by Elle Kennedy
Her eyes widened, and she gasped when he caught her in a tight embrace.
“I knew you were looking at me, Hailey. And I could only imagine those honey-brown eyes wide with desire, those full, cherry-red lips slick and open, just waiting to be filled by my tongue, or even better, my cock.”
Before she could protest, he ravaged her mouth with enough heat to make her melt, while stealing her very breath. He tasted like chocolate, and his lips felt like velvet. Gently prodding, he entered her mouth with his tongue, sweeping the moist cavern with delicious licks that set her heart hammering for more. She could feel her womb pooling with want, her clit pulsing from just the touch of his carnal mouth on hers.
“Mmm, better than I’d imagined.” He chuckled throatily. He increased the pressure of his kiss, taking and plundering, making her knees weak and her head spin. The feel of her breasts pushing against his unyielding chest thrilled her. And when his large, callused hands moved from the small of her back to her ass, she almost sobbed his name as he pulled her tight against that most impressive part of him.
Heavens, but he was large, much larger than what she thought she’d seen watching him from a distance. Granted, the sight of his penis had definitely hinted at male strength, but nothing so grand as the feel of the steely rod pressing hot and hard against her belly. She couldn’t stop wiggling against him, needing to feel his reactive tension.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it,” he crooned and ran his lips over her throat. He began thrusting against her, and her traitor of a body immediately responded to his seduction. She wanted to drown in him.
As if he could read her mind, he snaked a hand down her belly and below her dress, running his hands up her thighs toward her pelvis. Before her mind could wrap around the thought, his hand slipped beneath her panties.
“Christ, you’re wet.” He groaned and nipped at the pulse at her throat. “Hailey, you’re killing me.”
Thrusting a finger between her folds, he sighed her name and stared into her eyes. “This is it, baby. This is the part where you either hightail it out of here, or you spread those thighs wide. Because if you stay, I’m going to fuck you ’til you can’t walk.”
His gravelly voice raked over her, dampening her further. He added another finger and began priming her, stretching her.
Her breath coming fast, she had a hard time hearing what he was saying.
“Damn it, Hailey. Yes or no?”
One weekend. His rules. Inhibitions left at the door.
Trust and Dare
© 2007 Shelli Stevens
Angry that yet another military man has done her family wrong, Abby Cook plots sweet revenge. But when her plan goes awry, she discovers that she’s targeted the wrong military man.
Mason Tyler is not used to being disobeyed. Yet the curvy blonde has rejected his advances at every turn. When he catches her in the middle of a very destructive—not to mention illegal—prank, he offers her a deal. A deal that will keep her out of jail. And let him exact a little revenge of his own.
One weekend in his bed…no inhibitions, no refusals. But when the weekend is up, will Mason be ready to let Abby go?
Enjoy the following excerpt for Trust and Dare:
“Take off your shirt, Abby.”
Her eyes widened and she licked her lips. “Now?”
She’d given him the go ahead, let’s see how far she’d let him take it. “Well, you did agree to play by my rules. You’re not going to break that little bargain of ours just yet, are you? I might have to spank that sweet ass of yours.”
Her lips curled upward and her tongue darted across her mouth. “Oh, well now…that might be kind of fun.”
Hmm. Another thing he’d have to remember. She liked the idea of being spanked. He took a step forward and she giggled, throwing her hands up in front of her.
“Okay, okay!” Reaching down, she grabbed the hem of her tank top and jerked it over her head.
The blood in his veins pulsed faster at the sight of her lace-covered breasts. “Now your bra.”
She took a deep breath and reached behind her, unhooking her bra and sliding the straps off each shoulder. She pulled the purple scrap of lace off her breasts and let the bra drop to the floor. Oh, sweet God. He wanted to step forward and touch her, but that would screw up the entire striptease.
“The skirt.” His voice came out hoarse.
Her fingers were shaking as she unzipped the skirt and wiggled her hips so it fell down at her feet. She stepped away from it and reached down for the buckle on her heels.
“Did I tell you to take off your heels, Abby?”
She straightened up. “I just assumed—”
“Don’t assume. Leave the shoes on.” She looked so damn sexy, and the shoes just made the fantasy level go up.
“Okay.” She nodded and started to cross her arms across her breasts.
He closed the distance between them, grabbed her wrists, and gently tugged her arms away from her body.
Now that they were inside and under the lights, he could see every curve and swell of her body. Her breasts were large and crowned by fat, raspberry-colored tips. Her stomach and hips were full and pale, with smooth pink pussy lips peeking out between her soft thighs.
“Don’t cover yourself, Abby. You’re a sexy woman, and I wanna look at you.” He needed to ease her surprising moment of shyness. He lowered his head and brushed his mouth across hers.
She made the sweetest little sighing noise and pressed her body against his, opening her mouth under his lips. He slipped his tongue inside, tasting her sweetness and sucking on her tongue.
The kiss deepened, growing more urgent. He finally jerked away, their ragged breathing just audible over the music. He reached his hands between them to cup her breasts, running his thumbs over the firm tips.
“Mason…” She moaned and covered his wrists with her fingers.
He stepped back, letting her go as he went to the couch and sat down. Crooking his finger towards her, he murmured, “Come here, baby.”
She smiled and walked towards him, her hips swinging as her high-heeled feet moved across the carpet.
When she was standing in front of him, he opened his legs so she could stand between them. Putting his hands on her shoulders, he gently urged her to her knees in front of him. Had he gone too far? His worries were eased when he watched her eyes—sure enough, there was a shimmer of excitement in them.
Without even having to ask her, she seemed to know what he wanted. Her pretty manicured fingernails went to work unbuttoning his fly, and then pulling down the zipper. His blood pounded through his veins and his cock grew harder than it already was.
Lifting his hips, Mason shoved his pants and briefs down to his knees. His erection sprang free and her soft hand immediately wrapped around it. The air hissed from between his compressed lips and he closed his eyes.
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