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Amelia June's A Pirate's Legacy
Dreams reach across time and space, uniting two realms. Secrets whisper death, treasure plots an end. Will romance and danger keep a dreamer from claiming her treasure?...My bed is going to be very cold you know."
Sinclaire blushed even more fiercely. "I suppose mine will as well. I'll miss your attentions." Cole laughed, a low throaty sound, then bent his head and kissed her deeply. "Mmm, maybe you need some of my attentions right now." "Maybe I do," Sinclaire said, slightly shocked at her own boldness. Cole had certainly brought out the sex kitten in her. He situated himself between her legs and she could feel his cock growing hard against her. "Cole Rackam, you are incorrigible," she murmured in his ear, while pulling his ass closer to her with both hands.
"I hope so," he responded with an evil gleam in his eye. He leaned down again, one hand flat against her back, and took the flesh of her neck in his teeth. He bit, gently at first, then harder until she squealed. "Am I hurting you?"
"It's okay. I like it." She put one hand in his hair and drew him back to her neck where he bit eagerly, sucking gently to avoid a hickey, but using his teeth to bring her blood to the surface.
"You taste good, pretty girl," he whispered in her ear, his breath warming that sensitive place until she shivered. "Where else can I taste you?"
"Cole, we're in public. Shouldn't we--" he cut her off by slipping a hand up under her skirt. His hands found their way to her wetness and soon his fingers were sliding inside her. He pulled her so she was perched on the very edge of the table, using him for balance. Dropping to his knees before her, he pushed her legs wide open for access.
From under her skirt, he said, "Another thong. My God you are hot." He pulled the tiny scrap of underwear to the side and parted her lips with his hands. "Gorgeous," he said, his voice hoarse and far away.
Sinclaire put her hands on the desk and tossed her head back, focused intently on his breath between her legs. Slowly, delicately, she felt the very tip of his tongue trace her pussy, from the very top to her vagina, dripping wet. She shuddered, a hiss of air escaping her lips. She could feel him smile, then dive in, tongue playing in her lips and folds. This man enjoyed performing. Her breath began to speed up until she was panting and raising her hips to meet his mouth.
As her excitement mounted, he responded in kind. First, he slid two fingers inside her, crooking them in that come-here gesture she loved. At the same time, he focused his attention on her clit, licking and sucking the swollen spot until she was shaking and struggling to keep her ass from slipping off the table all together.
PG Forte's Sea Change
"I can? believe you're eating chicken again, Liam observed, bringing Cara's attention back to the here and now.She looked at her sandwich in surprise. "Why shouldn't I have chicken? I like chicken. It's good."
"Yeah, but, we're on an island, remember?" he teased, popping a fried clam into his mouth. "And this is a seafood restaurant. Don't you think you should be, I dunno, sampling the local cuisine?"
"You're saying I should have ordered fish?" Cara shook her head. "No. I don't think so, Liam. I don't do things just 'cause I should."
Liam blinked. For all of an instant, he looked surprised. Then he nodded, lips twitching up in a small smile. "Right. I knew that. I musta forgotten who I was talking to."
"Well, you don't always play by the rules either, you know," she pointed out. "Don't think I didn't notice that you let me win at golf this morning."
Liam's grin turned mischievous. "I didn't let you win," he said, continuing over her snort of disbelief, "I helped you win."
"Oh, yeah, like there's a difference?"
"Sure. Letting you win implies I threw the game. That I purposely played badly or messed up on my shots so you could take the lead. Helping you means I...gave you an assist, every now and then. Like maybe I stopped your ball from overshooting the cup. Or I nudged it in, if it was an inch or so off. Or I purposely hit my ball into yours to set you up for a better shot. That's helping."
"It's still cheating, isn't it?"
"Cheating? C'mon, Cara, it's miniature golf. No one over the age of eight oughta take it that seriously. Besides, it's not like I lost. The way I figure, we both won."
"And you figure this...how, exactly?"
"Because this is a date and that's how it works. If I take you out and you have fun then I win. You are having fun, right?"
Cara nodded and then, because she never could keep her big mouth shut she added, "This is the best date of my life."
Liam smiled. "Well, there you go."
Amelia June's The Bell Curve
"Pants and a t-shirt are all I'm asking for. Oh, and shoes." She started to sit up again, but one strong hand centered on her chest and pushed her back down."What's your hurry?" We'e got a few hours to lay low before we can go anywhere. He was out of the chair and on top of her in one fluid motion she couldn't have written any sexier. Despite her loss of consciousness and being, as far as she knew, trapped in some hackneyed alternate reality, she instantly responded to Jason's touch. She always did. His weight on top of her was easy to bear and he laughed softly in her ear.
"The oxygen?"
"Not this time, Goddess. I just love being on top of you."
"Oh," she managed before he kissed her with a sensuality full of promises of things to come. Lips brushed lips and the small sounds they made flowed over her like warm honey. She ran her hands over his back, and the flex and pull of his muscles through the thin black t-shirt thrilled her. He was such a manly man, nothing like her other lovers from school. She reveled in his strength and the sheer size of him. The span of his shoulders seemed to go on for an eternity as she kneaded her hands into the knots she found. He moaned into her mouth, tickling her lips with his breath before drawing away.
"So this is what you mean by lay low?" She laughed, too, giddy from the knock on the head and the extra oxygen and the hot guy now lying on top of her. Being kidnapped was getting better and better.
Barely an inch of space remained between his head and the shelf above so she pushed on his hips, lowering him on the bed. He buried his face in her chest, kissing a trail from her throat to her breastbone. One hand crept under her tank top and cupped around her left side, warming her waist and belly. He gripped her that way, heat radiating from his hand into her then slid her shirt up to pool atop her breasts...
To be continued in your very own copy of The Bell Curve, available now at eXtasy Books.