Scoundrel for Hire (Velvet Lies, Book 1)
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"Rafe, I thought we were... I mean, I hoped we would—"
He chuckled, and she gasped when he sank beneath her. Steamy liquid eddied over her limbs; clouds of heat snaked up from the waves that splashed the tarp. She grappled for balance, clinging to the copper edges even as his legs slid sinuously between her knees.
"Comfortable?" he purred.
She was still gasping from the sensuous shock of heat and man. "I don't think this tub was built for two."
"Well then, maybe you should straddle my hips."
A frisson of delight skittered down her spine as his strategy became clear. Trying not to grin as shamelessly as he was, she wriggled across his thighs. She was rewarded when his hand plumbed the depths to fondle her femininity.
The sensation was exquisite: sinuous male fingers stroking the very places his smile had made throb. Her head drifted backwards. Her lashes fluttered closed. When his lips nuzzled her breast, drawing her nipple deep inside the velvet pressures of his mouth, the pleasure was almost beyond what her senses could bear.
She wanted more of him. All of him.
Sliding her palms over his thighs, she delved lower, pleasuring him with her hands. A pleased, throaty sound rumbled in his chest. He clasped her hips, guiding her lower, and a sweet, shuddering need rippled through her. This was the way she'd always dreamed love should feel.
He melted into her, and she cupped his beloved face in her hands. Holding his gaze as he loved her, she poured her heart into his, letting time and place fade away with the spiraling steam. Rocking, flowing, they became the rhythm of life itself. In that moment, there was only the heat and the water, the flesh and the spirit, the elemental ecstasy of man and woman joining in body and soul.
And later, much later as their sacred bath cooled, he wrapped her in bed linens and cradled her before a crackling hearth. Sated and sleepy, she lay in the circle of his arms, marveling at the threads of fate that had bound them so inexorably together.
He smoothed her hair, turning her face to his.
"I love you, Silver," he whispered huskily.
The shining mirrors of his eyes hid nothing from her now. The playactor had taken off his mask, and at last, her scoundrel for hire was hers alone.
She smiled as his lips tasted hers. She felt blissfully grateful that destiny, not her own willful nature, had plotted the course of their romance. Raphael Jones was everything Cellie's stars had promised, and more. Who would have guessed that a devil with an angel's name could bless her with such a divine love?
Perhaps, she mused a little dreamily, there was something to Cellie's fortune-telling, after all.
The End
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"You suffer romantic delusions about me, Eden. I assure you, I am not the angel I was named after."
His gaze roamed over her ribbon-bound hair to the renegade wisps that curled softly in the hollow of her throat and trailed across her bodice. His lashes fanned lower. He didn't want her to see his long-constrained hunger, the primal need that would have made him drag her into his arms and feast upon her lips.
"You're only saying that," she said softly. "You've always wanted me to think less of you, Michael."
Her insight was unnerving, almost as unnerving as the realization that the child who'd once bathed his wounds had grown into a woman who could see clear to the bottom of his soul.
But Michael had never cowered before a worthy opponent, and he wasn't about to start now. He stepped closer. Then closer still. He halted only when his thighs were bare inches from her skirts, when his shoulders towered above hers and she was forced to crane back her neck to meet his gaze.
"I'm not afraid of you, Michael."
"You should be, Eden," he said huskily. "Very, very afraid..."
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"Can I have my pants back?" A wicked dimple flirted with his lips.
"Maybe." She narrowed her eyes at his bawdy show of humor. "Are you going to pack them in your bedroll and ride?"
"Now that's an interesting question, coming from a maid."
"That is not what I meant!"
"Isn't it?" Those strong white teeth flashed in a feline smile. "It seems to me a young, unmarried woman shouldn't be visiting her hired hand's digs in the middle of the night. Unless, of course, she has a certain kind of pleasure-riding on her mind."
Sera's jaw dropped. She couldn't believe he would think such a thing about her!
Well, okay. Maybe she had imagined kissing him with a reckless abandon. And maybe she'd imagined stripping off his shirt to feast her eyes on his rock-ribbed planes. But was that such a crime? Imagining?
"Why are you being so contrary?" she demanded. "I thought we were friends."
"So did I. Until I came in here tonight and caught you spying on me."
She caught her breath. "Jesse, I swear. That is not what I—"
With a speed reminiscent of his quick-draw, he ripped the denim from her hands and caught her wrists. She shivered a little when she recognized the hunger in his jungle-cat stare.
"Jesse, please don’t be angry with me—"
"I’m not angry with you, Sera. I want to do forbidden things to you. I want to do scandalous, bawdy things that will make you pant and gasp and shake with the sheer, wild pleasure of my kiss..."
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Adrienne deWolfe is a bestselling, award-winning author and book writing coach, who calls Austin, Texas, home.
Recipient of 48 writing awards, including the Best Historical Romance of the Year, Adrienne is the author of the bestselling Wild Texas Nights series of Western Historical Romances. She has also written a bestselling, non-fiction series, including, How to Write Wildly Popular Romances, How to Write Romance Heroes with Sex
Appeal, and How to Write Sensual Love Scenes.
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Table of Contents
Cover
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
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