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His heated words shot through her veins like a drug. “I want to, Cole.” And she did. God, how she did. “But what if I freak out again?”
“Will you trust me to make sure that doesn’t happen?”
She had no reason to trust him, not when she didn’t know any more about him than his name and profession. And yet, there was something in his eyes, in the way he’d touched her so far tonight, in the way he’d kissed her, that had her feeling cherished.
Adored.
No one had ever made her feel that way before. Not just the sexual part, which was way off any chart she’d ever had, but the safety part.
Cole made her feel protected.
“What we’ve had so far tonight is only the beginning. There’s so much more, sweet Anna. Let me show you how good I can make you feel.”
She couldn’t hold back a shiver at his words. His arms were still around her, light enough that she could walk away at any moment, but she didn’t want to go. His erection throbbed hard and thick against her belly even through his pants, and she wanted what he promised.
Badly.
But now she knew for sure that she couldn’t do it on her own. Not without him helping her. Guiding her. Leading her.
Not without trusting him.
She’d thought a quickie wedding would be the craziest thing she’d ever done, but now she knew she was wrong. Sleeping with Cole, trusting him enough to give her body over to him, letting him learn what gave her pleasure—learning it for herself—was far crazier.
“I’ll trust you, Cole."
The relief that flashed across his features was quickly replaced with a darker, deeper desire than she’d seen yet and then he was picking her up and kissing her as he carried her back inside.
Into his bedroom.
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Cole didn’t throw her on the bed, didn’t crawl over her and keep kissing her. Instead, he set her on her feet again and said, “Turn around.”
Anna’s eyes flashed a combination of desire and that uncertainty she couldn’t shake at his command. But she did it.
“Good girl,” he said as he slid her zipper down and pushed her dress off her shoulders to the floor.
The fine hairs along her spine rose as his fingers followed the dress down. She moved to turn again to face him.
“Stay right where you are.”
“But I can’t see what you’re doing.”
“I know.”
Again, despite her reluctance to give up control, he hoped she was tempted enough by what he was offering to give it.
After taking a long moment to appreciate how good she looked from the back in nothing but a bra and panties, all soft curves and smooth skin—the anticipation of seeing her from the front nearly killing him—Cole said, “Don’t move a muscle.”
He could see how hard it was for her follow his instructions, even without seeing her face. She was all but bristling with anxiety as he walked over to his dresser and pulled it open.
“Tell me what you’re doing,” she begged.
God, how he liked to hear her beg.
“You’ll know soon enough,” he said, teasing her with his response. Despite what she thought she wanted, the fact was that not knowing what he was doing would make her even hotter.
And would help her let go.
That need to let go was exactly why he gently slid one of his silk ties across her eyes.
She reached for the blindfold, but he didn’t stop her. “I thought you were going to trust me, sweet Anna.”
Her hands stilled on the soft fabric. “But I didn’t think you’d be...blindfolding me.”
He had to press a kiss to the spot where her neck curved into her shoulder. But just the press of his lips wasn’t enough, he had to rake her skin with his teeth, had to begin to mark her as his.
His.
“Don’t think, Anna. Just feel.” He finished tying it behind her soft hair, tight enough that it wouldn’t slip, but not tight enough to hurt. “The blindfold will help.”
“How?”
Her whispered question made his cock so big it almost hurt. Because she was trusting him.
And he didn’t deserve that trust.
Damn it, he couldn’t go there. Not now. Not when he had a feeling the greatest pleasure he’d known yet was right in front of him, wearing his tie as a blindfold. Along with his ring on her left hand.
When she’d asked him not to betray her trust, they’d been talking about sex. He told himself that his answer had been totally honest. Enough justification that nothing was going to stop him from giving her the ultimate pleasure.
“No decisions. No choices. Just pleasure.”
He heard her breath catch, saw the flutter of excitement in the upper curve of her breasts where her heart was beating hard enough that he could see it jumping beneath her skin.
He picked her up again, her arms going around his neck to steady herself a moment before he laid her down on the bed.
With the blindfold covering her incredible eyes, he found himself enthralled by her mouth, a sweet and sexy cupid’s bow that was made for kissing. A vision ambushed him of Anna’s soft, red lips wrapped around his cock as she sucked him deep into her throat.
“You’re beautiful, Anna. So damn beautiful.”
Those perfect lips curved up into a tremulous smile. She blindly reached up for his face, running her fingertips across his jaw, over his lips. “Thank you,” she whispered.
Leaning down over her, he licked her lips, a long stroke from one side to the other. She opened up to him on a whimper and for the hundredth time that night, he lost sight of his plan.
Because just kissing this woman was better than fucking any other.
As her curves went soft and pliant beneath his, as he settled his erection against her wet heat and she bucked up into him, it took everything Cole had for him to remind himself that they’d been to this point before, where she was open and wanting, and she’d frozen up. If he kept at it like this, not using any finesse at all, odds were high that it would happen again.
Not because she was a tease.
Not because she didn’t want him as badly as he wanted her.
But because she was good girl.
And pleasure this extreme frightened her.
“Have I mentioned yet how much I love kissing you?”
“I love kissing you, too,” she said in that soft voice that was as warm and sweet as the woman beneath him.
“I want to kiss you everywhere, Anna.”
Her soft smile froze on her face at the exact moment that he took hold of her wrists and lifted her arms over her head.
“Cole?”
“Just relax, sweetheart.”
He’d never been one for pet names, had never bothered to force them out to get in a girl’s pants, but with Anna he wasn’t forcing it. She was sweet. So sweet he ached with the need to kiss her. To taste her. Working quickly, he drew another silk tie from where he’d been storing it around his neck and bound her left wrist to the right bedpost.
“How can I relax when you’re tying me up?”
Her earnest question had him smiling down at her. The kind of woman he usually slept with would be playing it up right now, moaning and putting on a show for his benefit.
But not Anna. Instead, she was telling him exactly what she was feeling every step of the way with beautiful honesty.
“Like this,” he said a moment before he ran his tongue lightly across the delicate skin on the inside of her wrist. “And this.” His mouth ran kisses from her palm around to her shoulder.
By the time he made it back to her face, he had to drop in for another taste of her sweet mouth. Her nipples were a hard press of heat against his forearms.
“Better?”
Her breath was coming in harsh pants. “No.”
“Maybe this will help.” With her limbs still rubbery from his kisses, he quickly moved her other arm into place and secured it to the bedpost. Moving back to stare down at her beauti
ful, half-bound body, he asked again, “Better now?”
“No, Cole. Please. I don’t know how to do this.”
“You don’t need to know, sweetheart. Not when your body already does."
Gently spreading her thighs with a hand on each leg, he inhaled her scent, more sweet than musky. His mouth watered with the urge to bury his face in her soft, wet folds, and taste her.
“Can you feel how wet you are for me?”
Her pink panties were soaked against her pussy lips. He pressed two fingers against her wet heat and she gasped, clamping her legs together around his hand.
Leaving his hand pressed in tight against her silk-covered lips, he asked, “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”
“But you’re the one touching me.”
Jesus, she had no idea how much her innocence inflamed him. Hell, he was as surprised by it as she was.
...Excerpt from GAME FOR LOVE by Bella Andre ©2011.
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LOVE ME
© 2011 Bella Andre
If there's one thing that Janica Ellis is absolutely certain of, it's that she and Luke Carson are totally wrong for each other. She's a wild, artistic and outspoken fashion designer. He's a type A, workaholic trauma surgeon (who just happens to be sizzling hot and her brother-in-law!). But Janica is about to be proven wrong when opposites attract...in the sexiest possible way.
After a life-changing night in the ER, Luke is desperate for escape - and relief from his personal demons. For five years he has fought his attraction to his sister-in-law, but when he's pushed too far, he can't fight it another second. He needs her. Desperately. He's spent his whole life doing the right thing. For one night, he's going to follow desire instead. Straight into Janica's arms.
Janica can't believe Luke is finally at her front door...and that he's kissing her like he's been waiting his whole life to touch her. But even as their sensual connection deepens with every touch of skin on skin - and the man she always thought was such a good boy turns out to be sinfully, toe-curlingly bad between the sheets - Janica soon realizes she wants more than Luke's body. She wants his heart too. But what will Luke do when one night of extreme passion turns into an all or nothing proposition?
Enjoy the following excerpt for LOVE ME...
Janica couldn't get enough of Luke.
She could feel the warmth of his skin beneath his clothes as her hands roamed down his back, then back up and across his broad, muscular shoulders, but it wasn't good enough. She wanted to know the feel of him beneath her fingertips.
Skin on skin.
Let the love begin.
Oh yeah.
She couldn't remember ever feeling like this, so utterly consumed by a man, so frantic to get him naked, to feast her eyes and hands and mouth on every inch of his body. Sex had always been at the top of her favorite-things list, but this desire—this total, all-encompassing need—was something else entirely.
So different, in fact, that as she yanked his T-shirt out of his pants and broke their kiss long enough to pull it up over his head, she started freaking out a little bit.
Because with his torso bared before her, with all of that hard heat at her disposal to caress and run her tongue across, she wanted so many things so powerfully all at once that instead of being able to do any of them she found herself paralyzed.
Pressing her hands flat against his chest, she could feel the beating of his heart against her palms. A hard, fast pounding that mirrored her own heartbeat.
So many years she'd dreamed of this moment, so many years she'd thought it would never come, and now that it had, she felt almost frightened.
She lifted her eyes to his at the exact moment that her heart said, I love you.
No.
She stumbled back from Luke, or tried to, but his arms were faster than she was.
She hadn't read love in his eyes at any point so far tonight, only lust. Pure lust. And now he was saying, “Yes or no?” in a low voice that rumbled through her entire body like a sensual earthquake.
Oh god. It couldn't be true.
She couldn't be in love with Luke.
Of all the stupid things to feel for him, love was definitely the stupidest.
She swallowed hard, made herself locate her voice, which felt like it had dropped way down deep into her toes.
“To what question?”
“Tonight. This. You and me.”
Ah, now she got it. He was asking her if she could forget about who they were. About their past. About how this could thoroughly complicate their future. He was asking her to make a choice between risking everything she was for this one night...or running scared from it.
She hadn't been afraid of anything for a very long time. So why, she wondered helplessly, was she afraid now?
And why had her brain actually thrown the word love into the mix?
His hands were warm on the small of her back, just above the curve of her ass. The heat of his bare chest radiated out to her as she stood in his arms. A bone-deep longing to shut her eyes and lay her head against him while he held her close hit her hard.
God, what was wrong with her tonight? Here she was on the verge of getting everything she'd ever wanted and instead of grabbing Luke with both hands, dragging him to her bedroom, and having her dirty way with him, she was freaking out.
“Yes or no?” he repeated.
She tried to say yes, but all she could get out was, “You already know the answer.”
He shook his head, just as she'd known he would. He wasn't the kind of man you could fool. He was too smart. Too quick.
“I want to hear you say it, Janica. I need to hear you say it.”
His need rocked through her. She couldn't say no to him. Just as she couldn't say no to herself, to her own desperate need.
She licked her lips. Opened her mouth. Finally whispered, “Yes.”
That one small word was all it took for him to take over. His hands moved so fast from her back to the low neckline of her short black dress that her breath caught in her throat.
Through the thin fabric she could feel his hands on the curves of her breasts and her nipples beaded almost painfully. Because she was small enough to let the built-in bra in the dress do the work of keeping everything in place, her nipples jutted out at him, silently begging him to touch her.
A split second later, he ripped the front of her dress open, fully exposing her breasts to his hungry eyes.
She gasped in shock. Who was this man, she wondered as she instinctively moved to cover herself.
Before she could, his hands came around her wrists to hold her arms at her sides.
“No. Let me see you.” His chest was rising and falling hard. “I've waited so damn long.”
His eyes burned her skin, causing a flush to travel all across her breasts. But the heat did nothing to stop her nipples from hardening further.
“My God, you're beautiful.”
No one had ever looked at her this way, like she was absolutely, impossibly perfect.
“So beautiful, Janica, I can't believe it.”
She tried to say something but she still couldn't catch her breath. Not with her dress ripped open to her waist. Not with Luke's eyes drinking her in. Not with those wonderful things coming from his mouth.
Not with her wrists immobilized by his strong grip.
And then he was bending his head down and she felt the first flutter of his soft hair against her collarbone as he lowered his mouth down over one breast.
A low, uncontrollable moan of pleasure shook her throat. She wanted to put her hands on the back of his head, hold him there forever against her, but he wouldn't let her go.
All she could do was stand there and let him taste her.
Oh my god. His tongue. And then—yes, yes, yes!—his teeth were lightly scoring her sensitive flesh.
“Luke.”
His name was a plea. For mercy.
Or maybe, for the exact opposite.
And that was when she realized he understood her better than she did herself, because instead of letting up, instead of giving her a chance to catch her breath, he shifted his dangerous attention from one breast to the other.
The touch of his lips, his tongue, the dark stubble on his jaw, stroking across her untouched skin, sent another jolt of pure desire through her, head to toe, strong enough that she didn't know how her body was managing to hold it all inside without breaking apart.
She arched into his mouth to get closer, every cell in her body focused on three square inches. His jaw was covered in rough stubble and she loved the way it felt as it scraped and scratched against her skin.
And then his mouth was traveling up over the small curves of her breasts, across her collarbone, settling in the hollow. His tongue tasted her there, and it struck her that feeling Luke's kiss on her shoulder was one of the most erotic moments of her life, outranking every orgasm she'd ever had with anyone else.
She wanted to taste him too, wanted to run her hands and mouth over every inch of his beautiful body. But he was still holding her too tight.
She tried to pull herself out of his bonds and his hands tightened on her wrists.
He pulled his mouth away from her skin. His eyes were dark, dangerous.
“Don't fight me. Not tonight.”
It wasn't just the sensual spell he had wound around her or the look in his eyes that had her giving in. It was the fact that those five words, said in such a commanding voice, held not only more desire than she'd ever known, but also more pain.
Luke needed her.
She'd never been the kind of woman who looked for broken men to try and heal. But Luke wasn't just any man. He had always been special. Even when she wished he wasn't.
She'd been waiting for five years – no, a decade or more - for this moment to come to fruition. And now that it was here, she would willingly walk down whatever path he wanted to lead her down.
Deep down, she knew that Luke Carson was destined to give her great pleasure. Bigger and better than she had ever dreamed was possible.
And, if dreams really did come true, maybe he'd give her even more than pleasure.