Rhythm of My Heart s-3

by Jess Dee

  Her answer caught him in the chest and his heart stumbled over a beat. “It does?”

  “Whatever you say, I feel it on my skin. At the coffee shop, your words were like hot honey running down my neck.” Her breathing slowed. “Lying on the couch now? I asked questions just so I could hear you answer. If we hadn’t just had sex, I’d have been totally aroused. And now, after you’ve come…your voice sounds…feels like a million silky fingers roaming over my breasts and my stomach…and lower.” One of her hands hovered in the water, and she dragged her nails across her nipples and moaned. “Your voice feels like the first flutters of an orgasm.”

  Nathan watched, speechless. For the life of him, he could not think of one single response. It wasn’t as if he’d never heard a compliment about his voice before. Hell, his entire career revolved around his vocals. It was the way Sophie said it. As if his voice alone could bring her sexual fulfillment.

  She caressed her breasts without opening her eyes. “Talk to me, Nathan. Say something. Anything.”

  Still he stared, dumbstruck. Watching her stroke herself was possibly the sexiest thing he’d ever had the pleasure of witnessing.

  Her arm stilled. “Nathan?”

  “No,” he objected. “Don’t stop. Let me watch you touch yourself.”

  Sophie let out a small moan and pinched a nipple between two fingers.

  Nathan swallowed. “Do you have any idea how much of a turn-on that is?”

  “What?” Sophie whispered.

  “You,” Nathan whispered back. “Pleasuring yourself to the sound of my voice.”

  “Do you have any idea what a turn-on your voice is?” Sophie asked.

  “Show me.” Nathan bit the inside of his cheek. He wanted to touch her almost as much as he wanted to watch her. “Move your hand lower.”

  Sophie froze.

  “Don’t stop, sweetheart. Listen to me. Move your hand lower.”

  Ever so slowly, Sophie complied. She dropped her hand from her breast to her stomach.

  “Lower still.” Nathan stared through the water at the distorted image of her hand. “Run your fingers over your clit.”

  Sophie shivered. Her shoulders tensed. Water rippled around her chest. He couldn’t see clearly through the steam, but the sharp hiss of air through her teeth told him she’d found what she sought.

  “Now stroke it,” he told her. “Using just your finger, stroke it in tiny circles. Lightly. Don’t apply any pressure.”

  Sophie’s lips parted slowly. “Mmmm.”

  “Keep going. Keep rubbing it, sweetheart.”

  “Keep speaking, Nathan,” she begged.

  Anything. He’d do anything to ensure she didn’t stop. “You look so damn beautiful sitting there. I’ve already come twice, and I swear I’m getting hard again. It’s you, Sophie Rose. You bring out the beast in me.”

  She whimpered.

  “Press on your clit a little harder,” he said. “Move your finger a little faster.”

  Again tiny ripples of water flowed around her.

  “Imagine it’s my voice touching you.”

  “It is,” she murmured. “Your voice is echoing right…through me. Right through…my pussy.”

  Nathan bit back a groan. His balls tightened painfully. Fuck, he couldn’t handle another erection. Not this soon. “It’s not just my voice on your pussy,” he told her. “It’s my mouth too. I’m running my tongue over your clit. Licking your swollen flesh. I…I can’t wait to lick lower, to taste your juices as they spill out between your legs.”

  The ripples turned to small waves as her arm moved frantically below the surface. “Nathan…oh, God…”

  Fuck. So much for avoiding another erection. “Is it happening? Are you feeling the first flutters of orgasm?”

  She let out a strangled gasp.

  He was at half-mast and growing every minute. “Look at me, Sophie Rose. I want to see your eyes when you come.”

  Sophie opened her eyes and stared at him wildly.

  Yes. Exactly how he’d imagined them. Exactly how he’d seen them…in his dreams. “Let go now. Let the pleasure roll through you. Let it overcome you.” He waited a heartbeat and then whispered, “Come for me, Sophie Rose. Come to the sound of my voice.”

  When you land in hot water, swim for safety—or let the fire burn.

  Hotter Than Ever

  © 2013 Elle Kennedy

  An Out of Uniform Story

  Claire McKinley has just experienced every bride’s nightmare. The groom is a no-show, and now she must face five hundred guests alone. Furious and humiliated, Claire seeks help from the most unlikely candidate—her almost-brother-in-law, who promptly whisks her away to his apartment in San Diego, where she can recover her pride in peace and quiet.

  Dylan Wade is no fan of Claire’s, but no way can he leave the jilted bride in her time of need. Bringing her home seems like a good idea—until he remembers his new roommate. Dylan’s relationship with Aidan is…complicated. And with Claire thrown into the mix, life becomes even more…complicated.

  Claire is blindsided by her attraction not only to Dylan, but also to Aidan, a man she’s just met. Soon they’re caught up in an all-consuming sexual storm they can’t fight even if they wanted to. Yet Claire wonders if it can last, or if she’s just setting herself up for more heartache.

  Warning: This book is very dirty. Ménage a trois and man-on-man dirty. Graphic-language and explicit-sex dirty. Basically? Dirty. You’ve been warned.

  Enjoy the following excerpt for Hotter Than Ever:

  The worst thing about being a redhead with fair skin? It was impossible to disguise a blush. Claire’s cheeks had been a thorn in her side her whole life, and as her face heated up under Dylan’s smoldering gaze, she knew she was transmitting everything she was feeling loud and clear.

  Surprise.

  Embarrassment.

  Arousal.

  Oh yeah, there was definitely arousal thrown into the mix. Ever since they’d kissed, she’d been trying to squash the desire she felt for Dylan, but now that her misconceptions about the man had been exposed, she was having a tough time controlling her hormones. It was one thing to ignore the attraction when she’d thought he was a selfish ass who didn’t give a shit about his mother’s troubles, another one altogether when she knew he was actually a decent guy.

  “Ah, relax, honey. I’m just teasing you.” His gorgeous green eyes twinkled. “I was kidding.”

  She slanted her head in challenge. “Are you? Because you look pretty darn serious.”

  After a second, he broke out in a grin. “Fine, so I was only half-kidding.”

  “So half of you wants us to have sex?”

  “Actually, about three-quarters of me wants it. One-quarter knows it’s probably a bad idea.”

  “Probably?” She choked out a laugh. “I almost married your brother, Dylan.”

  “And yet somehow that doesn’t seem to bother me anymore.”

  “Right. Somehow.” She snorted. “It’s easy to overlook the reasons you shouldn’t do something when you want it badly enough.”

  “And you don’t?”

  “I don’t what?”

  “Want it.” His lips quirked. “Because you’ve been giving off come-hither signals since the second you saw that box of condoms.”

  “Again with the come-hither signals? You really like saying the words come-hither, huh?”

  “And you’re deflecting. Answer the question. Do you want to have sex with me?”

  His frankness was oddly thrilling. So was the way he slid closer, eliminating the distance between them. He moved the box of provisions out of the way, then scooted even closer, and Claire’s heart began to race. Their thighs were touching, his covered by sweatpants, hers bare thanks to her short-shorts, and the heat of his body sizzled her flesh, eliciting a rush of excitement that rippled through her blood.

  “Yes, no, maybe?” he prompted.

  It was in that moment that Claire realized how honesty might be
considered a weakness rather than a strength, because the word “Yes” slipped out of her mouth before she could stop it.

  But damn it, she did want this. Dylan had set her entire body on fire from that one measly kiss—she could only imagine what he was capable of doing to her if they were naked.

  Maybe it made her a mega slut and a terrible person, but she really, really wanted to find out.

  As his mouth curved in a satisfied smile, Dylan brought his hand to her face and stroked her cheek with his thumb.

  “You’re always blushing.” He cocked his head pensively. “Is that blush limited to your cheeks, though? Or do other parts of you get nice and rosy too? Maybe here, you think?”

  He glided his fingers along the curve of her neck and down to her collarbone.

  As if on cue, heat suffused her chest.

  “Oh, that’s nice.” His green eyes were focused intently on the flush rising just above the neckline of her tank top.

  The pads of his fingers were rough, callused, creating a gentle scrape over her skin as he caressed the upper swell of her breasts.

  “This is crazy,” she murmured.

  “Probably.”

  “Definitely.”

  He withdrew his hand. “I’ll stop then.”

  Disappointment spiraled through her, and God help her, but her lips formed a squeaky protest. Yes, this was crazy. Yes, sleeping with Chris’s brother would be highly inappropriate. But she wanted it to happen. She needed it to happen.

  “Claire?” His expression was expectant.

  “You know the night I caught you kissing Aidan?” she heard herself blurting out.

  “How can I forget?” he said dryly.

  “That night…what I saw…” She tried to articulate her jumbled thoughts. “The two of you were completely wrapped up in each other, oblivious to the world around you. It was passionate and intense and it made me kind of sad because I’d never experienced anything that even came close to that.” She swallowed. “And I was so turned on afterwards.”

  He looked incredibly intrigued. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  His voice lowered to a husky pitch. “Did you make yourself come when you went back to your room?”

  “Yes.”

  A groan rumbled out of his chest. “Aw, fuck, Claire, that’s hot. You were fingering yourself while I was in the living room twenty feet away?”

  “Yes.”

  She should have been mortified confessing all this to him, yet it was impossible to feel embarrassed when Dylan was looking at her with such unadulterated lust. When her gaze lowered to his groin, she made out the unmistakable ridge of his erection, and a resulting rush of moisture soaked her panties.

  “Did you come hard?” he rasped. “Was it good?”

  She met his sultry gaze. “It was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

  “Hmmm. Challenge accepted.”

  “Of course you’d see that as a challenge,” she said with shaky laugh. “But yeah…watching the two of you like that…it showed me what I was lacking in my own life.”

  “Where are you going with this?”

  She inhaled a deep breath. “I guess what I’m saying is that I want to experience…well, passion.” A wry note entered her voice. “And since we’re trapped in here for the next couple of hours, I guess having sex wouldn’t be a totally preposterous idea.”

  “Are you trying to convince me, or yourself? Because I was on board from the second you pulled out those condoms.”

  The grin he flashed her was contagious. “That’s because you’re a man. Women need some time to rationalize before they jump into things.”

  “So are you done rationalizing?”

  She pondered that. “I think so.”

  “Good. Now come here and kiss me.”

  “Come wher—” She yelped in delight as he hauled her onto his lap.

  She grabbed his shoulders and clutched the sleeves of his T-shirt, moaning when he tugged on her ponytail to yank her head down. The second their lips met, heat unraveled inside her and danced along her flesh. He kissed her like a man possessed, his tongue sliding inside her mouth with a greedy thrust, robbing her of breath.

  Passion. There it was. Surrounding her. Consuming her. She’d never been kissed like this before. Except…wait, that wasn’t true, because she’d experienced this very same thrill the other night when she’d kissed him. This time, however, there was no doubt in her mind that he was attracted to women—the hard cock pressing against her ass was all the evidence she needed.

  Dylan continued to drive her wild with his mouth, his tongue, his teeth as he nibbled on her bottom lip before sucking on it. His hands traveled down the bumps of her spine, callused fingers snaking beneath the hem of her shirt.

  She shivered as he began sliding the material up, those strong hands caressing her stomach, moving closer and closer to the undersides of her breasts.

  When his exploration came to an abrupt halt, she voiced her disapproval in the form of a groan.

  “Don’t worry,” he said with a chuckle. “I have every intention of playing with these gorgeous tits, but first I want to enjoy the view. Up you go.”

  In the blink of an eye, he was helping her to her feet.

  “What are you doing?”

  A smile lifted the corners of his mouth. “Me? Well, I’m going to lie here like this—” he fell back on his elbows, looking mighty pleased with himself, “—and watch while you undress.”

  Her eyebrows flew up. “You want me to do a striptease? Am I supposed to dance or something?”

  “Naah, no dancing required. And you don’t even have to go slow. Rip those clothes off if you want.”

  “Do it for me.” Her brazen order came out of nowhere, surprising them both.

  “Nope. Like I said, I’m just gonna enjoy the view.”

  “Seriously?”

  “Seriously.” He licked his lips. “Come on, honey, show me some skin.”

  Although the two of them had worked everything out, a part of her still felt slightly wary, wondering if he was playing a cruel joke on her. Like she would take off her clothes, let him see her naked, and then he’d jump up and say, “Gotcha! I still hate you!”

  Dylan must have read her mind, because he let out a breath and stood. “How about this? I’ll go first.”

  Rhythm of My Heart

  Jess Dee

  He rocks every woman’s world, but his heart beats only for her.

  Speed, Book 3

  Makeup artist Eve Andrews is an expert at blending into the background. Landing a job with the rock band Speed is the opportunity of a lifetime, and thankfully as close to the spotlight as she’ll ever get again—until the band’s sinfully sexy drummer turns his dazzling eyes on her.

  After a scandal shook his world, Zachary Pace, a.k.a. “Jonah Speed”, has given up the one-night stands and easy lays. One look at Eve, and he senses his self-imposed abstinence is about to come to a screeching halt—but he’s confused. His grandmother foretold his destiny lies with a beautiful redhead, not a tiny, brown-haired pixie.

  Under the heat of Zachary’s intense focus, Eve’s resistance melts away, but not the façade that hides her terrible secret. And when she accidentally catches a glimpse of his heart’s desire—his fated redhead—her instincts tell her to let him go…before he gets too close. Before he sees the real woman behind her mask, and her heart is left in the dust of his almost-certain retreat.

  Warning: This is a Speed book, so you know there’s gonna be a small element of fantasy to it. And a big element of romance. Oh, yeah, and whole lot of sex. Sex hot enough to make you throb to the rhythm of a very sensual beat…

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  Rhythm of My Heart

  Copyright © 2013 by Jess Dee

  ISBN: 978-1-61921-804-8

  Edited by Jennifer Miller

  Cover by Kendra Egert

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