Velvet Night (Author's Cut Edition)
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“Hmm. What say you to a physical display of affection?”
“Does that mean—”
“Yes. I want you to share my pillow.”
Kenna answered him with sweet kisses on his brow, his cheeks, his chin. Her mouth brushed his. Her fingers traced the line of his chin, his throat, and teased his nipples into hard arousal. Their legs twined, rubbing sinuously together, pale and dark, rough and smooth, in perfect contrast. They loved one another, giving, taking, eager in their desire and greedy for the pleasure that lifted their hearts and bound their souls.
“I think you’ve given me a baby,” she said later, turning sleepily in his arms.
Rhys smiled, not at all adverse to the idea. “How can you be certain?”
“One knows these things,” she said wisely.
“Does one really?” he asked, tongue in cheek.
Kenna said nothing then. She was patient. She waited nine months, then presented Rhys with an eloquent, if somewhat squalling example of “I told you so.”
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CRYSTAL PASSION
Crystal Passion
The room, dark now save for the warming fire in the hearth, blanketed Salem in a comforting silence and lulled him easily into sleep. His mind, released from the brakes he consciously applied, wandered freely along the unexplored and still unsatisfied erotic paths he had laid.
Naturally she was a blonde. Salem preferred hair the color and texture of corn silk. His fingers sifted through the gold and silver strands and playfully unwrapped the smoothly woven braid. Beneath his hands her hair was as delicate as light itself, sunbeams and moonbeams tangibly trapped for his enjoyment. His hands wound in her hair, and his palms cradled her head while the pads of his thumbs caressed the softness of her temples.
Salem liked fair women whose skin had been kissed by nature's kindness. The woman with him now was no exception. Her cheeks held a hint of rose, and her flesh was warm, velvety, and pliant. Her lips, neatly curved and faintly pouting, were the color of red berries, and their dewy moistness invited a man to taste them. Salem's mouth nibbled at hers, drawing out the flavor and texture peculiar to her. His tongue savored the sweet recesses of her parted mouth, slipped along the edge of her teeth, and warmly battled to arouse a like response. Shifting, his mouth grazed the curve of her chin and swept past the hollow of her cheek. His lips tickled the sensitive arch of her cheekbone as he lightly brushed against her on his way to kissing her closed eyelids.
It didn't matter that her eyes were closed. Salem had a fondness for blue eyes and her eyes would be the blue of twilight. As they signaled her arousal, they would darken until they were merely a narrow ring of color. Of course there were other signs of arousal, and Salem's hands released her hair to search for them.
His palms drifted along the smooth arch of her throat and felt her pulse throb warmly against his skin. Her shoulders made a restless, impatient movement beneath his hands as if begging him to cease his patient exploration and trespass lower, where her taut breasts offered some of the proof he sought. His hands cupped the swollen fullness of her, and his thumbs brushed lightly against her nipples, exciting them so she actually seemed to pull away from the pleasure he gave her, as if it were greater than she could bear. Wanting to show her this was not so, Salem brought his mouth to her breast, spiraling light kisses on her tender flesh until he reached the hardened tip. His lips closed around it, and his tongue caressed it, making it wet and eliciting a husky murmur from the woman in his arms. Her voice moved him with its throaty plea and, wanting to please her, he gave his attention to her other breast.
Her hands were on his taut shoulders, and he could feel her fingers pressing into his flesh. Her arms were tense as if she wanted to brace herself against him and her own pleasure. Salem's hands were more relaxed, gently outlining the tapered lines of her waist, the flair of her hips, and the firm curves of her thighs. He brushed the backs of her knees, causing her to twist beneath him, making him feel the sensual fullness of her. Against the strength and masculinity of his own body, this woman felt exquisitely feminine.
He wanted her. He wanted to press himself into her and end his aching frustration in her yielding softness. He wanted all of her against him, returning sensual delight with her hands and mouth, giving him back a measure of the enjoyment he was giving her. He thought of her body, lithe and supple, accessible to his desires, and he nearly groaned with wanting her. His knee separated her thighs, and he considered how it would be after he had loved her, lost in a tangle of arms and legs, momentarily sated yet thinking ahead to the next act of loving.
She would be gentle and fierce by turns. Salem liked women who were unafraid to show their passion. The woman of his dreams knew when to be tender, when to be hungry. And she was definitely hungry now. Salem felt her teeth at his shoulder. They tugged at his skin, worrying it, nipping at it, biting down hard and not letting go.
"Ouch! What did you do that for?" Salem growled, rubbing his tender flesh.
The voice that answered was not as he remembered. There were no overtones of husky passion. This voice was plainly terrified. "Release me! Release me now!"
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Crystal Passion
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Tempting Torment
The Thorne Brothers Trilogy
My Steadfast Heart
My Reckless Heart
With All My Heart
The Marshall Brothers Series
Her Defiant Heart
His Heart’s Revenge
The Compass Club Series
Let Me Be The One
Everything I Ever Wanted
All I Ever Needed
Beyond A Wicked Kiss
The Hamilton Family Series
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About the Author
Jo Goodman is a licensed professional counselor working with children and families in West Virginia’s Northern Panhandle. Always a fan of the happily ever after, Jo turned to writing romances early in her career as a child care worker when she realized the only life script she could control was the one she wrote herself. She is inspired by the resiliency and courage of the children she meets and feels privileged to be trusted with their stories, the ones that they alone have the right to tell.
Once upon a time, Jo believed she was going to be a marine biologist. She knows she is lucky that seasickness made her change course. She lives with her family in Colliers, West Virginia.
www.jogoodman.com
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