Finding Lacey Moon
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“Oh, and you know this how?” She plucked the next card off the pile. “Oh wait, let me guess. Lots of practice, right?”
His single dimple creased his cheek. “Something like that, yes. But I’ve also read a lot on the subject.” His eyebrows shot up as if he’d had a Eureka moment. “As a matter of fact, I’m going to build you a reading list. I have a few books in mind that I think you’ll enjoy.”
She lowered her face into her left hand and groaned. “I feel like Luke Skywalker being trained in how to use The Force.”
Mark burst into laughter again. “Are you calling me Yoda?”
She had to admit, it was pretty funny. “No. You’re better looking than Yoda.”
“I certainly hope so.” He pointed to her card. “Okay, ask me.”
She read the card. Her heart performed another perfect swan dive into the pit of her stomach, and she glanced warily at him.
“Go ahead,” he said. “I can already tell this one’s good.”
He had no idea.
“Okay, um…” She looked back down. Here goes. “Take me to a place in the house where we haven’t had sex.” Her gaze flicked nervously to his before she continued. “Kiss me…and then whisper what you would do to me if we were to…get it on there.” She lowered the card to her lap and kept her head down.
Mark waited a moment then lifted her foot from between his legs, leaned toward her, and reached for her hand. Without looking at him, she took it. As he moved into the middle of the couch, he tugged her onto his lap and situated her so that she faced him. Her legs straddled his thighs.
Her heart beat like a wild drum in her chest.
“Come here,” he whispered, caressing her cheek in such a way that drew her face to his. His lips found hers and held them in a static kiss. He didn’t move, and neither did she. All that mattered was the simple, chaste connection and the way a thousand tiny starbursts exploded throughout her body. His kiss seemed so innocent, and yet it sent shards of erotic desire into her blood.
He broke away, but held her close. “Since we haven’t had sex, yet, I choose here.” He patted the couch. “And as for what I would do to you here, I would make you stand in front of me, where I would slip my hands up your skirt and pull off your panties. I would invite you onto my lap and whisper how sexy you are…” He bent around and kissed her earlobe. “You’re very sexy.”
A shiver raced down her spine.
His lips skimmed down her jaw to her chin. “I would kiss your neck.” And he did, letting his tongue sneak out to lick a fiery trail from one side to the other.
Karma felt like she was in a vicious state of sensory overload. She was practically panting.
“And I wouldn’t stop making love to you until you came.” His breath washed over the skin of her neck, and his lips closed over her shoulder as he licked her. “Your first orgasm with a man inside you,” he said a moment later when he met her gaze again.
As badly as she needed oxygen, she could hardly breathe.
“Oh,” she whispered breathlessly. Apparently she could barely speak, too.
His gaze dropped to her mouth, and a heartbeat later, their lips meshed again, this time with more force. A quiet groan broke from deep in his chest.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders. No way was she letting this moment go. All night, they had talked about sex. Visions of him in various states of undress had taunted her throughout their game, and she had felt his magnificence against the sole of her foot for at least ten minutes. They had fallen under the very spell the game was designed to cast, because they were unraveling into lust faster than a stripper takes off her clothes.
“Bite my lip,” he muttered against her mouth. “Let yourself go.”
She thought she had been letting go, but clearly he knew her better than she knew herself, because the moment he told her to let go, she found a fifth gear she hadn’t thought possible. Her tongue danced with his, and he groaned low and loud, and when she did as he asked and took his bottom lip between her teeth, he practically growled, and his fingers curled into claws on her back, pulling her closer.
“That’s my girl,” he said when she released his lip. Then he assaulted her mouth again, nipping her lip as if to show her the pleasure she had just given him. And it was pleasurable. Being bitten, even if only lightly, knocked her good side clear out of the picture, leaving only the vixen she had discovered in Chicago.
Passion rose in her blood, turning her into someone else. She was no longer sweet, shy, good Karma. She was lusty, sultry, bad Karma. A woman lost to her desires, driven by erotic need, who wanted to experience pleasure only a man could give. That only Mark could give.
He pulled away, and she opened her eyes to find him grinning at her, his gaze hooded.
“What?” she said, breathless.
His left eyebrow twitched. “You’re pulling my hair.”
She glanced up and found that her hands had curled into fists, and tufts of his dark brown hair poked out between her fingers. She quickly opened her hands and let go.
Of course, this made Mark laugh. “I wasn’t complaining. Remember, I like when a woman pulls my hair.”
“Uh, yes…” She sheepishly looked away. “I got a bit carried away.”
He pulled her down so that her forehead rested against his. “I know. And I liked it. A lot.”
For a long moment, nothing was said as Mark ran his palms slowly up and down her back. “I want to be the first man to show you what you’ve been missing, Karma,” he said softly. “I want to succeed where others have failed.”
Her bashful side made a subtle reappearance, and she curled in on herself. “Why?”
He caressed her cheek. “For one, I think you deserve to know what a really good orgasm feels like, don’t you?”
When he put it that way, how could she say no?
His fingertips brushed back her hair. “Second of all, I’m a man. And, like most men, I’m proud and have a big ego. I’m not afraid to admit it. And when I make a woman feel good…when I give her such intense pleasure that she screams my name as she’s falling into the most unbelievable orgasm she’s ever had, I take great pride in that.” He hesitated and narrowed his eyes. “Especially when I know she’s never felt anything like that before.” He paused to let his words sink in.
Karma’s entire body heated. They had most definitely sunk in.
Who says egomania is a bad thing?
Mark shifted against the couch, and she felt his erection press against her. “To know that I awakened that part of a woman gives me tremendous satisfaction, Karma. It’s the best ego boost in the world.” His gaze danced back and forth between her eyes. “So, the most direct answer to your question is that I want to feel you fall apart and come undone under my touch.” He took a shaky breath and closed his palm over her cheek. “My God, but just the thought of that…to see you, head thrown back, that heart-shaped mouth open as you cry out…” He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. “Let’s just say the idea turns me on very much.”
The idea turned her on, too, as in way on.
“There’s something undeniably sexy about you, Karma,” he said. “You intrigue me, and I want the pleasure of discovering you, and of helping you discover yourself if you’ll let me. Will you? Let me?”
As the air in the room froze and her heart beat in a wild rhythm, hope and anxious anticipation broke over Mark’s expression. His intense stare never wavered.
The most lascivious aspect of their pending affair pressed solidly against the apex of her body, and she had to force herself not to rotate her hips. How would he feel inside her? What would it feel like to finally have an orgasm—a real orgasm—during intercourse? Mark promised to answer all those questions and more.
What he was offering was more than she ever could have imagined. He was handsome, charming, intelligent, and confident in his abilities. He was the kind of man women dream of. And he wanted to be with her. Her!
If you want to change so
me things in your life, you need to change some things in your life.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, I’ll let you.”
She bit her lip and a shudder danced up her spine as he smiled.
Mark had to be a magician, because only a magician could have made her behave the way she had tonight.
This was going to be good. So very, very good. She didn’t regret her decision to wear that gold brooch to work today one bit. Not one damn bit.
About the Author
Donya Lynne is the author of the award winning All the King’s Men Series. Making her home in a wooded suburb north of Indianapolis with her husband, Donya has lived in Indiana most of her life and knew at a young age that she was destined to be a writer. She started writing poetry in grade school and won her first short story contest in fourth grade. In junior high, she began writing romantic stories for her friends, and by her sophomore year, they had dubbed her Most Likely to Become a Romance Novelist. In 2012, she made that dream come true by publishing her first two novels and two novellas. Donya has many more novels and novellas planned for years to come.
Books by Donya Lynne
All the King’s Men Series
Rise of the Fallen (Book One)
Heart of the Warrior (Book Two)
Micah’s Calling (Book Three Novella Supplement to Rise of the Fallen)
Rebel Obsession (Book Four)
Return of the Assassin (Book Five)
All the King’s Men - The Beginning (Book Six)
Strong Karma Trilogy
Good Karma
Coming Back To You
Hope Falls Series
Finding Lacey Moon
Stand-Alones
Winter’s Fire
Coming Soon
Full Circle (Strong Karma Book 3)
Bound Guardian Angel (AKM Book 7)
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Table of Contents
Acknowledgements
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
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