by Zoe Dawson
“Promise,” I said.
Before she could say anything more, deny herself this, I kissed her. Like mad. Hot and passionate and blowing any control I had left right out of the water.
I overcame her, drowned her with sensations, and Evie’s legs softened like wet noodles. I trapped her against me with one hand, the other exploring her body with ruthless intent. She groaned as I enfolded her breast, and wildly thumbed her nipple, feeling a pulse of heat in my veins at her reaction, stirring every cell in my body and making them yell for more.
I ducked and closed my lips around her nipple, flicking and tugging, and there was no time to think, no thoughts allowed to form. My hand felt heavy, powerful, as it rode over her hip, pausing to squeeze, then slide between her thighs.
Suddenly she cried out. Her legs gave out. I parted her and pushed my fingers deep inside, stroking her toward a climax.
She breathed my name over and over, and I watched her writhe in my arms, my gaze searing down to watch her hips follow my moves. “Geezus, you turn me on.”
She gasped and huffed deep, hot breaths, clutching at my shoulders. “Win,” she whispered. She clawed up my T-shirt and exposed my chest so her mouth and hands could lick and tease and kiss.
“I want you on fire.”
“Then get these off!” She yanked my jeans open.
My fingers plunged into her softness, then retreated, over and over, never giving her a chance to catch her breath. Evie gave in, and leaned back over my arms, spreading wider, then hooked her leg around my calf and unbalanced me. We fell to the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, and she went crazy on my clothes, shoving my jeans down and diving her hand inside.
I groaned when she palmed me and flexed against her firm hold. “Damn, Evie. You’re killing me all over again.”
For a moment, I closed my eyes, savoring her touch, and Evie, she was a powerful woman, using that power on me like a boss, sliding her fingers over the slick tip of me, and I lengthened in her hand.
“On the edge,” she begged. “That’s where I want you.”
“There…” I growled, low and harsh.
She spread her thighs, urging me between, and guided me a little into her.
I trembled, pushing instinctively while my mind screamed wait! “Condoms,” I gritted, almost mindless with my hunger.
“Hurry,” she urged, clawing at my jeans.
I grabbed the box, and in my haste, condoms flew everywhere. Evie snagged one and ripped it open, rolled it over me, driving me even crazier.
I quaked down to my toes. “Damn, sugar.”
“I want this.” She curled her hand around me, jackknifing me into a rigid, all-out, body-slamming tornado of pleasure. “Inside me,” she whispered in my ear. “All the way.” The soft, erotic words pushed me over the edge and I thrust.
Evie gasped and arched, gripping my shoulders, then collapsed back onto the thick mattress. I held myself above her, plunging into her slowly. She was small and tight, and I felt the velvet vise grip me. It was heaven, a thick pulsing that pierced me to the core. I couldn’t get enough of watching her face. Her body rippled beneath me in response to the exquisite pleasure I gave her, and I murmured her name.
She watched me, too, avidly, absorbing my reaction, my pleasure, as I saw her barriers fracture. Her features softened, her brown eyes glowed with open desire, and I found what I was looking for in her life. Exquisite life, pulsating, reverberating, giving me back…all that I could want. My body inside hers was much more about joining together, than it was about body parts.
Oh, yeah, it was more, and I lifted her legs around my waist, then rolled so she straddled my hips. She blinked down at me.
“Take what you want, sugar.”
She laughed with a delicious feminine grace, and I prepared myself for a bumpy ride. Her hips moved, and I cupped them, working her bucking motion, driving up into her. But Evie took control, sapping the life from me with her deep, sizzling kisses, her hands leaving no part of me untouched. She was untamed and exotic, black Rapunzel hair spilling over her shoulders, caressing our bodies with silken strands, moving with her as she quickened.
Faster and faster, then she pulled me up to her, her hands cupping my face, her gaze locked with mine. It was sexy and personal watching her expressions, the flare of her eyes as she thrust back. She was coming. I could see it, feel it, and I wanted to tell her what she made me feel, but I couldn’t get the words past my tight throat.
“Win.”
I pushed her onto her back, my hips pistoning, and her hands clutched at my biceps.
She moaned and whimpered as if suddenly fighting her body.
“Look at me,” I demanded. “Don’t you close your eyes.” She focused on me, and for a second I slowed, leaving her completely, then thrusting deep. She arched to greet me, cradling my face and her eyes glazed.
“Evie.”
“I love you, Win.”
“I love you, Evie.” I kissed her, my thrusts quick and smooth as I whispered in her ear. “Let go, Evie. I’ll catch you.”
She was so alive in my arms. Her muscles clutched me, pushed me beyond the boundaries. In one hard thrust, I erupted and warmed her slick flesh, fusing to her.
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Evie
I felt a rush of pleasure so intense, so unfamiliar, my body hummed, and as if Win understood, he held me tightly and watched. My breath hitched, my body jerked and I flexed, melting all over him, pulling him tighter. He closed his arms around me as I rode the throbbing sensations with him. It went on and on, my body clamping and flexing around his, and I didn’t want to stop, or leave his arms. Or face the world.
He was so solid in my life right now. He was so close, so intimate, and I reveled in it. It was what I had wanted a love to build on, to savor, to experience and enjoy.
We collapsed, breathing in each other, and Win’s hand smoothed my spine while he watched my world come into focus. He fell to his side with me, nestling me in the curve of his body.
I felt shielded from the world, so wonderfully safe. “You do know you’re still wearing your boots.”
“You were in kinda a hurry.”
“Including your jeans.”
“Again, that’s all on you, sugar.”
“I did find the condoms. I get credit for that, too.”
“You do,” he chuckled. “You also get credit for the most amazing sex I’ve ever had.”
“Ever?”
“Ever.”
“Wow. Well, I guess we’ll have to really bring it up a notch the next time.”
“Next time? You’ve ruined me, woman. My control is shot to hell.”
I rose up on one elbow, meeting his gaze. His moved over me, as if searching for something he couldn’t see before, but now saw clearly.
“I guess that omelet is cold now,” I said wistfully, punctuated by my growling stomach.
He smiled and chuckled, nuzzling my neck. “I suspect it is. But I could warm it up for you, make up some toast.”
“Coffee?”
He nipped me with his teeth and said, “Oh, now you’re pushing it.”
“Could you serve it to me in bed, naked? I think that would be completely spectacular.”
He complied, and it was completely spectacular. He was honest and strong and, God, the sexiest thing on the face of the earth.
He settled down beside me and I shared my food with him. I would share the rest of my life with him.
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A Perfect Secret Series might have ended, but not the stories that abound in Hope Parish. Don’t miss Decon West and Minnie Tattersall in the Hope Parish novella, Beauty Shot. Deke arrives in New York City, a fish out of water. Who knew the girls would be so aggressive, throwing themselves at him. But Deke has his sights set on Minnie. Too bad she considers him much too young for her.
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Zoe Dawson’s Book List
Romantic Comedy
Going to the Dogs Series
&nb
sp; Leashed #1
Groomed for Murder #2
Hounded #3
Collared #4
Fetched #5 (companion novella to Hounded)
Handled #6 (companion novella to Groomed for Murder)
Tangled #7 (companion novella to Leashed)
Captured #8 (companion novella to Collared)
New Adult
Brave (Christmas novella)
Hope Parish Novels
A Perfect Secret Series
A Perfect Mess #1
A Perfect Mistake #2
A Perfect Dilemma #3
Hope Parish Novellas
Finally Again
Beauty Shot
Mark Me
Urban Fantasy
The Starbuck Chronicles
AfterLife #1
Erotica
Forbidden Plays Shorts
Monster Man #1
Hot Read #2
Illegal Motions #3
About the Author
Zoe Dawson is the alter ego of multi-published, bestselling author Karen Anders. Karen started her career because her grandmother gave her a book to read. That book made her fall in love with romance and started her on the trek to get published. She achieved that goal in 1996 with the publication of Jennifer's Outlaw for Silhouette. Even with many books under her belt, she can't wait for that next idea, that next exquisite sentence and, of course, the next hero and heroine who fall in love.
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