Rocky frowned. “Uh, Jared.”
“Hmm,” he said, licking his lips.
“Uh,...is it good?”
“You tell me,” he said. He poured honey on his finger and slipped his finger into her mouth. She swirled her tongue over his finger and sucked. The honey was amazing. She sucked away every last drop. He pulled his finger out of her mouth, and she noticed with satisfaction that his pupils had enlarged considerably. So had his erection, given the bulging of his fly.
“Lift your arms above your head. Let me see your full breasts beg for me, Rocky.”
She raised her arms to rest above her head and arched her back just a little. He dribbled honey all over her nipples.
“Now close your eyes for a few minutes, and think about me licking you everywhere.”
She shut her eyes, and heard him as he stripped of his clothes. She shivered. So ready for him.
“Open your mouth for me,” he whispered. She opened her mouth and he inserted a honey covered finger. She licked and sucked eagerly. “Now turn your head and open wider.” She opened as far as she could, and a honey drenched hot and throbbing penis slid into her mouth, she moaned with satisfaction, sucking deep and loving the sweet earthy taste of the honey with his masculine musk. His body shivered hard, and she opened her eyes to meet his gaze.
Dark and intense, vulnerable and needy. She couldn’t get enough of him. Shuddering as if he was about to lose his last hold on his control, he pulled out of her mouth. Moving to her head, he clasped her hands in his and leaned down and kissed her. He had honey in his mouth, warm and smooth. He fed it to her little by little. She drank from his lips.
Next, he left her mouth, and moved to her aching breasts. He laved each nipple to a hard point with his tongue, then sucked her deep into his mouth. She arched to him, lost within the hot pulse of desire storming through her. She’d missed him so much, needed this magic that only he could create between them. She reached for him, but he pressed her hands back.
“I’m not done yet.” He shifted to the bottom of the table, grabbed her knees, and slid her closer to him. Leaning down he licked her sex, swirling his tongue over and over her clitoris, as he lapped up the honey. Her hips bucked with every stroke, and her heart hammered harder and harder. He pinned her thighs down, opening her as wide as she could stretch.
“Come, Rocky. Let me see you come.”
“Not without you. I need you inside me. I want you inside me. I have missed you so much,” she cried, angling up on her elbows.
He stopped and stood, meeting her gaze. “I’ve missed you too. You don’t know how much. Especially when I thought I would never get to hold you again.”
She reached out to him, and he pulled her into his arms, kissing her, deep and long. She met him kiss for kiss. It was if the air and their bodies ignited. He tore open a condom, slid it on, and edging her to the end of the table, plunged inside her.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and they thrust together, sparking a sexual synergy that sizzled through her mind, body and spirit. The shuddering climax that swept her from the tip of her toes to the top of her head, stole her breath, shook her soul, and consumed her entire existence into the essence of him. She wasn’t letting go of him any time soon.
Jared let his orgasm flow through each cell of his body, and into the aching recesses of his heart. He treasured the very beat of her heart, every thought in her mind, every laugh on her lips, and every touch of her hand. He knew deep inside that he loved her. A man didn’t face his death and not know what he felt for the woman in his life.
He’d been so nervous for the past two weeks that he’d messed up his chance with her. That she would never be able to look at him with the same passion as she had before. He couldn’t believe that she wanted him just the way he was, but she did. That simple truth wrapped around his heart like nothing else in his life had before.
He wasn’t through showing her how he felt about her, and what he wanted to share with her in life, but there was time. For now, he could have his honey and eat it too, and sometimes that’s all a man needed.
Excerpt from WILD IRISH by Jennifer Saints
Weldon Series Book One
He should have stayed away, he thought, stepping deeper into the shadows as she drew nearer. He saw she was wearing the damn pearls. Of course she would, it was her day to wear the cursed things. He’d never forget what she and those pearls had cost him. Reporters, like sharks in a feeding frenzy, snapped pictures and yelled questions. Alexi ignored them all. He had to admire that, he thought, his jaw clenching in protest.
Where she was going?
He knew what it was like to be shark bait and Alexi was sailing through the water with her head held high, but even through the light rain he could see she was bleeding inside as she drew abreast of him. Tears streamed down her face and her full lips trembled. She stumbled and reached for something to break her fall, but only grasped air.
Shit. He rushed forward and caught her arm before she hit the ground, his instinct towards her stronger than his will.
"Oh!" She turned and surprise washed over her face. She breathed his name, as if he were an answer to a prayer. “Jesse.”
Hell, she still looked too damn innocent and vulnerable for his good. Twelve years and she still had the power to get under his skin even though he knew how deadly she could be. Maybe it was time to turn the tables, collect on what he missed and wipe her from his mind. She couldn’t be as good as he remembered her being.
Alexi blinked as heat invaded the chill that had stolen through her since she’d seen the pictures of Roger. She tingled as she looked at the rugged face and chiseled chest of the man who'd just saved her from falling. Half a day’s dark stubble covered his rough jaw; and his deep sea-blue eyes, crinkled at the corners from the sun, warily assessed her then stared at her mouth. Tension oozed from him. She had no trouble connecting the man to the wild devil who'd led her astray years ago then broke her heart.
Small towns had their good side and bad side of the tracks, and the wild Weldon boys had been known a time or two to paint their side a bit blacker. Jesse’s reputation had been the worst. She hadn’t believed that until he'd used her to steal from her family. Over the years, she’d heard from Jesse's mother Emma, who worked at the hospital, about Jesse’s stellar military career and security business in Washington D.C. Knowing he’d turned his life around made her glad, but didn’t ease the hurt he’d left behind.
“Still a virgin on the run after all these years, Lexi?” he drawled. His voice, as steamy and seductive as Southern summer day, challenged her on an elemental level, a sensual one.
"Almost," Alexi said, letting the last illicit picture she had of Roger fall from her grasp to the ground. She'd only ever been with Roger and he didn't count. Not anymore. She sucked in air, latching onto Jesse’s appeal. The reporters encircled them. Jesse lifted his hot gaze to her eyes and smiled.
"Almost?" Slow and sexual, his grin spread awareness through her. "Sounds frustrating. Interested in changing that?" He ran his finger under her chin and she caught her breath.
Yes, some part deep inside her shouted. Yes, she wanted to change that. Here was one situation her grandmother couldn’t smooth over with a lie. With the cameras rolling, Roger and her grandmother would get a clear picture that Alexi meant it when she said she wasn’t marrying Roger ever.
“Yes,” Alexi said to Jesse, stepping closer to him. Waves of his sex appeal washed over her. Waves she had no trouble remembering, though she'd only been seventeen when she'd last dipped into them. His nearness and touch sparked something inside of her that wanted to rebel against everything that had just happened to her. “Kiss me,” she demanded, loudly.
Jesse arched his brow and asked softly, "What’s your game Lexi?” He slid an arm around her and pulled her flush to his bare chest, her breasts to his smooth, hard muscle. Then his mouth covered hers. She gasped at the desire shooting through her as his demanding tongue entered her mouth and his
gaze dared her to respond.
She wound her arms around his neck, pressed closer to him, and met his tongue with hers. Surprise that she’d taken him up on his challenge filled his eyes and he hesitated, but only for a moment before he delivered a four-alarm kiss. He bent her back over his arm, inserted his leg between hers and had one hand cupping her bottom, no doubt knocking the socks off the gossip hounds surrounding them. In one kiss Jesse thoroughly ravished her from the inside out and she burned for more. By trying to deliver a message to her grandmother, Alexi wondered what message had she delivered to herself instead.
Jesse ended the kiss, but kept her captive in his embrace as he stared into her eyes. She ran her fingers into the silk of his hair and then surprised herself by kissing him again. His heat chased away the chill Roger had left inside her and she couldn’t seem to get enough of it. He groaned then and deepened the kiss. Her hands clung to his broad shoulders, feeling the heat of his bare skin and the strength of his muscled torso. The cameras continued to flash and the world swirled crazily around her as her heart pounded hard at the line she crossed by embracing a half-naked Jesse so intimately in public.
He smelled faintly of aftershave and some indefinable, but intriguing scent. His body, strong and sure, eased around hers, a balm to her chaffed emotions. Yet before she could lose herself in him completely, he eased back and stared hard at her. Emotion and desire collided in her heart, springing tears to her eyes. "Get me out of here, please," she whispered.
Cool cynicism descended into the heat of his gaze. "So that's your angle. You need a hero, even if it's a Weldon." Glancing up at the reporters around them, he cursed. "Well, your highness, these days I charge for services rendered, and I expect to get paid." He scooped her into his arms and rammed through the reporters. “I’ll be your hero for a price.”
"What do you mean by that?" she asked, struggling in his arms as he headed to the parking lot. Reporters followed.
Jesse stopped a moment to meet her gaze. A sensual promise curved his lips. “We’ll take care of the details later. The choice is yours, Lexi. Me or the sharks following us?"
"You," she said, wondering if she'd just made a deal with the devil in Georgia.
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Excerpt from SMOOTH IRISH by Jennifer Saints
Weldon Series Book Two
“I’ll finish up here. Head Nurse Litton wants you to go home before you end up on a stretcher.” Candy lowered her voice so that only Nan could hear. “You work too hard. How you can do double shifts without a complaint is beyond me.” The working conditions at Memorial Hospital were not ideal and many of the nurses felt the pressure of having to juggle too many patients with minimal help.
Nan bit her lip as a tinge of guilt heated her cheeks. She wasn’t as noble as Candy made her sound, at least, not since Jackson invaded Nan’s dreams. Now she not only worked diligently to reach her goals, but she also worked with exhaustion in mind. Too tired plus too tired equaled zero dreams, which meant no Jackson invasions...
Nan blinked, realizing Candy had spoken to her. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”
Taking the baby’s chart, Candy shooed Nan toward the door. “You better go home before you fall down. I said that major hunk Dr. Swanson came by the nurses’ station earlier asking for you and you didn’t even react.”
“Me?” Nan blinked with surprise.
“Yes, you. Don’t look so innocent. I saw him eating lunch with you yesterday.”
“That’s only because the lunch room was full and he was kind enough to invite me to his table when I walked by.”
“Uh, huh,” Candy said with a bright gleam in her eyes that said she wasn’t about to be fooled. “Out of all the people passing his table, he just happened to invite you to sit.”
“Yes,” Nan said. She was far too pragmatic to see Dr. Swanson’s invitation as anything but a simple kindness on his part. Brad Swanson was the most renowned neurosurgeon in the Southeast, a medical giant. If Nan had had an “A-list” for Mr. Right, Dr. Swanson’s dedication and determination would put him at the top of it.
Sure Candy was making too much of Dr. Swanson’s visit, Nan said goodbye to the new mother and baby and left the delivery room. Dr. Schwartz followed her out.
“Nan, congratulations on receiving the Lois Emerson Merit Award again. You deserved to be honored twice in a row.”
“Thank you, Dr. Schwartz. I was completely surprised. Once was wonderful. Twice left me speechless.” The award was given to honor excellence in nursing care. To Nan it meant she was one step closer to being chosen for the scholarship. That Dr. Schwartz recommended Nan, doubled the honor. Nan greatly admired the woman who balanced a career and a family.
“You’ve earned it. And I’ll be putting my recommendation in for you next year as well. This delivery might not have had as happy an ending, if you hadn’t have had the instinct to call me when you did.”
“I’m only thankful that both mother and baby are all right.”
“Thanks to you. Go home and get some rest.”
“You, too.”
“No such luck. I left my husband with six five-year-old girls coming over for my daughter’s birthday party that should have started an hour ago. Even though he’s a flexible kind of guy and completely supportive of my career, I’m sure he’s snatched himself bald by now. So I’d better hurry.”
Nan laughed as Dr. Schwartz hustled away. Careers didn’t necessarily make for a smooth family life. Nan made a mental note to add flexible to her Mr. Right list.
In the nurses’ station, Nan keyed a few quick notes into the computer and then logged off for the day. She settled back in her chair and breathed a sigh of relief that was short lived. When her gaze focused on the clock, she suddenly remembered that she was supposed to be at her friend Alexi’s house for a potluck BBQ. In ten minutes. She was too tired to rush and too tired to go, which was just as well. Since Alexi was Jackson’s sister-in-law, odds were he’d be at the BBQ and she didn’t need any more fuel to fodder her nightly fantasies of him.
She hadn’t seen him in months, but she could clearly picture every nuance of his bad boy persona. He was the devil who promised heaven in his every move, but offered nothing for the future. She’d grown up under a futureless cloud and she wasn’t ever going back there.
Digging her cell phone out of her purse, Nan dialed Alexi’s number, braced to face the riot act Alexi was sure to deliver.
“I’ve got your number, Sugar.”
There was no mistaking the deep sensual voice. Nan’s heart jumped and an oh-so-hot, sweat broke all over her body. Her voice, caught sideways in her windpipe, squeaked. “Jackson?”
“My name on your lips is a good start. Please Jackson is even better. Ever had phone sex, Nan?”
Air flew from her lungs. An army of hormones attacked her sensibilities and everything else she had too. Liquid fire, pooled, flowed, and stroked.
Oh, my! A quick glance around the nurses’ station told her no one had even noticed her. She should disconnect; pretend she hadn’t even called. That would be the smart thing...
Instead she griped her cell phone tighter, swiveled her chair to face the wall, and shut her eyes. His voice did things for which she was starved. A moment she told herself. Just a moment to relay her message to Alexi. Then she’d hang up.
“Afraid sugar?” Like smooth Irish cream, his voice glided and curled into a warm knot right where his deep tones stroked the most.
“No.” Since she’d forgotten to breathe, she sounded wispy instead of practical.
“Is that a no to sex via a live wire, or no to the fear.”
“Both,” she gasped, planning to ask to speak to Alexi just as soon as she caught her breath.
“Virgin ears. Mmm, that means I’ll be your first. Can’t you feel me? I’m right up against you. Feel the heat? My hands on you... my mouth. I can still taste your honeysuckle lips. I keep wondering if the rest of you is as sweet. Do you wonder
too, Nan? Wonder how all that explosive attraction would play out between us if we let it loose? Remember the kiss outside the bar against the wall that day? We almost made love right then and there.”
Nan gulped for air, she was drowning. Drowning in him again. She popped her eyes open, hoping that the images he evoked would evaporate. They didn’t.
“No,” she said desperately. “No, I don’t remember. I don’t wonder. Tell Alexi I can’t make it tonight. We’re all wrong for each other Jackson, sorry.” Nan cut off the call before she heard anything else to tempt her otherwise. She stared at the wall, stunned by how much her need for him had grown since she’d stopped seeing him.
“Nan?” A firm finger tapped her on the shoulder. “Anything wrong?”
She swung her chair around. “Dr. Swanson?” she said, trying to blink his golden blonde image into focus, but a blue-eyed raven-haired devil kept imposing himself onto her retina.
He waved his hand in front of her face. “The one and only, but please, call me Brad. You look tired.”
“I am a little,” she said, blinking again. This time her vision blessedly cleared and she latched onto Brad's GQ, Armani draped bod with both eyes like he was the last lifeboat before the flood. She gave him her brightest smile. “What can I do for you?”
His eyes widened. “You should smile like that more often. It’s quite breath taking.”
Nan’s jaw loosened with surprise at the personal compliment.
Brad shook his head as if bouncing out of a trance. “Ahem, well, I stopped by to ask you if you’d like to be my date for the charity banquet next Saturday. It’s not normally my sort of thing, but I thought if you’d like, we could, uh, go together.”
Had Mr. Famous Neurosurgeon just asked her out on a date in the middle of a colleague filled hospital? Nan shook her head to clear out the Jackson oriented cobwebs and saw Brad frown.
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