Bad Boy Christmas: Box Set
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He’d taken a shower and then they’d had a dinner of roast chicken, new potatoes, asparagus, and salad. Just as they were finishing, he’d received a phone call and he’d had to leave to take care of a problem on the ranch.
The French doors leading from the kitchen opened behind her and she sensed Zane’s presence even before he put his hands on her shoulders and started massaging them. She leaned back against him, resting against his chest. It felt completely natural and comfortable.
“How are you doing?” he asked, his voice low.
“Good.” She tilted her head and looked up at him. “That feels wonderful.”
He kissed her behind her ear then took her by her shoulders and turned her around to face him. He brought his head down and his mouth hovered over hers for a long moment.
“You’re beautiful, Jessie. Inside and out.” He slipped his fingers into her hair at her nape, causing her to shiver. His breath was warm against her lips as he spoke. “I can’t believe how crazy you make me. No woman has ever made me feel this way.”
She moved her mouth to his and kissed him. He drew her close, enveloping her in his firm embrace, his arms comfortable and familiar despite the fact that she had known him such a short time. He kissed her with intensity, like he had when they’d picnicked yesterday.
Her heart rate picked up, warmth flooding through her the deeper they kissed. His hands moved beneath her T-shirt and caressed her bare breasts. His fingers moved to her nipples causing her to moan against his lips.
His breathing was heavy, matching her own as he drew away. “Come on.” He took her by her hand and led her along the patio to a French door at the opposite end. When he opened the door she saw that it let into a huge master bedroom. He locked the door behind him and still holding her hand, walked across the room and locked the other door, then turned on a single dim light.
He placed his cowboy hat on a bureau, then caught her by her shoulders and kissed her again. She didn’t just want a kiss, she wanted more of him and she reached for his belt buckle. He moved her hands aside as he grasped the bottom of her T-shirt and she raised her arms as he tugged it over her head. The air in the room felt cool on her bare skin.
She had small breasts that were so sensitive that she could barely breathe when he grasped them, lowered his head, and licked and sucked her nipples. It was the most incredible feeling.
The way he looked at her when he raised his head made something dip in her belly and warmth to flood through her body. It was too soon to have fallen in love with him… Wasn’t it? Was there really such a thing as love at first sight, first touch, first kiss?
Just being around him made her feel special. Feel wanted. Maybe even loved. If she believed in reincarnation she’d have thought that she had loved him in another lifetime and their hearts and souls knew each other.
His hands found the button on her shorts and they dropped to the floor when he pulled down the zipper. She kicked off her sandals and her shorts at the same time.
Now wearing only royal blue panties with black lace, she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled him down for a kiss as she pressed her body to his.
She loved the rasp of his shirt over her nipples and the roughness of his jeans against her mostly bared skin. His kiss rocked her as he brought her tight to him and kissed her with pent-up passion that he’d been holding back until this moment.
He moved his palms over the silky panties and caught her by her ass and raised her, and she wrapped her legs around his hips. As he squeezed her ass in his palms, his cock pressed against her center and she squirmed with need to have him inside of her.
“Please.” Her voice sounded raspy. “I want you. I need you.”
“Hold your horses.” He smiled down at her but his expression was almost pained, like he was having trouble restraining himself. “I intend to take this slow with you.”
“Screw slow.” She knew her voice sounded urgent. “I can’t wait.”
“You can.” He tipped her head back using his finger beneath her chin. “And you will.”
Excerpt…Seraphine Chronicles: Forbidden
~Erotic Romance~
By Cheyenne McCray
Candlelight flickered across Liana’s skin as the last of her clothing pooled at her feet. The scent of jensai blooms floated through the open window on an evening breeze, the balmy air easing over her body like a lover’s caress.
Liana stood in the center of her bedchamber and closed her eyes, a vision of the dark stranger filling her senses. As she tilted her head back, her hair brushed her bare buttocks like a whisper of moonlight.
Like she imagined the man’s touch would be upon her skin.
Even as she moved her hands to her naked breasts, she was aware of the nordai’s passionate night calls outside her cottage. But the raven’s cries faded as the stranger’s image burned in Liana’s thoughts.
Black eyes that had followed her as she had made her way through the tavern. Sensuality simmering beneath the surface of his stare. Ebony hair brushing his broad shoulders. A scruffy hint of a beard along his arrogant jaw. Muscles that flexed with every movement as he towered over her.
Visualizing the stranger’s callused hands upon her body, Liana caressed her taut nipples with her palms. She could almost smell the man’s woodsy scent, a hint of which she had caught when she had brushed past him in the tavern. She had shivered from the slight contact, but kept her gaze averted, every nerve ending ablaze with wanting him.
How could she desire a man she had never seen before today?
How could she desire any man when it was forbidden?
A moan eased through Liana’s lips as the vision of the stranger’s touch grew stronger. She imagined his tanned fingers covering her pale breast, his callused palm chaffing her sensitive nipples. She could feel the black hair on his powerful arms brushing her skin. Her body ached with desire, ached with need. A need she did not understand how to fill.
There was only one being with whom she was supposed to mate—but no. She would not allow that reality to spoil the erotic fantasy weaving through her mind.
She had never mated with a man, for it was forbidden. She had heard lusty tales told by her heart-sister Tierra and the tavern wenches, but Liana had never had such an intense desire to experience such a joining—
Until him.
Her belly quivered as she eased one hand down her flat stomach to the tangle of curls between her thighs. Where it was forbidden to touch herself. The place that now ached to be stroked, as though that might ease her wanting of the stranger.
Liana’s tresses moved as an extension of her thoughts, sliding over her naked skin like she imagined the stranger might touch her body. His hands would be slow. Gentle. His mouth would feel hot on her lips, her breasts, her belly, leaving a trail of fire wherever he touched.
Burning.
About Cheyenne
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cheyenne McCray’s books have received multiple awards and nominations, including
*RT Book Reviews magazine’s Reviewer’s Choice awards for Best Erotic Romance of the year and Best Paranormal Action Adventure of the year
*Three “RT Book Reviews” nominations, including Best Erotic Romance, Best Romantic Suspense, and Best Paranormal Action Adventure.
*Golden Quill award for Best Erotic Romance
*The Road to Romance’s Reviewer’s Choice Award
*Gold Star Award from Just Erotic Romance Reviews
*CAPA award from The Romance Studio
Cheyenne grew up on a ranch in southeastern Arizona. She has been writing ever since she can remember, back to her kindergarten days when she penned her first poem. She always knew one day she would write novels, hoping her readers would get lost in the worlds she created, just as she experienced when she read some of her favorite books.
Chey has three sons, two dogs, and is an Arizona native who loves the desert, the sunshine, and the beautiful sunsets. Visit Chey's web
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