Sweet Insanity

by Marilyn

  “I’d love to meet them…and your friends.”

  “Good. Oh, God. Does this mean I’ll have to learn to get along with Blondie?”

  Men. She could envision the same response from Mark when he learned she was allowing Carter back into her life. “He’s my best friend, so yes. That’s exactly what it means.”

  “He is just a friend…isn’t he?”

  “Oh, Carter. How many times do I have to reassure you of that fact? He only kissed me and slapped my ass tonight to annoy you. Unfortunately, he doesn’t like you.”

  “The feeling is mutual.”

  She sighed. “I’m only too aware of that.”

  “But I’ll do my best not to kick his ass for your sake.”

  “I’d appreciate that, although you might not find it so easy to kick his ass. He can take care of himself.”

  “So can I.”

  “Good. Then maybe the two of you will learn to behave like adults.”

  “I’ll try if the white boy does.”

  “His name is Mark,” she reminded him.

  “Mark. Got it.”

  “I hope so because he means a lot to me, Carter. He’s been there for me through some of the darkest times in my life. I need and want to continue the close relationship with him without feeling as if I have to choose between the two of you. Please try to get along with him.”

  “I will, sweet. If things continue to be…unpleasant between us, it won’t be because I haven’t tried. Okay?”

  “Thanks.”

  He smiled. “Now. I also called my mother and told her about you.”

  She moistened her lips. “And?”

  “And she’s looking forward to meeting you soon.”

  “Oh, Carter, I’d love to meet your mom.”

  “What about your parents? My father died last year.”

  “I’m sorry. My parents live in Atlanta. Mom is going to love you.”

  “And your father?”

  She shrugged. “He was hoping I’d marry another black man, but since he was always living in fear that Mark and I would one day fall in love he’ll consider you the lesser of two evils.”

  “Charming.”

  She laughed. “Not to worry, handsome. I love you enough for my whole family.” She lifted his hand from the table, and kissed it.

  “God, I love when you do that.”

  “Do what?”

  “Kiss my hand.”

  She smiled. “You do?”

  He nodded. “I do. When I realized how much having you kiss my hand meant to me, I should have known I was in love you.”

  “Would you like to take me home and show me how much you love me?”

  “Oh, sweet. Yes. I ache for you.”

  “Then let’s skip dinner and go straight to dessert.”

  “You twisted my arm.” He looked around and signaled for the waiter.

  Fifty minutes later, she was naked with her breasts pressed against the wall near the door of her apartment as he slowly pushed his big cock between her trembling thighs and deep into her pussy.

  Lord, what an absolutely incredible sensation. She moaned and pushed her ass against his groin.

  Reaching around to finger her pussy and clit, he fucked in and out of her with hard, deep, delicious thrusts that sent chills of pleasure radiating all through her body. Sex with him went beyond the purely physical straight to the emotional.

  He pressed his lips against her ear, while caressing her belly with his free hand. “Oh, fuck. There’s no feeling in the world as sweet as being so deep inside you that I feel as if we’re two parts of one whole. God, I love you, Kira,” he whispered, propelling himself as deep inside her as possible. “I love your pussy and I love you.”

  “Tell me more,” she whispered. “Make verbal love to me.”

  “Every dark, luscious inch of your beautiful, voluptuous body enchants and delights me. I love the way your big ass feels against my groin as we make love and fuck.”

  Make love and fuck. Oh, hell, yeah. Such sweet, sweet words. Combined with the motion of his cock sliding in and out of her with the force of a relentless piston, it didn’t take long for her to peak and come all over the hard length still thrusting inside her with such magnificent gusto.

  Lord, what a cock. What a man! “I love you too, handsome. I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”

  “Believe it, sweet. I’m all yours.”

  All hers. Her cock…her lover…and her man. The bliss and sense of belonging to him she felt as they came within seconds of each other was insanely deliciously. Loving him and knowing he loved her made sharing such sweet insanity with him sheer magic.

  In Blood and Worth Loving 2: Lost Without You Excerpt

  © 2012 Marilyn Lee

  All rights reserved

  Chapter One

  “Do you mind if I sit for a moment?”

  Seated alone at a table for two, Jayvyn Redwolfe tore his gaze from the pretty, buxom brunette he’d spent the last fifteen minutes watching slow dance. He turned his attention back to the woman who stood to his left.

  The dim club lighting presented no obstacle to his giving her a swift but thorough inspection. Around 5’5”, she had dark hair and eyes, full lips, nice sized breasts and beautiful skin the color of milk chocolate. Although surrounded by women other men might consider more attractive, she gave him a slow, confident smile that sent a surprising rush of excitement through him.

  Maybe he wouldn’t regret having allowed Rayna to talk him into accompanying her for a night of clubbing after all. Abandoning his half-formed plan to ask the brunette to dance, he rose and moved around the table to pull out the chair opposite his. “I insist you do.”

  She gave him a sexy smile. “Then I’d better sit down.”

  “Yes. You’d better.”

  As she sat, her soft, subtle perfume filled his nostrils. Suppressing an almost primal urge to bend his head and inhale her scent, he returned to his chair to give her his full attention. And she was certainly worth a second look with her warm brown eyes, enchanting smile, and her absolutely alluring neck.

  She placed a hand on her throat. “You’re staring at my neck. Is something stuck here?”

  It was too early in the game to reveal his hunger. He flashed a quick smile while shaking his head. “No.”

  She placed her hand back on the table, exposing her lovely neck again.

  Jayvyn made an effort not to stare at the delectable region below her head. He glanced at the half-empty glass she’d placed on the table to her right. “Would you like another drink?”

  “Thanks but any more than this and—”

  “Don’t stop now. And what?”

  “And I become wild and unmanageable.”

  “Really?” He smiled. “Then by all means have another.”

  She arched a brow. “And make a spectacle of myself?”

  He leaned forward and spoke in a sotto conspiratorial voice. “I promise not to tell anyone if you do.”

  He watched yet another slow, sensual smile curve her luscious lips in response. “That’s a very generous offer.”

  He smiled. “I’m a very generous guy.”

  “Even so, for the sake of my reputation, I think I’d better stick to my limit.”

  Too bad. He glanced at her bare left hand. “Are you here alone?”

  She shook her head. “I’m with friends. We made the mistake of starting to dance as soon as we arrived. Now that we’re ready for a short break, we split up to look for seats to rest before dancing some more of the night away.”

  “Are your friends male or female?”

  “There are four of us. Two of each.”

  “Just friends?”

  She arched a brow. “I’m starting to feel as if I’m being cross-examined.”

  Maybe because you are. He flashed a brief smile. “Just friends?” he asked again.

  A frown furrowed her brow before she gave him a surprised look as if she expected him to already know the answer to the q
uestion. Finally, she shrugged. “We’re here as couples meeting a few other friends.” She lifted her glass to her slightly parted lips.

  Her mouth looked soft and deliciously kissable. Couples? Damn. “So that wasn’t a pickup line?”

  She moistened her lips. “A pickup…you mean you thought I was coming onto you?”

  “Weren’t you?”

  She tilted her head. “You ask that as if you’re used to women trying to pick you up.”

  “At the risk of sounding conceited, I am.”

  “Trust me. It does sound conceited.”

  His lips twitched with suppressed amusement. “Maybe so, but I know when a woman is flirting with me.”

  “Okay. Maybe I was flirting a little—”

  “A little?”

  “Okay. Maybe I flirted a little more than I should have.”

  “But?” He encouraged when she abruptly ended her sentence. “Go on.”

  “But it’s girls’ night out.”

  “Girls?” She appeared to be in her early thirties. “You don’t object to the term girl?”

  She shook her head, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “The older I get the less I object.”

  A human woman who didn’t take herself too seriously. Rare and interesting. And intriguing.

  “Before you misunderstand, I should point out I’m here with my date.”

  Lucky bastard. “You’re on a girls’ night out with a guy in tow?”

  Her lips twitched. “You make it sound worse than it is.”

  “You intrigue me. How bad is it?”

  “We have a unique relationship.”

  “Unique or kinky?”

  “Do I look as if I’m into kinky?”

  “Are you?”

  She gave him an annoyed look. “I know the difference between kinky and unique. I said unique and that’s what I meant.”

  “Ah. A woman who knows what she wants.”

  “Damn right I know what I want.”

  She might know what she wanted, but did she know what was good for her? “And it’s him?”

  “Yes. You have a problem with that?”

  “I’m not sure yet. I’ll let you know when I am.”

  She gave him a cool look. “Never mind. I really am sorry if I misled you.”

  Her gaze revealed no deception. Her voice betrayed no insincerity. Damn his luck. The first woman to excite him in years had plans for her Friday night that didn’t include him. “So you were just toying with me?”

  “Of course not. I don’t toy with other people’s emotions.”

  Emotions? Where the hell did she get off thinking she’d managed to toy with his emotions within the space of the few minutes they’d been talking? “Then?”

  She glanced around, as if looking for someone before she met his gaze again. “This was a bad idea.”

  Not from his standpoint.

  She stood up.

  He rose, staring across the table to lock his gaze with hers. The impulse to will her to remain proved difficult. But fifty years of living with Rayna had taught him how unpredictable human women were. The more a man tried to bind them, the more they struggled to be free.

  She sucked in a breath, looked away from him, and shook her head. “Sorry I imposed on you.”

  Her soft, sensual voice stroked his passions. He walked around the table to look down into her eyes, managing to resist the temptation to lean down and brushed his lips against her lovely neck. “What’s your name?”

  “I have a date for the night,” she reminded him. “And I’m not looking for other entanglements at the moment.”

  “Ah. I see.”

  “You see what?”

  “That this date of yours is so controlling he doesn’t allow you to even mention your name to other men.”

  He watched her lips compress and her dark gaze narrow. “You’re wrong if you think he or any other man controls me!”

  “I’m very glad to hear it. What’s your name?”

  “Cayenne.”

  “Cayenne? Like the hot peppers?”

  She nodded.

  “And is it an appropriate name for you?”

  A slow, sexy smile spread across her face. “I still have my moments.”

  He glanced at her neck. She filled the night with exciting possibilities. “Do you come here often, Cayenne?”

  “Do you?” she countered.

  “Why do I get the impression that if I say yes you’ll never come here again?”

  She laughed. Her laughter, like her smile, was warm and seductive.

  “Do you come here often?” he asked again.

  “When I’m feeling tense, I like to dance. I’ve been here a few times when I felt the need to unwind.”

  “Alone?”

  “No.”

  “Always with the lucky bastard in tow?”

  She sighed. “I don’t think he considers himself particularly lucky.”

  “Then why are you dragging his sorry ass around?”

  She frowned. “I thought you understood.”

  “You thought I understood what?”

  “That I want him back. You did agree to help me get him back. Didn’t you?”

  Rayna! Damn it. It would be a cold damned day in hell when he did anything to aid her getting back with a man who didn’t appreciate her. “If he doesn’t want you, fuck him.”

  “It’s not that easy.”

  “Why not? Don’t you think you deserve more than an asshole who doesn’t appreciate you?”

  “Yes. Of course I do.”

  “Then what’s the problem?”

  She compressed her lips. “There isn’t one.”

  “Isn’t there?” he challenged.

  She sighed. “Haven’t you ever wanted someone who didn’t want you anymore?”

  The bastard didn’t want her? “Not lately.”

  “Then consider yourself lucky.”

  The ache he heard in her voice touched a nerve. He softened his voice when he spoke again. “It stings?”

  “Like hell,” she whispered, her lips quivering.

  He brushed his hand against hers. “It will pass, sweet.” The endearment, the equivalent of which he’d only ever used with one other woman, tumbled from his lips.

  “When?” she asked.

  He inhaled slowly. What idiot had hurt her and made her look and sound so wounded? “Is he married?”

  She shook her head. “Not anymore he’s not.”

  “Are you married?”

  “Not since he isn’t.”

  “Ahh. He’s your ex?”

  She nodded. “Yes, but I want him back.”

  “I see.”

  She laughed. “I must have had too much to drink already. You’re so easy to talk to; I’m standing here telling my troubles to a complete stranger.”

  Rather than feeling like a stranger, she felt like someone he had ached to meet since he’d lost the only woman he’d ever loved.

  “You must think I’m an idiot. I’m sorry.”

  He shook his head. “Don’t be sorry. Let me buy you a drink and you can get it all off your chest.”

  For a moment, he saw a look of acceptance in her dark, beautiful gaze. Then she abruptly shook her head and stepped away from him. “Thanks for the offer, but I’ve had my limit.”

  “Then we can just talk or you can talk and I’ll listen and offer silent sympathy.”

  “You have no idea how much I’d like to accept, but—”

  “Then do.”

  She shook her head. “I’d better go find my friends.”

  “And the lucky bastard?”

  She shrugged. “I came with him.”

  “That doesn’t mean you have to leave with him.”

  She frowned. “I want to leave with him.”

  But not for long if, he had anything to say about it.

  Marilyn’s booklist:

  Marilyn Lee Unleashed

  Stormwaters 2: All of a Sudden

  Stormwaters: Family
Night

  Women of Substance: Just One Look

  Shana Mine

  Dream Lover

  A Cheating Situation

  Any Time Any Place

  Beauty Is Alisha Hoover?

  Blue Desert Heat 1

  Blue Desert Heat 2

  Blue Desert Tales: Courtesan Seduction

  Daughters of Takira: One Night In Vegas

  Daughters of Takira 2: Kyla's Awakening

  Daughters of Takira 3: Revelations

  Falling Hard

  Fantasy Knights

  Fantasy Knights 2: Endless Love

  In Blood 2-Lost Without

  Large, Shy & Beautiful

  Loving Large—Yours, Only And Always

  Loving Large 2—Yours, Now And Forever

  Marilyn Lee Omnibus I

  Marilyn Lee Sampler

  Marilyn Lee Sampler 2

  My Mother's Man

  No Commitment Required: Naughty Girls

  Primal Lusts

  Secondhand Lover

  Secret Lover

  Some Like It Male

  Soul Mates

  Taking Chances: Falling For Sharde

  Taking Chances 2: Nice Girls Do

  The Dare

  The Quest 1: Hunter's Passion

  Torn By Love

  Where You Find It

  Yesterday's Secret Sins

  Red Rose Publishing

  Sweet Surrender

  Sister’s Keeper

  Finding Love Again

  Betrayed By Love

  Song of Desire

  It Had To Be You

  One Sweet Night

  Tempting Neal

  In Blood And Worth Loving

  Eye of the Beholder

  Night Heat

  A Thing Called Love

  Summer Storm

  Skin Deep

  Ellora's Cave

  Night of Sin

  Bloodlust series:

  Conquering Mikhel Dumont

  The Talisman

  The Taming Serge Dumont

  Forbidden Desires

  Nocturnal Heat

  Midnight Shadows

  All In The Family

  Moonlight series:

  Moonlight Desire

  Moonlight Whispers