And his enjoyment showed in his face. He totally got off on pleasuring her.
His hands skimmed along her legs as he lifted them, stopping briefly to drag kisses along the inside of her knees before bringing them forward to rest on her chest.
Completely exposed to him, he oiled a set of Ben Wa balls, rolled them slowly back and forth over her sex, and slid them deep into her. A throaty purr escaped her lips.
A torture of delicious sensation.
He raised and tilted and moved her hips, making certain the tiny balls massaged inside. Then he paused to run his hands up to fondle her breasts and pluck her nipples into peaked nubs. Every one of her nerve endings from head to toe was humming, but the ones at her core were starting to sing an aria, straining for his touch.
Which he obliged. As if painting her body, he used feathers, brushes, and pine needles, alternating stroking and pricking. Over her mound, along her inner thighs, across her bottom. Her body was inflamed, her slick core dying for the next phase.
With his fingers, he gently spanked her clit into swollen glory, then rubbed an ice cube over the engorged spot. She inhaled at the chilly sensation. When she didn’t think she could stand any more, he replaced the hard cube with his soft, hot mouth. Searing hot. She thrust her hips upward, feeling a brilliant sizzle and pop, like water hitting a frying pan, as that most sensual spot pulsed and warmed. The honeyed sensations grew even stronger. She cried out in delight. He sucked rhythmically, tilted and moved her hips, decreased the connection then increased the pressure dramatically as he thrust his tongue in long, lapping strokes. She pushed against him as her orgasm crashed over her, undulating spasms of pleasure.
And as she recovered, he pulled back, making feathery strokes with his fingers up and down the inside of her thighs. Sweet sensations. Electricity running beneath her skin. Her heart rate gradually calmed, but he allowed her to rest only a fraction before he began once more. This time, he slipped two fingers into her core, positioning them along the tiny balls and stroked her with long, slow pushes and pulls before gradually increasing the tempo. The exquisite pressure built in her… And somehow he touched her ass, which sent a thrill of sensation throughout her groin, down her legs, and up into her belly. She threw her head back and arched into him, and he descended upon that magical button and tongued her clit. She exploded, groaning deep in her throat, breathing hard, lingering in that pleasurable “other” place and savoring the throbbing warmth while he held her there.
Limp and drowsy, she rolled to her side, waking enough to become aware of her hand pressed tightly to her crotch. Disappointment wafted over her. It had not been a gorgeous man with strong, capable shoulders and a saucy smile. It had been a mere dream. Dammit. And the second one she’d had in as many days.
A dream, she realized, she’d like to slide beneath the covers and return to. A dream she wanted to make tangible. Whoa. Jared Michaels… He was a man she shouldn’t want. Period.
At that moment, the alarm clock broke into song. She turned the dang thing off, rolled onto her side again and pressed her legs together in tight denial. With a complaining groan, she rose, threw on some workout clothes and headed downstairs.
After grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, she opened the curtains so she could see the morning rise over the mountains while she exercised. She tuned on the DVD player and selected the most challenging Zumba routine available.
But the tune was a suggestive one, and the gyrating and twerking moves only made her imagine Jared watching her with approval in his eyes.
Not. Helping.
The music made it almost impossible to hear the doorbell chime. But when the trill registered in her befuddled brain, she jogged to the door, contemplating who it might be at this hour. With her eye to the peep-hole, she inhaled sharply. Jared. Immediately, she recalled that he’d said something about grabbing breakfast this morning. And she’d agreed to nine o’clock. How could she have forgotten?
With an inner groan, she gave herself a once over, taking note of her disheveled appearance. The rapidly swept-up hair, the work-out clothes, and the delicate layer of perspiration.
This was so not the best start for convincing him she was a savvy resort owner capable of keeping her customers safe and things running smoothly.
Should she bow out of going or invite him inside?
She stood taller, opened the door and met his expressive dark-brown eyes.
And darn, he looked—oh—so—irresistible.
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Stay tuned for Winter Heat, Part 2. Available September 15th.
In the next episode,
Kelsey realizes some sick bastard may truly be out to hurt her.
When Jared’s protective nature fans the heat escalating between them they land in a situation Jared never could have anticipated.
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About The Author
Larissa Emerald has always had a powerful creative streak whether it’s altering sewing patterns, or the need to make some minor change in recipes, or frequently rearranging her home furnishings, she relishes those little walks on the wild side to offset her otherwise quite ordinary life. Her eclectic taste in books cover numerous genres, and she writes sexy contemporary romance, paranormal romance, and futuristic romantic thrillers. But no matter the genre or time period, she likes strong women in dire situations who find the one man who will adore her beyond reason and give up everything for true love.
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Acknowledgments
Many thanks to my fabulous team of professionals:
Cover design: Robin Ludwig Design, Inc.
Interior formatting: Author E.M.S.
Content/copyedits: Karen Dale Harris
Copyedits: Daniel Poiesz, Double Vision Editorial
To my dad, Allan M. Mair
Who taught me to love the important things in life,
Danced with me for the thirteen years I had him,
And watches over me every day from heaven.
I love you!
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