involved with you.” She inhaled, hoping to bring some much-needed oxygen to her lungs. “This will just be a one-night thing.”
“Whatever you say.” He winked. He actually winked . Before she could weasel a promise out of him that this wouldn’t go beyond one night, he kissed her.
Mouth crushing over hers. Lips rubbing against hers. Hot, wet tongue thrusting inside her mouth without invitation. Hands down it was the most erotic kiss she’d ever had. Deep and greedy, fast and passionate.
Zack’s stubble chafed her chin, the rough sensation making her moan against his lips.
God, his mouth felt nice.
Really nice.
Flicking his tongue over hers, he shoved his hand under her shirt and palmed one breast, rubbing her nipple with the pad of his thumb. Then, to her dismay, he broke the kiss.
“Why are you stopping?” she complained.
“I’m not.” Without another word, he lifted the tank top right over her head and tossed it aside. A second later, he lowered his head and covered her breast with his mouth.
A gasp tore out of her throat. Now she understood the reason for the incessant moaning that had come out of Mari’s bedroom when she’d
dated Zack. The man’s tongue was…lethal. Skilled. He licked the underside of one breast and kissed his way up to her nipple, rubbing his lips against it and then sucking it hard into his mouth. It was a tongue that refused to stop. Licking, swirling, gliding down to her navel, and circling her bellybutton. And soon his hands came into play once more. They tugged at the zipper of her Capris and slid it down with a metallic hiss. He peeled the pants off her tanned legs, threw them aside and dropped to his knees in front of her.
“What do you want, Hailey?”
His voice teased her, mocked her. It was too confident, too heavy with sexual promise, but she couldn’t muster enough indignation to respond with. Truth was, his confidence excited her.
“You know what I want,” she returned, feeling bold as she widened her legs.
He reached out and brushed his fingers over the damp crotch of her black bikini panties. “You want me to stroke you?”
“Uh-huh,” she breathed.
“Suck on your clit?”
“Mmm-hmmm.”
“Make you come?”
“God, yes.”
She swallowed and tried not to cry out. Her body ached, actually ached for this man. He continued to kneel there, planting featherlight caresses on her pussy, and to make it worse, he was still fully dressed!
Here she was, her breasts bare, her nipples painfully hard, her panties practically begging to be flung aside, and Zack was still in jeans and a Tshirt and looking unhurried to remove them.
“I’m curious, sweetheart,” he said, stroking her with one hand. “Do you come fast or slow?”
“Huh?” She tried to focus but it was difficult seeing as his fingers kept pressing against her clit that way.
“If I took these panties off and pressed my tongue between your legs, would you come right away?” He shot her a small grin. “Or are you the
type who prolongs the pleasure and tries to control your orgasm?” He emphasized his last word by rubbing lazy circles over her clit.
“I come fast, Zack,” she choked out.
He nodded. “Not tonight, Hailey.”
This summer, it’s going to be Steamy…
Samhain Publishing Presents
Midsummer Night’s Steam
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$2.50 each
Duty wars with affection when Racor’s greatest spy must decide who to trust, the evidence against her sexy suspects, or her heart?
A Scorching Seduction
© 2007 Marie Harte
Lt. Col. Trace N’Tre and Assassin Vaan C’Vail are hiding out in the only place the military can’t touch them—on a pleasure planet in an island resort owned by Vaan’s cousin. Gathering evidence on the outside, they know it’s only a matter of time before they’ll have to face their accuser, a high official in the Racor government. Unbeknownst to them, Myst, Racor’s greatest spy, has had her eyes on them for some time. The puzzle of these
“Whatever you say.” He winked. He actually winked . Before she could weasel a promise out of him that this wouldn’t go beyond one night, he kissed her.
Mouth crushing over hers. Lips rubbing against hers. Hot, wet tongue thrusting inside her mouth without invitation. Hands down it was the most erotic kiss she’d ever had. Deep and greedy, fast and passionate.
Zack’s stubble chafed her chin, the rough sensation making her moan against his lips.
God, his mouth felt nice.
Really nice.
Flicking his tongue over hers, he shoved his hand under her shirt and palmed one breast, rubbing her nipple with the pad of his thumb. Then, to her dismay, he broke the kiss.
“Why are you stopping?” she complained.
“I’m not.” Without another word, he lifted the tank top right over her head and tossed it aside. A second later, he lowered his head and covered her breast with his mouth.
A gasp tore out of her throat. Now she understood the reason for the incessant moaning that had come out of Mari’s bedroom when she’d
dated Zack. The man’s tongue was…lethal. Skilled. He licked the underside of one breast and kissed his way up to her nipple, rubbing his lips against it and then sucking it hard into his mouth. It was a tongue that refused to stop. Licking, swirling, gliding down to her navel, and circling her bellybutton. And soon his hands came into play once more. They tugged at the zipper of her Capris and slid it down with a metallic hiss. He peeled the pants off her tanned legs, threw them aside and dropped to his knees in front of her.
“What do you want, Hailey?”
His voice teased her, mocked her. It was too confident, too heavy with sexual promise, but she couldn’t muster enough indignation to respond with. Truth was, his confidence excited her.
“You know what I want,” she returned, feeling bold as she widened her legs.
He reached out and brushed his fingers over the damp crotch of her black bikini panties. “You want me to stroke you?”
“Uh-huh,” she breathed.
“Suck on your clit?”
“Mmm-hmmm.”
“Make you come?”
“God, yes.”
She swallowed and tried not to cry out. Her body ached, actually ached for this man. He continued to kneel there, planting featherlight caresses on her pussy, and to make it worse, he was still fully dressed!
Here she was, her breasts bare, her nipples painfully hard, her panties practically begging to be flung aside, and Zack was still in jeans and a Tshirt and looking unhurried to remove them.
“I’m curious, sweetheart,” he said, stroking her with one hand. “Do you come fast or slow?”
“Huh?” She tried to focus but it was difficult seeing as his fingers kept pressing against her clit that way.
“If I took these panties off and pressed my tongue between your legs, would you come right away?” He shot her a small grin. “Or are you the
type who prolongs the pleasure and tries to control your orgasm?” He emphasized his last word by rubbing lazy circles over her clit.
“I come fast, Zack,” she choked out.
He nodded. “Not tonight, Hailey.”
This summer, it’s going to be Steamy…
Samhain Publishing Presents
Midsummer Night’s Steam
24 Sizzling ebooks
$2.50 each
Duty wars with affection when Racor’s greatest spy must decide who to trust, the evidence against her sexy suspects, or her heart?
A Scorching Seduction
© 2007 Marie Harte
Lt. Col. Trace N’Tre and Assassin Vaan C’Vail are hiding out in the only place the military can’t touch them—on a pleasure planet in an island resort owned by Vaan’s cousin. Gathering evidence on the outside, they know it’s only a matter of time before they’ll have to face their accuser, a high official in the Racor government. Unbeknownst to them, Myst, Racor’s greatest spy, has had her eyes on them for some time. The puzzle of these
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