiss plucked the strings of her desire, pulling her deeper and deeper under his control.
But he wouldn’t win, she swore to herself, even when his warm hand slid between the folds of her silky robe. Yet when his fingertips worked past her camisole to cup her breast, she silently screamed, No! You won’t win—
Her breath caught as he squeezed her nipple.
Sweet pain splintered through her breast as he increased the pressure. The radiating sensation filtered through her globe, heading down south to tighten low in her belly.
Anger and need collided, releasing a fresh wave of desire between her thighs.
It had been forever since she’d made love, felt her body satisfied.
The truth was she needed to be held. With everything that had happened, Allie needed a strong man’s arms around her more than anything.
Before Allie could change her mind, she wadded her hands in the towel around his waist and pulled. The deep rumble in his throat only heated her blood more. Her fingertips weaved through his light dusting of chest hair. Within seconds, he had her devoid of her robe, camisole, and panties, her heavy breasts against his moist chest.
For a moment, he didn’t speak and only stared at her breasts. The desire in his eyes stoked the fire inside her.
