Spicy Excerpt
Moisture pooled between her legs, and despite her best efforts, she couldn’t catch a full breath. She panted. Panting for a man she had known for all of eighteen hours. Who would’ve thought?
She heard the bed shift like a live object in the room as he stood up.
Her eyes didn’t waiver from him as he moved, softly padding closer to her.
His fingers lightly caressed her side, pausing at the swell of her breast, moving to the curve of her hip.
Turning to face him head on, she saw the blatant heat in his gaze and sucked in a breath like a drowning victim.
“Jake, I…”
He cut her off with the touch of his finger to her lips, stopping all protests. She stood frozen in place. She wasn’t sure exactly what she wanted him to do, so she let him cast his spell on her.
His finger left her mouth and trailed down her cheek, neck and across one of her breasts.
It paused on her beaded nipple. She arched her back, thrusting her chest into his hand, trying to alleviate the ache.
He lifted his other hand and moved his finger down her face to her other nipple.
She could only stare into his eyes. Mesmerized by his gaze and the knowledge that the only place he touched her were the tips of her breasts, she reveled in the warmth that seeped through her body.
She’d never felt so alive and innocent all at once.
His fingers drew little circles around her beaded nipples. “You like this?”
“Mmmmm.”
He leaned toward her, and before she closed her eyes for the kiss, his lips met hers. He didn’t move, just gently let his lips lie against hers.
The painful slowness of the whole thing drove her mad.
In a sudden move, that made Jake jump, she pulled him into a tight embrace pressing them chest-to-chest and pelvis-to-pelvis.
She stroked his bare back with her fingertips, loving the feel of this actual flesh and blood man under her hands.
He moaned, as he entered her mouth with his tongue.
She liked it when he nipped and teased her lips.
The kiss spiraled out of control - prompting Ella to grab his scalp and shoulders while meeting his tongue, lunge for lunge.
She could feel his arousal straining against the zipper of his jeans. It both terrified and excited her. Knowing that in the next few moments he’d unburden her added to her already heightened arousal.
“Impatient, aren’t we?” he joked softly.
“You’re trying to kill me.”
“Only making sure that you’re ready, and that we have the proper mood.”
He kissed her again, and she wasn’t sure, but he seemed to be going slower this time, making each move count, drawing her deeper into his sexual haze.
He made love to her mouth as he kissed her.
She’d never been so thoroughly touched before, and she attempted to catalogue every sensation and feeling.
He lifted her tee shirt over her head revealing the pink scrap of demi bra she knew he’d seen while on the bus.
“You are so beautiful,” he murmured. “Take down your hair for me.” It was a gruff desire-filled order.
She nodded and lifted her arms behind her head to loosen the bun.
Her breasts rose above the top of the bra and he smoothed his finger across the line of sensitive flesh, then retraced the path with his warm, wet tongue.
Helpless, Ella didn’t dare move. Her eyes fluttered closed and she stood there, hands in her hair, not twitching a muscle.
He slid his hands to the bun behind her head and pulled the remaining pins out, freeing her it from the knot, letting it cascade down her back.
He entwined his hands with hers, pulling them both through her silken, tangled hair. Once free from their hands it spread like a curtain behind her, copper gold in the soft light of the room.
Jake reached up into her hair, lifted a section and inhaled. He moaned. “You smell like heaven. I don’t know why you’d ever wear it up. If you were my wife, I’d never allow it in that stuffy bun.”
Ella let the slip go. She considered reminding him that she was his wife. For now, she wanted to revel in the sensations he created only for her. If it helped him get more excited not to remember they were wedded, she wouldn’t correct him.
Jake unfastened her bra as he lowered her onto the bed.
Unexpectedly he turned away and walked into the bathroom.
She lifted her head and shoulders to get a better view of him.
Anticipation surged through her body, and she impatiently waited for him to return.
He came back into the room, carrying two towels, which he tossed over the camera in the wall above the mirror, and the one in the flowers.
He leveled his gaze on her and smiled conspiratorially.
With two steps, he joined her on the bed, sweeping her into a searing kiss.
He pulled the pink scrap of fabric off her arms, baring her breasts to his hungry view.
His eyes bored into her soul, searching for all her secrets.
At this moment, she’d tell him anything.
She’d been waiting for this her whole life.
He cupped her breasts in his large, warm hands, allowing his rough thumbs to scrape over her nipples.
She moaned softly, shutting her eyes for a minute.
She felt his fingers on her jeans, undoing the snap and pulling the zipper down.
She cursed the plain pink undies she’d put on this morning rather than switching into the red flame ones that hadn’t even made it out of the bag.
She hadn’t thought this all the way through.
When she’d gotten married this morning, she never imagined she’d be here with this man who seemed a walking, talking contradiction: soft one minute, rude the next.
If he wasn’t such a jerk, he would almost be too good to be true.
The thought made her open her eyes. Was Jake better than her fantasy man?
He was handsome in a jock sort of way. His muscles were more defined, and harder than she’d ever seen or felt.
He had experience in how to do…yeah…that…
she thought as he pulled her pants and underwear off in one motion, letting his fingers lightly trail down her hips and thighs.
She raised her hips up in answer to his touch.
Enough thinking, just enjoy, she told herself.
“Jake.”
“Patience. It gets better.” He lowered his head and licked her belly.
White-hot need shot through her. She wanted more, so much more.
She let her hands talk for her, trying to convey her need by touching him on his arms, shoulders and running her hands over his short hair.
He was an amazing combination of soft, hard and hot.
He swooped forward covering her newly naked body with his.
He nipped her lower lip then sucked it in, pulling it between his teeth.
She let her hands run over the planes of his back, loving the feel of him.
Would she ever get enough of touching him?
His muscles were tense, holding his weight just above her except for where they were pelvis to pelvis.
Her nipples ached to make that final contact with the solidness of his chest, just out of reach.
He shifted again and she inhaled in a ragged deep breath. She smelled the musky, male scent that clung to his skin. He growled. She wasn’t sure if it was at her or himself, but she no longer cared when he latched on to her nipple with his mouth and gently bit down.
She arched her back wishing she’d known this pleasure years ago.
She might have been a completely different woman.
He gave the same attention to the other bud while he ran his hands over her waist and hip, teasing her by riding over the front of her hip and then cupping her ass.
He pulled her to him and she felt his hard, pulsing erection pressing into her hip.
She wanted to touch him, give him the same pleasure, but she became suddenly unsure.
Was there etiquette to grabbing a man’s penis?
She hated that the prim and proper side of her chose this moment to rear its ugly head.
She shook her head to clear it. She wouldn’t give all this up for Miss Manners. She’d wait until he undressed for her…then she’d take her time giving to him as he gave to her.
She squeezed her thighs together to try and stop the pulsing need that had gathered there.
“Easy,” he whispered against her chest.
Finally, she thought as he let his hand snake between her thighs and touch her where she needed it the most. Sensation crested over sensation.
She squirmed in an effort to bring his fingers closer to her core.
He moved his kisses lower, nipping her first, then soothing her with his tongue.
He turned his head and let the stubble on his face rasp her sensitive skin.
The shift in texture sent her to the edge of a cliff she didn’t realize she’d been standing on.
“Jake. I need you naked now.”
“Shhhh.”
“Now. Jake. I want you now.”
He smiled at her. “I want to taste you first.”
She watched him as he lowered himself between her thighs. He looked like a tiger ready to pounce. Finally, he lowered his head.
Time stood still for the moment it took him to touch her.
She held her breath, her body quivering in anticipation.
Her muscles clenched when he ran his tongue over her sensitized skin.
Her pelvis lifted off the bed. He clasped her butt cheeks and held her with her hips off the bed.
Their eyes made contact and she shook at the recognition of the emotions swirling within his dark eyes.
He never took his gaze from her as he sucked over her sensitive nub, gently swirling his tongue until she screamed his name. She squeezed her eyes shut as wave after wave of sensation slammed into her while the most powerful orgasm she’d experienced wreaked havoc on her body.
In a haze, she felt him lower her to the bed.
Using what little strength she had left, she opened her eyes to see him standing next to the bed.
He was still half-dressed, but he shot that grin at her.
She was sure he’d undress now and she’d get the chance to touch him.
His arousal pushed out into his jeans, and she was ready to release him from the restriction and pleasure him. Fair was fair.
“That was great,” he said roughly, coughing. “Call it lesson number one.” He scooped up his shirt from the floor, put it back on and went into the bathroom.
Ella looked after him in confusion. Lesson one? He was done? No sex? What happened to all the macho talk of helping her out? She felt royally gypped. Pulling the blanket off the bed, she wrapped it around herself and stomped to the bathroom door.
“What’s going on, Griffin?”
“Nothing,” he said, brushing past her.
“Nothing? Are you kidding me?”
“Why are you angry, Ella? Have you ever had a man do that to you?”
She shook her head and shrugged.
“I’m going out for a while.” He opened the hallway door and walked away.
She worked up to a full head of steam in seconds. How dare he act as if he was God’s gift to women? How dare he walk out on her? Naked, having dropped the blanket after he left, she ran to the door yelling down the hall after him.
“You self righteous jerk. I could have done that part myself. It’s over, mister.” She stepped back into the room and slammed the door. She would not be his charity case nor would she be a student to his overblown ego. He’d made a mistake messing with this broad.
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