SeXTC
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“Mmmm, I could be.”
“I’ll convince you. You won’t need anyone else. Promise.”
“Show me.”
He grinned and wondered how he’d almost let her get away. What the hell had he been thinking? While it was too soon to really know where this was going, he wasn’t afraid to think about tomorrow, or next week.
“Give me that sexy mouth, and I’ll show you exactly what I’m talking about.”
She offered up her mouth and slid her hands up his chest, her fingers hot through the fabric of his shirt. Her minty breath was hot against his cheek as he nipped and kissed his way from her luscious mouth to the edge of her jaw. She shuddered when he licked the hollow beneath her ear. “Fuck this,” he said and picked her up. He carried her to his bed and dropped her there.
“No, fuck me, Donovan.”
“Listen to you. Here I was gonna be all romantic and slow and you’re rushing things.”
Kyla smiled lazily up at him from her reclined position on the bed. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes twinkled. When she lifted her finger and crooked it at him, he forgot all about slow and sexy. He growled and launched himself toward her, lowering his body onto hers. Damn clothes in the way. They had to remember to lose those before they got this far. He was just too…eager to have her. He held his weight off her, pressing his hips into her just enough to feel her wriggle beneath him.
“Is it too forward to say I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of you?” He reached down and slid a hand beneath her T-shirt to caress her soft skin. He wanted to go up, explore her full breasts until she moaned, then venture south and slip his hands into her soft, well manicured curls. They’d be damp with her arousal.
“If you don’t get rid of these clothes, we won’t get any of each other.”
Donovan rolled to his side and started to undress her. She shifted away, laughing, and quickly disposed of her clothes. “Well?” she teased. “You just gonna watch?”
“I…” he didn’t know what he was going to say, but he couldn’t get his mouth to cooperate. He reached up and fisted his shirt over his chest, amazed at the foreign feeling there.
“You want to say something?” All the shyness she displayed when he opened the door was gone. She lay back against his sheets, all pale skin and seductiveness.
“I’ll make the first move on this one.” He busied his hands pulling his shirt over his head and dropping his pants to the floor. “I want you. In my bed. In my life. Don’t know how, don’t know why but there’s just…something.”
He palmed her hips and lowered his mouth to kiss her stomach.
“Glad you said that. I didn’t really come here for sex.”
Donovan pulled back. “Kyla?”
“Make love to me. Tonight, tomorrow, next week… Not for your magazine articles, either.”
He hadn’t though of SeXTC since she had walked through his door. “The magazine is about sex. I have a feeling we’re gonna go a lot deeper than that before we’re done.”
“So? What are you waiting for?” Kyla grinned and pulled him down onto her for a deep, promising kiss.
For once in his life, he really, truly enjoyed foreplay. How she could change his view on things in one day, he didn’t know, but he wasn’t letting go, either. He wasn’t lying when he told her he wanted to kiss every inch of her flesh. There was no rush to pound out an orgasm inside her, even when her arousal flooded his hand as he finger-fucked both her entrances.
By the time he climbed above her, ready to enter her—to claim her, he understood the one thing that had eluded him his entire life. Sex was a connection. Kyla pulled him toward her, her nails scraping his skin. Her need was his want. He pressed the tip of his cock against her swollen pussy lips.
“Donovan,” she moaned. The sound of her name on his lips was incredible.
“Say it again. Say my name as I take you.” He entered her, closing his eyes as her body clamped down on him, her heat surrounded him. He finally got it.
“Donovan,” she whispered as she encircled his biceps and tugged him down.
“I’m heavy.”
“You won’t hurt me.”
Her taut nipples grazed his chest. Her breath was hot on his shoulder as he built up speed. Each thrust of her hips sent him closer to the edge. When he could barely see, when Kyla’s breath came in short gasps and her skin was damp with sweat, he lifted up on his arms.
“Look at me.”
He focused on her eyes as he slid his cock in and out of her. Raw emotions exploded in his chest as her orgasm slammed into her. A ragged cry tore from her mouth, which he accepted from her with a deep kiss. Her nails tore into his shoulders as she held him there, their bodies joined. She shuddered beneath him, the force of her contractions sending him flying. He fisted the bedding as he held himself deep inside her and let the blinding sensation rock him.
Now that was what sex was supposed to be about.
“I’m glad I came back,” Kyla said a few moments later. He’d thought she’d fallen asleep.
“Me too. Now we need to talk about the part where you don’t leave, okay?”
“Works for me.”
About the Author
Melani Blazer has a taste for the unusual. She loves books and movies that take her far from reality and test the edge of her beliefs. Which mirrors her writing. Instead of trying to curb her wacky imagination, she’s been able to morph it into sexy stories of were-leopards and mortal angels and sinister ghost-cars. Ideas pop into her head in the weirdest places, but often choose to challenge her in the shower or in those waking hours just before dawn. If she can catch them, she builds them into worlds and stories.
She’s been married nearly half her life (how can that be, when she’s still 29?) to her high school sweetheart who supports her, challenges her, and provides all of the enterta—research needed to write emotionally charged tales of true love (and hot sex). They spend their time raising their caboodle of cats, their teenage daughter and one another’s blood pressure. Oh, and they work on their own Hot Rod (a ‘71 Chevelle) together as well.
Melani welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
Also by Melani Blazer
Dante’s Relic
Hot Rod Heaven
Legend of the Leopard
Things That Go Bump In the Night V anthology
When I Close My Eyes
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