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Since it’s getting cold here in Ohio where I live, I wanted to give you a snippet that is sure to heat you up. This is from my newest release To Growl or to Groan, which takes place in the fall and winter. It is book 2 in the Hidden Lines series, although it is written so that you can read it without reading book 1 (although I’d, of course, encourage you to check out both 😉 ). If you like what you read, buy links are to your right. Thanks for visiting my stop on the hop!
As nice as it is to kiss a hot, naked man, my clothes are seriously cramping my style. I pull back enough to mutter. “Clothes. Off.”
Jorge gets the idea, rising to sit on his heels. I sit up, pulling off my shirt, then fall back. He relieves me of my pants and panties, but leaves my socks on. This old building is a little drafty, and he knows how I hate to get cold feet. He takes care of me that way.
He wastes no time taking care of me in another way since we’ve been waiting long enough on the train and then the taxi ride here, not to mention the time it took to check in. I’m so ready I can practically feel myself orgasming just from his touch.
When he runs his tongue up my slit and over my clit, I shudder and jerk up so hard most of my back loses contact with the bed. He’s going to fucking kill me with his tongue. That’s all it will take. Not that I’m complaining—at all.
His tongue continues its work with renewed vigor, laving my clit until I’m one tightly wound nerve centered under his tongue. Nothing else is reality but the connection happening at my core. I rise higher and higher toward the pinnacle where I will explode.
Then he adds a finger, two, and my screams are deafening. The profanity flies freely from my mouth so fast it’s impossible to understand what I’m saying. Not that I care.
He pulls back and I melt into the bed, my eyes closed, my body a pile of useless muscles. I’m sure I have no energy left in me. Not even an ounce.
He slides his body up mine, leaving a trail of wet kisses and a tingling warmth in the wake of his sensuous mouth and hands. His touch sparks me to life, my body writhing of its own accord, my hips rising to increase contact with his body.
Turns out there is some residual energy in me. My tongue traces a path from behind his ear to his shoulder, where I lightly nip him. His taste is exquisite, a blend of man and spice. He moans under my touch. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer to me. Any space is too much.
His purr is loud; it acts as my vibrator, pushing me toward another climax before he even enters me. The slide of our bodies is enough to take my breath away, turn my brain to mush. All I can think about is this moment—the taste of his skin, the weight of his mouth on mine, the need to have him inside me, to meld until release.
It is as if we are one, as if there has never been any separation, never any running away. Only us, together. It feels so right to be in his arms, to taste his essence and mine mingling on his lips as I suck his lower one into my mouth.
He shifts position then, lines himself up with my entrance and slides in smoothly. Our lovemaking is effortless, comfortable and yet so erotic. I put all of my regret for running away, all of my gratitude for the strength he gives me, all of my love, all of myself that I have to give, into our exquisite union. I may not be able to speak into his mind this time, but I hope he feels my emotions in every kiss and caress and nip.
His hips pound into me, crushing me into the bed so I am cradled by the softness. The sensation pushes me out of my conscious mind. I can’t contain the scream that erupts as I shatter into another climax.
As I settle back into my body, into awareness of the moment, he still moves in me, slower now, languorous. Yet hard and slick, and God, my nerves are on edge again. My fingers claw into his back, holding tight to this moment, to him—my anchor through the storm.
He increases the rhythm again, groaning as he nears his own climax. My legs squeeze tighter around him.
It’s all sensation as we both peak.
Then we take a long dive down into rapturous oblivion.
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