Lily Harlem's Blog, page 270

Erotic Enchants!

If you enjoy visiting Goodreads, chatting to fellow readers and authors, then why not join the Erotic Enchants Group. I'm a member and it's a fun way to spend some time, not to mention a great rescource for hunting down your next steamy read. There's prizes too, the first five members to join and  mention my blog will win!! (Prizes given out in Dec) What are you waiting for? Click the link below and head on over

If you want to find me on Goodreads - click HERE. Lets be friends :-)

Lily x

Free Short Story

The lovely girls at Long and Short Reviews asked me if I'd write a free quickie for their website.
I love a quickie, so decided to pluck a character from my sexy soccer novel SCORED - Ted 'the hands' Hatton - and write a little about him. Ted, as you might have guessed, is the team's goalie and this is a short piece about his wife, home alone, missing him.
Click on the cover to head over to LASR and read GOAL!




And if you enjoy GOAL! and want more steamy soccer romance, then grab a copy of SCORED and meet the deliciously bad Lewis Tate, captain of the England football team, who stars in this full novel.

Amazon US

Amazon UK

Have a great day

Lily x

TEAMWORK release date - 30th November

I've been busy on edits this week for the fourth book in my Hot Ice series - Teamwork . This novel is due for release on 30th November. I can't wait to unleash Raven and Todd!! Phew!!


Blurb

What I know about hockey could fit on the back of a stamp. So my latest patient may be one of the NHL’s hottest defensemen, but I’m not exactly blown away by his stardom. Add in the fact that he’s a surly, growling grump, and I’m more than happy to work my magic on his battered body and then hot-foot to my date with his teammate, Todd “Pretty” Carty.
Todd is sex on a stick, a slice of man heaven and I want a bit of the action, preferably of the bedroom variety. But when Raven emerges from his bad mood and throws his energy into blowing my mind with just one kiss, I find my head spinning and my libido raging.
What I didn’t bargain on is these hard-training, hard-playing hockey players working as efficiently off the ice as on it when it comes to getting results. But who am I to complain when satisfaction is their ultimate goal? 

Excerpt


I slept fitfully, my head full of dreams of the two men who’d kissed me the night before. When I awoke, I was hot and naked, my fingers fragrant from fretting my clit. Masturbating hadn’t served me well. Several short, sharp orgasms had done nothing to take the edge off the lust Raven’s kiss had ignited or dampen the desire at the thought of being in bed with Todd.
What the hell was I doing? I’d never been attracted to two men before. I was a one-man girl.
But there was something about both of them that had set a fire in my belly that refused to be dulled, even in the light of day. And as I set about having a shower and washing my hair, applying a little makeup, I had no damn idea what I was going to do about it.
The small kitchen that was part of my area was out of coffee, so I headed downstairs in my underwear and robe. Raven had a stash of the good stuff in his cupboard.
After putting the coffee on, I stared out of the window. It was another sunny, blue-skied day in Orlando. Not a wisp of cloud to be seen. I thought of my parents in rainy Wales. I ought to give them a call later and check on how they were.
The house was quiet despite it being nearly ten. I guessed Raven was sleeping in after the late night. I wondered if he’d relieved himself the way I had, and if so, had it been any more fulfilling? The thought of him touching himself, jerking off with images of me in his head did something strange to my stomach.
What was it about this intriguing man that had my libido so riled? His Native American history, his steely determination and brooding manner had clearly clicked some switch in my Welsh genetic makeup. He couldn’t be any more different to me, physically and emotionally. The way he preferred to fold in on himself was so opposed to my love of talking through problems.
It was the age-old conundrum of opposites attracting, good girl goes for bad boy, not to mention the thrill of knowing someone wanted me enough to back me up against a wall and kiss me until I couldn’t breathe. There was no doubt about it, that had been the hottest kiss of my life.
I sighed and thought of lovely, perfect, polite Todd. He would be here in a couple of hours. I was looking forward to spending the day with him. Perhaps I’d get to see his place tonight and if so, bed action with him might shake this ridiculous attraction I felt for Raven. And it would hardly be a chore, jumping into Todd’s bed. The guy was a slice of man heaven just waiting to be devoured, or was that let him devour me?
A noise behind me jolted me from my sexy daydream. Turning, my breath caught and my head went fuzzy. Standing just inside the doorway of the kitchen were Todd and Raven.
Their shoulders were almost touching, each as tall as the other, but that was were any similarity ended.
Todd looked suave and sophisticated. His blond hair was carefully tousled, he wore smart navy pants, a white shirt and pale-blue tie. He held a pink gift bag decorated with an enormous bow and he was grinning broadly.
Raven once again wore just his sweats. His skin, the color of a perfect, just-baked loaf, appeared shower damp and his hair was scraped back. He topped off his look with the usual scowl and drawn-down brows.
Todd walked over to the table, his shiny leather shoes clacking on the floor, and set down the gift. “Morning, sugar, how did you sleep?”
“Well, I…not too good actually.”
“I’m sorry about that.” He stepped up to me, slotted his hand into my hair and gave me a soft kiss, right in the center of my lips. I couldn’t help but melt, and had to curl my hand around his forearm to keep my balance. Damn it, he was good. He smelled and felt marvelous, his cologne a combination of lemon and green apples, and his just-shaved chin as smooth as silk against mine. If I hadn’t been holding on, I would have pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.
“Sorry, I’m early. I guess I was just looking forward to seeing you,” he said quietly against my mouth.
“That’s fine, but I’m not quite ready and I just need to…” I glanced around his shoulder at Raven. “I just need to do ten minutes of acupuncture on Raven before we go.”
“Ah, the silent acupuncture treatment.” Todd dropped his hand from my hair and turned to face Raven.
Raven’s fists clenched and his shoulders lifted toward his ears. Somewhere in my subconscious I took that as a good sign, but I was more worried about the stormy expression flitting across his face—the tight set of his jaw and the way his lips had thinned —none of it boded well.
He hasn’t calmed down from last night then.
“I’ve heard all about your arrangement,” Todd said to Raven with a laugh. “How you two can’t bear to speak to one another. You’re a fool. I keep telling you, lighten up.”
Raven’s nose twitched and he took several ground-eating paces across the kitchen until he was face-to-face with Todd.
“Fiona and I communicate just fine,” he said, narrowing his eyes. “You’d do well to remember that.”
Todd raised his eyebrows. Amusement sparkled in the depths of his blue irises. He didn’t seem in the slightest bit bothered by the murderous intent oozing from Raven.
Hell, I am.
If they were going to kick off I had no intention of getting in the middle of all that brawn. And if Todd kept smirking at Raven then fireworks were really going to explode. Spectacularly.
I stepped away but a sudden arm around my waist stopped me moving far.
“Hey,” I gasped, staring up at Raven. “Let me—”
Suddenly he was kissing me with the same extreme passion he had the night before. I murmured a weak, pitiful complaint and, to my shame, allowed him to take total possession. I was helpless, too far gone. Raven’s particular brand of kissing was addictive and completely irresistible.
His tongue probed deep and he tipped me backward, dipping me to the floor at the same time as pulling me up against his warm skin and holding me secure in his arms.
As suddenly as it started the kiss stopped. He pulled me up and looked deep into my eyes. I was breathless, breathless and turned-on and about to become a quivering mass of helpless need on the kitchen tiles.
Jesus, what girl wouldn’t be?
My robe had slipped open and I could feel the cool air-conditioning blowing down on my cleavage, my belly and the tops of my thighs. I welcomed it, I was feverish.
“You see, Todd, no problem,” Raven said, gently pulling me completely upright but doing nothing about my exposed body. “Communication is not an issue at all. We’ve got a great system.”
A seed of sense returned and hurriedly I covered myself—words, apologies, excuses tripping through my brain. “Todd, I-I’m sorry, he… I…”
Todd tipped back his head and laughed. A great big guffaw. “Don’t worry about it.” He held his palms up to Raven. “I’m just glad you haven’t completely ducked out of the land of the living, buddy. I was worried about you there.”
“I’m fine.”
“Yeah, I can see that.” Todd pulled in a deep breath, looked at me then back to Raven. His face fell serious. “Only thing is, you’ve just kissed my date.” He lifted his eyebrows. “And I’m not sure what to do about that.”
Raven folded his arms. “Your date?”
“Yeah, its Phoenix and Brooke’s little one’s christening. You did get an invite. I saw it on your desk.” He paused. “But Fiona is coming with me.”
Raven grunted.
Todd reached out and traced the chenille collar of my robe. “If you still want to, that is?”
“Yes, yes of course.” More than anything I didn’t want to ruin my chances with Todd, but it was also clear I was as trustworthy as an ice cube in the desert when it came to Raven.
I glanced at Raven and he pressed his palm to my cheek, as though absorbing the blush burning there. “It’s okay,” he said in as soft a voice as I’d ever heard him use. “Don’t worry about it. Go with Todd.”
My heart swelled. I didn’t want to leave him out or hurt him. “Why don’t you come too? With us.”
“He will,” Todd said quickly. “He can catch up with everyone. Show them all he’s still alive and kicking.”
“Will you?” I asked.
“Yeah.” He leaned forward. “If you want me to.”
His breath breezed across my cheek, or was it Todd’s? He was right next to me too, stroking down my neck, across to my shoulder. His aftershave was mixing with the raw, male smell of Raven—black pepper, soap and sex.
A white-hot shiver ran through my body. They were both so close, circling me, surrounding me. Far from fireworks of the fisticuff type, there seemed to be sparks of arousal flashing all over the place. And it wasn’t just me.
Raven’s mouth was by my ear now, his tongue just touching my lobe, his stubbled cheek against mine.
“Well, since we both want you,” Todd said, brushing his lips over my mouth, “why don’t we both have you?”

Smut by the Sea review

Smut by the Sea, edited by the fantastic Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse has just received a great review from Sh! Women's Emporium.
I'm thrilled, this anthology is really amazing with some great authors contributing and I'm honoured to be alongside them.
This review is expecially exciting for me as my story Swashbuckling gets a special mention
"My absolute favourite story has to be Swashbuckling by Lily Harlem. Sex and pirates are always a winning combination (especially when you picture the character as Johnny Depp’s Captain Jack…oo-er!)."






You can read the full review HERE, and if you would like to get yourself to Sh! on Saturday the 27th of October, you can meet the editors themselves in a fun packed evening of nibbles and saucy readings. Not to mention K D Grace will be attending to launch her newest book, Riding the Ether.
For more information email the Sh! girls on - events@sh-womenstore.com
Lily x
Buy Links
Amazon US
Amazon UK

Blisse Kiss After Dark

Yes, it's that sexy, dark time of year again when we get shivers and goosebumps and a whole range of sinfully wicked things can happen!



Stockholm Surrender


Stockholm Surrender is a particularly naughty novel about an Australian guy desperate to save his English friend from prison in Thailand. He decides the best way to do this is to kidnap the British foreign minister's daughter and hold her ransom in order to get his friend's case noticed. What he doesn't count on is the uncontrollable attraction he and Penny will feel for one another, the lust and desire and the risks he will take for her, and that she will take for him.


I really enjoyed writing Stockholm Surrender. It all started with a free short story Stockholm Seduction. I had several readers email me asking for more of Ty and Penny, so eager to please, I let the characters talk to me again and they took me on a global tale of mystery, high jinx and some seriously sexy scenes.




Here are what reviewers are saying about Stockholm Surrender. (Oysters and Chocolate, Amazon.)

There is something about a bad boy. Especially a bad boy with a cause. Ty Winters is that sort of boy.
The premise is inspired, and one of the most unusual takes on the theme of kidnap within erotica that I’ve come across.
Even when Ty hacks off a clump of Penny’s hair to post to her father, Penny is still determined to see him again- and this is where the skill of Lily’s writing shines through. As a reader I was with Penny- you believe she wants to be with Ty even after he destroys her hair- and you can see why. As a couple- however wildly unconventional- they steam. 
If you like your erotica edgy and kinky, but with the romance kept in, then Stockholm Surrender is a must read.
I absolutely adored this book! It's hot enough to melt your e-reader but it's also got a gripping and intense story. The tension between these two characters and the intense suspense kept me glued to this book. When I had to put it down, it drove me crazy until I could get back to it again. The writing is outstanding, the characters practically leap off the page, and the story is unique and compelling. I loved this one from start to finish, and when I reached the end I still didn't want it to be over.
This isn't for the fainthearted. It's erotic and has what could be a few triggers for some readers - kidnap, extortion etc - but I feel it is well handled, sexily written and unless those triggers themselves can stop you from enjoying the book most readers will find it a fun, intense read and thoroughly enjoy it. I know I did. I'm eagerly awaiting more of Ms. Harlems books!




Blurb
By popular reader request, the full-length story of what happens after Stockholm Seduction. (Stockholm Seduction is included in the novel as a prologue.)
My soul was in turmoil. Ty Winters had not only kidnapped me in Oz, my heartstoppingly gorgeous surfer had also stoked my darkest desires, bringing all my fantasies to the surface. So Oxford wasn’t going well. Until, that is, he creeped from the shadows—desperate, sexy, dangerous and wanting a piece of me, literally!
He teased me with a taste of his carnal skills, leaving me burning with frustration then forced to stand by as he fought for his beliefs using my lust-addled body as his most powerful weapon.Oh, my kidnapper knew just how to get what he wanted, giving me just what I needed, while hiding our relationship from the British foreign minister and police. Because sometimes two people are meant to be, even in the most unconventional circumstances and twisted situations. We could fight the world, but we couldn’t fight our passion.



Snog
I glanced around the reading room. It was practically empty—the long, polished walnut tables unoccupied except for three fellow students buried in paving-slab-sized books, their fingers tapping away on laptops. Their heads low, they didn’t look up. Like me they’d been here for hours, lost in words.Studying my own heap of books, I decided to call it a night. The large skylights revealed a dark November sky heavy with stars. The brass table lamps gave the silent room a shadowy, studious glow. I was hungry and my brain felt fudged.Slipping my netbook into my rucksack, I heaved three thick criminal law books against my chest and went through the small archway leading into the enormous library. My footsteps were loud and echoed around the tall wooden rows of shelving. There was no one else around this late. My new mates were partying tonight. They’d asked me to go with them. “Let’s find some fit guys!” they’d said. But I hadn’t been up for it. I knew they were thinking they’d been dumped with a stick-in-the-mud as the fourth member of the gang in our halls of residence, but I couldn’t help it. My mind and body were stuck on Ty. Thoughts of Ty, images of Ty, memories of Ty. The fact that he was thousands of miles away didn’t seem to make any difference to my lust-addled body or my damn obsessive brain.It was crazy. It wasn’t as though I was in love with him or anything.I shoved the first heavy book into place between volumes one and three of Judicial Sentencing and recalled his last words. “This isn’t over... When you least expect it, Penny, when you are all alone, in the shadows, I’ll come for you and I’ll take you...again.”I wished he would bloody well get on with it.Heading deeper into the library past Juvenile Crime and European Union Law, I was enveloped in the room’s heavy silence. The shelves were tall, easily twice my height, and ladders had to be used to reach the top. The whole place had a timeless quality to it, the acres of pages and billions of words revered by all, including, it seemed, the atmosphere.Reaching aisle twenty-three, I reached to slip in my last two books, side by side.A small piece of paper caught my eye. It sat in the space between editions three and six of Tort Law. In scrawling black writing it read simply, Soon.I spun around, belly clenching. There was no one there.The books on the opposite shelf loomed over me. I glanced left and right. The blank white walls at either end pressed in, amplifying my aloneness.Who had written the note?Ty? Could it be?Hastily I pocketed the scrap of paper, shoved the books away then stepped toward the end of the aisle. Much as I wanted to see him, there was something menacing about the way this note was written and hidden. The silence and stillness of the library suddenly seemed scary.I’d made it three steps back toward the reading room before a gloved hand clamped over my mouth and I was pulled back against a solid chest.“Mmph!” I managed, fear and anticipation reaching dizzying heights. I’d been grabbed like this before. Then, I’d been terrified, certain that death was about to claim me. Now terror was mixed with a perverse excitement I certainly wasn’t proud of.“Keep it quiet,” a familiar Australian voice whispered hotly in my ear. “I’ve got more of that sleepy stuff if you want me to knock you out again.”Instinctively I tried to shove free.It was no good. He had me in a viselike grip.His voice deepened. “Keep the hell still, I need to cut off a piece of you.” Cut off a piece of me! Oh fuck!I squirmed and wriggled, terror overriding excitement and both fight and flight kicking in. Hell, I’d seen what he could do with a knife—that snake hadn’t stood a chance and I suspected neither would I.“Shit, keep still,” he said, his voice tight and strained. “I won’t hurt you, I promise. Penny, it’s not what you think, calm down.”I was pacified a fraction and stopped my writhing. His tight hold didn’t let up. He had one thickly corded forearm wrapped around my waist and the other held my head in the groove of his shoulder. His gloved palm was tight over my mouth and his fingertips pressed into my cheek.The thud of his heart vibrated into my back, its speed matching my own. His chest heaved and his rapid breaths blew like a storm in my ear. Despite myself, a tremble of lust shook up my spine. I’d been thinking of him, of being in his arms, of having him take me for so many weeks and now, finally, it was happening. My traitorous body stopped fighting as desire diluted the adrenaline.“Are you gonna keep quiet if I take my hand off your mouth?” he asked. I nodded.“Promise?”I nodded again and stilled completely.The pressure lifted. I knew I should scream and shout for help. Shit, he wanted to cut off a piece of me. This was the man who’d kidnapped me and here he was again, grabbing me.There were at least three people in the reading room—surely they would hear a panicked yelp. Security would come running, police would be called. He would be hauled off to prison, especially when I confirmed it was he who’d taken me in Australia too.“Penny,” he said, spinning me to face him at the same time backing me up against the opposite bookshelf. “I’m sorry that I have to do this to you.” His big hands pressed on the balls of my shoulders.I stared into his handsome face, his full lips even more kissable than I remembered, his eyes an even denser shade of cobalt blue. He’d shaved off the fuzzy soul patch that had been beneath his bottom lip last time I’d seen him. “Do what, Ty?”He widened his eyes. “You know my name?”“Of course, it wasn’t hard to find you on Facebook.” He lowered his thick blond brows. “Shit!”“I just went through all the James Hills. His profile picture is of you two together on a beach somewhere.” I paused. “And after our last encounter, you were easy to spot even with clothes on.”“Ah, crap.” He shifted his feet and looked left and right, as if deciding which way to take off. “I didn’t even think of Facebook.”I didn’t want him to take off anywhere. Having him pressed against me, having his body heat and divine, fresh-from-the-shower smell cocoon me was what I’d been dreaming of for so long. “It’s okay, it doesn’t matter,” I said quickly. “Only I saw you back in Oz so I gave a different description to the police. I haven’t told anyone that I know who you really are.”“Seriously?” He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head. His flopping blond fringe shifted over his brows. “You really did that?”“Yes, I didn’t think you would be much use to James if you were locked up too.”Or much use to me.“Blimey, thanks.” He flicked his head and his hair shifted again.I placed my hands on his chest. He wore a dark-gray t-shirt under a red-checked fleecy shirt. The t-shirt material was thin and I could make out the shape of his pectoral muscles beneath. “I thought you were still in Australia anyway.”He slid a hand up the back of my neck, feathering his fingers through the short hair at my nape. “I had to come to England. Your father’s position as foreign secretary still makes him, and you, my best hope for getting James out.” He lowered his voice. “You are my bargaining tool, Penny, so if you’re in England it’s where I need to be.”I swallowed as a tickle of sensation radiated from his touch, pricking the skin on my scalp and down my spine. He’d followed me to England, to Oxford. He was a serious as ever about getting James out. He was as serious as ever about me being the key.“And I am sorry I have to do this.” He pressed his body into mine and, between one heartbeat and the next, he harnessed both my wrists in just one of his big hands, locking them down at my stomach.A bolt of fear shot through me as he whipped out a lethal-looking knife from his back pocket. The handle appeared to be crocodile skin and the sharp blade was curved like a macabre smile. He held it up between our faces.“Oh god, no, please, Ty,” I squeaked through the tight channel of my throat. “I want to help. You said you wouldn’t hurt me.”His intense gaze captured mine. “I won’t hurt you, Penny, if you keep quiet and still. Really still.”Shit. Why hadn’t I screamed a few minutes ago when I’d had the chance? He was crazy. A madman. I should have known. Oh, why had I been having all these delusional fantasies about him coming back for me? I was a fool, a hopeless, romantic, sex-starved fool and now I was going to die for it.A whimper of fear escaped my lips.“Penny,” he whispered. “I won’t hurt you. I just need a lock of your hair.”My eyes were filling. “My...my hair?”“Yes, if I was a real bad guy I would take a finger or a toe to send to your father, but a lock of hair will do.” He clenched his jaw. “Now keep the hell still.”He released my wrists and fisted a chunk of my fringe.“Ty,” I whispered, my feet nailed to the spot.“Shh, don’t move.” His long, lean legs trapped my thighs and his pelvis knocked into my hipbones. The shelves behind me dug into my back and the crown of my head was squashed against book spines.I gulped as the knife slanted and glinted over my forehead. The roots of my hair complained as he tugged his fistful of fringe and sliced, unnervingly near to the roots, with the sinfully sharp blade.“That should do,” he said, showing me a big clump of my pale-blonde hair. “And he’ll definitely know it’s your hair when he sees that.” He nodded at my head.I raised my hand to my hairline. There was at least a two-inch square patch of soft stubble. “Oh crap,” I said with a frown.He poked the lock of hair into a small, clear plastic bag and shoved it in his front jean pocket, then re-sheathed the knife before tucking it away. All the time his body kept pressed into mine, and as much as I was monumentally pissed about having a bald patch, the feel of him, his closeness, the sound of his breathing and the scent of his skin were like a drug to me—all I could feel was lust.Am I crazy?Probably.“So what now?” I asked.His gaze harnessed mine and he cupped my cheek with his gloved palms, the wool scratchy against my skin. “Now I send that to your father, just to let him know I can still get to his precious little girl even on the other side of the world. He needs to listen to me. He needs to give James’ case attention, soon.”“How is James?”He frowned. “I stopped over on my way here and after a lot of paperwork and hanging around I saw him. He’s thin, thin and scared, but typical James he’s trying to be positive. Although how he’s managing it I don’t know. The place is hell on earth.”“It must be awful.”Ty narrowed his eyes and nibbled at his full bottom lip. “Yeah, it is. I’ve got to get him out, there’s going to be a retrial but it could go against him, there’s talk of the death sentence.”“Shit, really? God, that’s awful. I want to help.”He tipped his head a little nearer to mine and I traced my fingertips over the rise of his collarbones to the hollow of his throat.“Do you really?” he asked.“Yes, of course. I’ve brought it up with my father several times.”“So bring it up again.” His voice was steely.“I will, I have. Trouble is, he’s so pissed that you kidnapped me back in Oz that he flips into a blind rage whenever the subject is raised.”“Well, he’s going to have to get over that. Maybe when he gets the message that you’re going to be taken again he’ll come to his senses.”“Aren’t you taking me now?” He shook his head.I shifted against him.He didn’t budge.“So when are you going to let me go?”He curled his lips into a devilish smile. “In a minute.”I swallowed and wondered what it was about that smile that sent hot fiery fingers of need speeding to every erogenous zone in my body.“Right after I’ve done this,” he murmured.In a sudden rush, he claimed my mouth in a hot, hungry kiss. I opened up and let him in, releasing a small moan of pleasure as his arms circled my body and pulled me close. Damn, the man could kiss. His mouth communicated desire and strength, passion and danger and I lapped it up like the starving, reckless woman I was.He chased for my tongue and we began a wild, slippery tango. As if we couldn’t get enough of each other.I slotted my fingers into his thick hair and urged him closer.“Ah, fuck, Penny,” he gasped, trailing supercharged kisses over my cheek. “If only...”I tipped my neck as he explored behind my ear with his mouth, making me shiver in bliss. “If only what?” I asked breathlessly, barely controlling the delicious shudders rippling up my spine.“If only circumstances were different.” He was exploring with his hands too, the thin material of the gloves sliding beneath my sweater, over the base of my ribs to my breasts.I trembled as he cupped me through my bra and tweaked my nipple. “Different?” I managed. My brain was struggling to work. He did this to me, Ty, made me forget everything and all sense.“Yeah, if only we’d met like two ordinary people.” His voice was low and husky. “Instead of this crazy situation. We could have been so hot together.”“We are hot together.”“Fuck, I know, but there’s nothing we can do about it.”He was spooning my other breast now, holding it in his palm. The urge to pull off my top and let him have full access was overwhelming. “We did something about it last time.”“I know, and I still feel terrible about it.”I pushed at his shoulders and captured his gaze. “Don’t feel terrible, it was amazing.”He stared down at me. “But it was wrong. I was holding you captive, against your will, and I ended up fucking you.”“Only because I asked. It was hardly rape, was it?” Sweeping my hands over his shoulders, I pulled him closer again. Beneath my sweater he smoothed his hands around my back. Suddenly I was aware of a hardness jabbing into my belly—a long, thick hardness that I remembered only too well.His nostrils flared and he sucked in a breath. He ground his erection forward.“It was sexy and steamy,” I whispered onto his lips. “And bloody hell, I had one incredible orgasm.”His eyes sparkled. “Yeah, I remember the cute little squeal you made when you came.” He poked out his tongue and traced the seam of my lips. “I’d quite like to hear it again sometime.”“Here?” I curled my leg around one of his and trapped him to me, shifted against his cock. “Now?”“Tempting, but no, not here, not now.”“When, where?”He mashed his lips to mine, hard and fretful. Shoved his steely length into my belly even more firmly.I whimpered, a combination of lust and shock. Being pinned in his embrace sent my heart rate to dangerous levels and my head went giddy. I loved the way he kissed me. No man had ever kissed me with such desperation, such urgent intensity.“Soon,” he said, pulling away and forcing me to unfurl my limbs from his body. “Soon, Penny, but I’ve got to get some results from your father first.”He stepped back and I stared up at him. I was panting and my skin prickled with a heated flush that had turned me feverish.He was breathing fast too. His fists were balled at his sides, his lips shiny from our kisses. The package in his jeans was impressive and I was more than a little irritated that I wasn’t about to get up close and personal with it again.“I’ll do my best to persuade my father,” I said breathlessly.“Do more than your best. Make it happen, or I will be forced to take drastic action, baby .”Then, as fast as he’d appeared he was gone, slipping around the end of the aisle so quickly I could almost have believed he’d evaporated.My heart knocked and my pussy buzzed. The feel of his arms around me and his hard cock had reawakened so many emotions and desires. My gut clenched and my body felt weak. I clutched the side of the shelf for support and fought the urge to crumple into a heap on the floor.Ty was the worst man in the world for me to want. He was dangerous, unpredictable and desperate. Skilled in a whole host of things that could get me into very deep trouble, not just with the law but in the broken-heart department too.But one thing was for sure.I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything else in my life.


I hope you enjoyed that snippet taken from the first chapter of Stockholm Surrender. Leave me a comment telling me what sexy hunk you would most like to hold you captive - real or fictional - and I will enter you into a draw to win Stockholm Surrender. Make sure you leave me your email address, winner will be announced on Halloween.
If you can't wait and want to go and grab yourself a copy of Penny and Ty's story, Stockholm Surrender, here are the links - if you win you can choose a different one of my books as a prize :-)
Ellora's Cave
Amazon US
Amazon UK
All Romance eBooks
Barnes and Noble

Thanks for stopping by and joining in on Blisse Kiss After Dark!
Lily x

When One Is Not Enough

If you haven't been over to my favourite menage haunt for a while, why not pop over and see what the authors and readers who like more than two, three or even four in a bed have been up to!

If you want to check out all of my posts they are listed HERE
Have a wonderful day
Lily x

Angel Laird Vampire Wife by Suz deMello

Blurb:
Edgar, Laird MacReiver, had never regretted his decision to wed Isobel, daughter of Clan Kilburn’s laird…until she bit his tongue and drank his blood. Will tying her hands, spanking her rump and making her come tame the wild child of the infamous vampire clan?
Or are some women too dangerous to tame?
Available from:
Amazon (US)
Amazon  (UK)
Amazon (Germany)
Amazon (France)
*****Chapter One
Kilburn Castle, Scotland1766
Some said that Edgar, Laird MacReiver, had made a deal with the devil. And not just an ordinary deal, for he’d agreed to marry the devil’s daughter.Lacking a superstitious cast of mind, he’d never regretted his decision to ally with Clan Kilburn until this moment. Atop the battlements, he disregarded the noontime sun glittering over the sea, the fresh spring breeze off the water and the white clouds scudding through the sky. Instead, he watched the scene below him. Down in the castle courtyard, a young woman struggled with a horse. Not just any young woman. She’d been betrothed to him before her birth. And not just any horse. Isobel, now eighteen, grasped the bridle of Ranger, a buckskin stallion, the pride and joy of Edgar’s heart.She wrestled with a reluctant Ranger before swinging long legs clad in trews over the steed’s back. Clinging to his mane, she somehow kept her seat while the stallion curvetted and spun. Her hat flew off and her braid loosened, the black hair whipping ‘round as Ranger sought to dislodge her.Another neigh and a leap before the horse dashed out of the open gate. His hooves clattered on the drawbridge as he galloped over the moat. Isobel clung to his back like a flea unwilling to give up its perch on a dog.“I ordered her not to ride Ranger,” Edgar said with some disbelief and more resentment. “He’s too big for her. And he’s young, not quite broken. The only rider he tolerates is me.”“Our Isobel is a bold horsewoman.” Kieran Kilburn cocked a dark brow at Edgar. “She doesna like to admit that there’s a steed on this earth that she canna master.”Though nearing his fiftieth year, the Kilburn chieftain hadn’t sprouted even one gray hair. No wrinkles marred his smooth, unusually white skin, save those that were the product of his constant smile. All the Kilburns shared the same traits: tall and strong, with midnight black hair and eyes. In comparison Edgar often had felt like a little white mouse, at least until he grew and the lassies started to take an interest in his fair hair and blue eyes. Then he’d realized that his different looks were an advantage.An advantage, that is, with everyone but Isobel.“She obeys you.” The wind loosened the leather thong tying Edgar’s hair at the nape. He tightened it. “Why not me?”Kier’s eyes twinkled. “She obeys me, laddie, because I punish her when she does not.”“May I borrow your Dash?” Frowning, Edgar turned to descend into the courtyard with Kieran following.“Aye, but don’t count on Dash to catch his son.”“We’ll do our best. Thank you, sir.” He handed his blue jacket to a guard and mounted the buckskin. “I go now to find my bride. I hope she’ll return suitably chastened.”With a shrug, Kier folded his arms over his chest. “Ye ken what ye have to do.” * * * * *Edgar caught up with Isobel and Ranger in the forest. The horse now ambled rather than raced, the trees bordering the meadow surrounding the castle having slowed his flight. Edgar eased Dash into a walk and splashed through a brook while watching Ranger manage Isobel.The stallion apparently decided that he no longer would tolerate even Isobel’s light weight and proceeded to use a low-hanging branch to scrape her off. She landed flat on her back with a grunt. Ranger headed toward the stream and the new green grass beside it, thank the gods, instead of trampling the silly wench under his hooves. Her laughter could be heard even from several yards away. “La! What a ride! I’ll tame that mount yet.” She sat up and rubbed her back. Still on horseback, Edgar towered over her. “The only mount who needs taming is you. No harm done, milady?” He was pleased that he kept a mild tone of voice, because inside he was seething.“None.” She smiled up at him, her black eyes twinkling through the curtain of her lashes.Bewitching, but he hardened his heart, determined that he’d not be led by the nose. He didn’t like managing females, and if he allowed her to rule him now, she’d rule him forever. “Whatever possessed you to steal Ranger?”“I didn’t steal Ranger. I borrowed him.”“Against my express wishes. If your clumsiness has harmed him, Isobel—” “My clumsiness?” She leapt to her feet.He gave her a long, cool stare before turning away. He chirruped to Ranger, who raised his head from the sweet grass by the stream. Still chewing, he walked sedately to Edgar.He dismounted to caress his horse’s forehead before running his hands along the neck and body. Something hot and red billowed in Isobel’s chest. What was it? ‘Twas the same uncomfortable feeling she got when her younger brothers or sisters claimed too much of their parents’ attention. The same horrible emotion that overcame her when other lassies dared to flirt with Edgar…which happened more frequently than she liked.Jealousy.She was jealous of the attention Edgar was giving to a horse. A horse. Bloody hell.Removing his gloves, Edgar slid expert fingers up and down each of Ranger’s legs, paying particular attention to the delicate fetlocks. She wondered how those long, tanned, strong fingers would feel if he touched her. When he finally touched her. So far he’d kept his distance even though they were affianced, a fact which she both liked and resented.He straightened with a sigh. “No harm done. You were lucky this time, my girl.”“Your girl? Since when am I your girl?”He led the horse back to the stream and dropped the reins.  Ranger drank placidly. Standing in the water with tail a’swish, he seemed completely unlike the wild beast she’d sought to tame. Dash joined him.Edgar eyed the horses, then eyed her. “You’ve been mine since before you were born.” “I mislike your manner, sir. I am yet unmarried. I belong to no man.”“You belong to me.” He returned, looming over her, tall and blond and impossibly beautiful. The Angel Laird, the lassies called him. Well, they could have him. “I willna be ordered. I willna be treated as though I’m a possession.”He took her by the shoulders. “But you are.”His mouth descended on hers while one hand seized the back of her head, holding her fast. She couldna resist, and didna want to, for she’d yearned for this moment.
*****


Best-selling, award-winning author Sue Swift, a.k.a Suz deMello, has written over fifteen novels, plus several short stories and non-fiction articles. She writes in numerous genres including romance, mystery, paranormal, historical, contemporary comedy and erotica. She’s a freelance editor who’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Ai Press, Liquid Silver Books and Etopia Press. She also takes on private clients.
Her books have been favorably reviewed in PW, Kirkus and Booklist, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.
A former trial attorney, she resides in northern California. Her passion is world travel, and she’s left the US over a dozen times, including stints working overseas for many months. Right now, she's working on her next manuscript and planning her next trip.
Blog
Websites Suz deMello and Sue Swift
Find her reading picks @ReadThis4fun on Twitter.

Review copies

I have ten copies of The Glass Knot to giveaway for review.

Blurb

What’s a girl to do when the guy she falls for is married to another man?
This is exactly what happened to me. Seeing Josh Kendal stroll out of the Mediterranean Sea wearing tight navy swim trunks and looking like a hot new James Bond was a truly delicious moment. Catching sight of his wedding ring was like a kick in the shin and meeting his gorgeous husband, phew, that was enough to make any girl groan at the cruel joke God was playing on her.
But all was not as it seemed, and when Josh needed a woman to sort out a ‘delicate predicament’ I was the one for the job – heck, what did I have to lose? Certainly not as much as him, literally.
Trouble is, emotions always get tangled, loyalties can’t help but be divided and with a night of memories so hot they'd have the devil sweating, there was only one thing for it—it was time to get honest, fight for what I wanted despite society’s constraints and open my heart to the people it needed most.

Reader advisory - The Glass Knot is an erotic romance featuring M/M and M/F love and every combination of two guys and a girl you can think of!

If you can read and review on Amazon and/or Goodreads then leave your email address in a comment box along with your preference for mobi, pdf or epub. First ten will be sent copies :-)
Thanks
Lily x

Sunday Snog - The Glass Knot

Welcome to another Sunday Snog, my favourite smoochy day of the week!

My latest menage novel, The Glass Knot, has just released on Amazon and I am still very excited about it!
Blurb
What’s a girl to do when the guy she falls for is married to another man?

This is exactly what happened to me. Seeing Josh Kendal stroll out of the Mediterranean Sea wearing tight navy swim trunks and looking like a hot new James Bond was a truly delicious moment. Catching sight of his wedding ring was like a kick in the shin and meeting his gorgeous husband, phew, that was enough to make any girl groan at the cruel joke God was playing on her.

But all was not as it seemed, and when Josh needed a woman to sort out a ‘delicate predicament’ I was the one for the job – heck, what did I have to lose? Certainly not as much as him, literally.

Trouble is, emotions always get tangled, loyalties can’t help but be divided and with a night of memories so hot they'd have the devil sweating, there was only one thing for it—it was time to get honest, fight for what I wanted despite society’s constraints and open my heart to the people it needed most.

* * * * *

You can read the prologue and the first chapter here, but below is a snog to whet your appetite...

I rested my hands on my hips and studied the inside of the barn. It was darker than I’d hoped, but perhaps, with my flashlight on a high stand, I could simulate a streak of sunshine slicing through the stacked hay bales.
“Do you really think it will work?” Josh asked.
I glanced upward at the high ceiling dense with cobwebs. Several abandoned bird nests sat in the shadows. “Yes, it could.” I quickly walked over to the barn doors and pushed them apart, just a fraction. “Especially if this is open a foot or so because then a shard of natural light filters in.”
Josh looked unsure.
“It’ll be fine. Just stand there.” I pointed toward the bales. Several had been opened and the hay burst out creating a bed of pale strands. “That’s where the sliver of light coming through the door lands, see, like a torch beam. I think it will be a nice effect on you.”
Josh gave an easy going smile, shrugged, and stepped up to where I’d pointed. “Here?”
“Yep, perfect. Just stand still while I fiddle with the settings.”
My Nikon was an extension of me. It had been a faithful friend and loyal keeper of pictures for over two years now. It only took a moment to adjust.
I looked through the lens.
My breath caught in my throat. I had to pause for a moment.
Josh was even more beautiful today than he had been when I’d met him in Marbella or even when I’d seen him the day before walking through the orchard. I don’t know what it was about him, but every time he smiled afresh or appeared in a room, I fell for him just a little bit more. It was crazy, this be friends plan, whoever’s plan that was, because it would never work. Not when he was so perfect, so sexy and so unattainable.
“Do I need to smile now?” he asked.
You can smile all day, gorgeous.
“Not yet, just checking the light. The background is going to be quite dark, but you’ll have a streak of sunshine on you. It will be very atmospheric.” I stepped forward, reached out and touched his shoulder. “Turn this way a tiny bit, so you’re not in the shade too much.”
Feeling hard, warm muscle beneath the light blue checked shirt he was wearing did bubbly things to my stomach. But I tried my best to ignore it. Well, ignoring it was impossible, especially when his cologne bombarded me with images of us fucking crazily, in every position we could think of, but at least he didn’t know what I was experiencing and remembering. My thoughts were my own.
“It’s quiet in here,” Josh whispered, his eyes sparkling as light spilled across his face.
“Yes.”
“Is it a nice change from the city?”
“Definitely, I love it.”
He grinned. “Good, I like having you here.”
It would have been easy to get carried away with his words. Try and read between the lines and think there was more to them, but I didn’t. Instead, I took a picture and studied the screen.
“Any good?” Josh asked.
“Yes, it’s a start.” Again I stepped up to him and this time cupped his freshly shaven chin, moved it an inch. “You can smile now,” I said, gazing into his eyes.
He did. A lovely full smile that creased the corners of his eyes and showed off his teeth.
I moved away, camera at the ready. Clicked several times, adoring the way the streak of sunlight caressed the angle of his jaw, the straight bridge of his nose and the thickness of his neck. It also shined into his hair, creating a glow that could almost be mistaken for a halo.
Except I knew Josh could be devilishly bad when he wanted to be. Angel he was not.
“Let me see,” Josh said.
“Stay there.” I didn’t want him to move from the magical stream of light we’d harnessed. I stepped up to him, showed him the screen. Our shoulders touched as he stooped slightly. Every erogenous zone in my body bristled at the connection.
“Mmm, that’s a great effect, but...”
He didn’t like it. I sagged in disappointment.
“It just isn’t...” Josh said, rubbing his index finger over his lips. “It’s just isn’t sexy enough.”
“Oh, okay.” Not what I was expecting. As far as I was concerned he couldn’t be sexier.
“I was thinking more of a picture like this.” He gripped the base of his shirt and peeled it over his head. I had to step away to stop his arms knocking me as he tossed it to the floor.
“It is, after all, for Nick’s home office. It’s not like anyone else will see it.”
I have to.
I’d have to see his beautiful chest while I took the picture and then I’d never be able to delete it. It would be on my computer until the end of time.
“Nick would like this better,” Josh said.
“Yes, of course, okay.”
Who could blame Nick?
There was something about Josh’s chest that was sublimely perfect. I’d noticed it that first moment when I’d seen him walking, all wet and tanned, out of the sea. His chest was broad, his pecs square, his little nipples cute, and the way his ribs tapered down to his abs and obliques would make Rodin weep to sculpt him.
My chest tightened. My longing was so much more intense now than on the beach that day. Because now I knew what his chest was like to touch and kiss, cuddle into. How it looked pressed against my breasts and covered in our mingled sex sweat, rising and falling rapidly as he fought for breath after riding into me hard and fast.
I willed myself back to the present. But with his aftershave settling in my nose and mixing with the soft male scent that radiated from his naked skin, it was not an easy task. I started taking more pictures. This time ensuring I had his entire upper torso in the frame.
Once again the sun worshipped him, lovingly touching each perfect muscle and tendon. Highlighting bulging biceps and the sinewy tendons of his neck. It made me want to worship him too, lick every square inch that I could, and then get hold of his cock and...
Oh, fuck. I have to get out of here.
I did six more shots and lowered my camera. “I think that’s plenty.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, maybe you’d like some pictures outside, in the garden?”
So I can get some air.
I fiddled with the zoom. My pussy was thrumming. I should have brought Rocky then I could have disappeared into the bathroom for some alone time. Sorted out the ache between my legs.
“No.” His voice was firm and deep.
I lifted my head.
There was something in his eyes that made me freeze. I’d seen that look before. It was raw and hungry. The soft, caring, relaxed expression of moments ago had gone. Josh was thinking about something dirty, sexy and...carnal.
I know him better than I thought.
“I don’t want to go in the garden. I want to stay in here.”
“Oh, do you want me to get Nick?”
“No.” His lips tightened and he stepped closer.
“But, er, maybe I could do some pictures of the pair of you together.”
“No, that’s not what I want.” He reached out and lifted the thin leather camera strap over my head.
Just the brush of his fingertips on my neck sent more lust raging through me. But this was crazy. There was nothing between Josh and I. There couldn’t be. For Nick’s sake there couldn’t be.
He set my camera on a hay bale then loomed back over me.
I stared up at him. The dim light and the silence seemed to weave a spell around us, a spell that made it only us. The air was thick with dust, palpable with desire. His eyes were locked with mine, and a slow growing realization crept over me.
He’s looking down at me like he wants a repeat performance of our wildest moment in Spain.
“Lord help me,” he mumbled, dropping his head closer still, until his breaths breezed over my face.
The unthinkable, the impossible was about to happen. He was going to kiss me, and I was going to let him, despite my promise to Nick.
No I can’t do that. I’m not a bitch.
“Laura, I can’t stop thinking about you, about us. I just need to...I want...”
I despaired with myself, didn’t think I could stoop to such depths of self-destruction. Drop myself into a pit where I knew guilt would eat me alive. But I was going to. Josh could do whatever he wanted and take whatever he needed. His words, the desire in his eyes, it was like showing a red rag to a bull. “Yes,” I said.
The decision had made itself.
I flung my arms around his neck at the same time as he dragged my body to his. Our mouths connected in a frantic, desperate kiss. Tongues racing and searching, lips starving as we fed off each other.
He let out a low, triumphant sound, like a growl. It made the hairs on the back of my neck rise. All sane thoughts left me. I was in Josh’s arms, he was all I wanted, and judging by the long hard bulge jutting into my stomach, he wanted me too.
I couldn’t help myself. I knew, in the back of my mind, how much this would hurt Nick, but that worry seemed like a million light years away. It was scarily easy to bury it and figure it out later.
“I’ve dreamed of tasting you again,” he admitted hoarsely.
“You have?”
“Yeah, I know I shouldn’t but I can’t seem to stop myself.” He slid his hands down and cupped my ass through my jeans, tugged me harder against him. “You’ve got under my skin and into my brain. I can’t stop thinking of you and our night together.” He groaned and kissed me even harder.
His words and his urgent kiss sent electric pulses of delight through my body. My breasts grew heavy as I leaned into his bare chest. My breaths were hard to catch. I should have replied, or told him to stop or something, but I couldn’t. I was sating a hunger that had been growing to alarming proportions.
An image of Nick, relaxed on holiday, smiling and confident came into my mind.
How can I be doing this?
I pushed at Josh, shook my head. “No.”
“Yes.” He stepped backwards, dragging me with him. Then we were lying down on the soft hay and his luscious weight was settling over me, the word no was lost from my vocabulary and the image of Nick evaporated.
Hurriedly I explored Josh’s naked back, dipping into the valley of his spine and adoring the power harnessed in every muscle. Our legs tangled, he shoved up my t- shirt and dragged my bra to one side.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” he groaned, taking my nipple into his mouth. He pinched the hard nub between his teeth and sucked, just the way I liked, the way I’d taught him to do it.
I shut my eyes, threaded my fingers into his hair. Just minutes ago I’d been wishing I’d brought my vibrator, now it seemed Josh had solved the problem.
He suddenly sat back on his heels and yanked down the zipper on his jeans. Pulled himself free. There were no boxers to get in the way. His cock just sprung out, thick, rigid and heavy.
My mouth watered at the sight of his shaft and the big, angry red head. I reached for him greedily, wrapped my hands around his cock and squeezed.
He sucked in a breath, and a tremble attacked his body. “Your little hands are so sweet on me.”
“Josh, oh, I’ve missed you so much. I want you.”
“And you’re going to get me,” he said, dropping down and taking my mouth in a kiss that left no doubt in my mind exactly what was going to happen next.


I hope you enjoyed that sexy snippet. Here are the buy links.
Amazon US
Amazon UK
Have a great Sunday!
Lily x

New Release - The Glass Knot

Now available for Amazon Kindle, The Glass Knot, a steamy menage novel with hot man love and every combination of two guys and a girl you can think of!


Blurb
What’s a girl to do when the guy she falls for is married to another man?
This is exactly what happened to me. Seeing Josh Kendal stroll out of the Mediterranean Sea wearing tight navy swim trunks and looking like a hot new James Bond was a truly delicious moment. Catching sight of his wedding ring was like a kick in the shin and meeting his gorgeous husband, phew, that was enough to make any girl groan at the cruel joke God was playing on her.
But all was not as it seemed, and when Josh needed a woman to sort out a ‘delicate predicament’ I was the one for the job – heck, what did I have to lose? Certainly not as much as him, literally.
Trouble is, emotions always get tangled, loyalties can’t help but be divided and with a night of memories so hot they'd have the devil sweating, there was only one thing for it—it was time to get honest, fight for what I wanted despite society’s constraints and open my heart to the people it needed most.
Excerpt
After slipping my keycard into room eighty-four, we wandered in. The maid had visited and turned back the covers on the king-size bed. A lone chocolate sat on the pillow and light from a standing lamp, by a bucket armchair, bathed the room in a warm buttery glow.The curtains were shut against the sights and sounds of Marbella. The room was so silent and still, I was sure Josh would be able to hear the pounding in my chest.I set my small clutch purse on the dresser and toed off my sandals.“Nice room,” he said, glancing around and twisting his hands together.“Thanks.”He looked at his feet, then at the lamp, then at the blank TV screen. His face had paled, and he was gnawing at the inside of his cheek. It was then it struck me.Josh is nervous.And, of course, why wouldn’t he be? The guy was a virgin. He’d never been with a woman, and despite the fact he was drop-dead gorgeous and did the deed with Nick, he was nervous—nervous of having sex with me, a woman, for the first time.Suddenly I felt a whole lot better. My abstinence worries were nothing compared to what he was going through. I was the one who had done this before, countless times, and on occasions, with amazing success.“Hey,” I said, moving closer. “I’m not going to bite you.”His gaze captured mine. “I know. Well, I don’t know, actually, but I hope you won’t.”Touching my finger against the top button of his shirt, I breathed in his lovely scent. It was stronger in my room, as if his nervousness and the four walls had intensified it. “I want this to be special for you, for me, for us both,” I whispered.He swallowed and nodded.“Would you like me to take off your clothes?” I asked.“No, not yet, but will you take off yours?” He poked out his tongue and licked his lips.“There’s not much to take off.” I backed away and gave my best seductive smile. “Just this little, hardly worth wearing dress.” As I spoke I undid the side zip and let the linen fall over my hips and down to my ankles.His eyes followed the movement of the material, then, as it bunched on the floor, he trailed his gaze back up my body.I tilted my hips, jauntily, and was pleased to note there was still a notable strain going on in his jeans. “And of course I need to get rid of this silky underwear.”He rubbed his hand over his forehead, his eyes darted between my bra and my panties.“Josh, would you like me to take off my underwear?”He nodded, quickly, three sharp up-and-down twitches of his head.I smiled, pleased that I still had him and he hadn’t decided to back out. Because at this point, no amount of Rocky power would make up for him leaving before the main event.Reaching behind myself, I unfastened the hook on my strapless bra. It was white, like my panties, and had two small cream roses in the center. It was one of my favorite underwear sets.As the material fell away from my breasts his gaze burned into my chest. His eyes were unblinking, his breaths short and shallow.I tossed the bra aside and tweaked my already taut nipples. I liked my nipples, they were pale and small, cute I had been told, and they were really sensitive, incredibly responsive to any kind of stimulation.“I’ve seen plenty of women’s tits on the beach this week,” he said breathily. “But none as beautiful as yours, Laura. None that I could simply stare at all night.”“I hope you’ll do more than stare.” I could hardly keep the lust from my voice. “I’d like to feel your lips, your tongue, the stubble on your chin scratching over them.”He swallowed and shifted from one foot to the other. “Okay.”“But first things first,” I said, hooking my thumbs beneath the elastic of my panties. “You said you wanted me to take off my clothes. I haven’t quite done that yet.” Very slowly I began to roll the scrap of silk and lace down. Inch by inch revealing my thin landing strip of pale brown pubic hair, and praying that the damp gusset wouldn’t be too obvious as it slid down my legs.He stared at the juncture of my thighs as I kicked my pile of clothes away then stood totally naked before him.“Josh,” I whispered.“You’re exquisite,” he said softly. “And so neat.”“You mean compared to a man?”He nodded, still staring at my pussy. “Yes, compared to Nick, compared to me, no dangly bits, just softness and curves in all the right places.”I suppressed a giggle. “I’m glad you think so.”His gaze met mine. The sexual tension fizzing between us straightened my mouth and beat down my mirth.“Oh, I more than think so. Laura, please, I want to touch you.”“And I want to touch you, so take off your clothes too, Josh.”Briskly, he removed his shoes and socks, shucked down his jeans and began to unbutton his shirt. It hung down over his boxers, hiding the outline of his cock. “I don’t normally wear underwear,” he said. “It just gets in the way.”“Lucky Nick,” I said. Impatience trickled through me as Josh fumbled with his shirt buttons, so I walked over, reached out, and with thankfully steady hands, undid his shirt.“There we go,” I said, gently pushing it over his wide, smooth shoulders. It slid down his arms and onto the floor with a quiet whoosh.He blew out a long, low breath that breezed over my breasts, tightening my nipples farther.“Laura,” he murmured. “Are you sure?”“Oh, yes.” I was feasting on the sight of his golden chest. A small collection of blond hairs sat in the center of his sternum, and his nipples, like mine, were small and pale. “I want you to touch me, explore my body, and discover what it’s like to be with a woman. I want you to learn how to make a woman come.”“But—?”“There’s no buts.” I stepped back and looked down at his tight black boxers. His erect cock was tenting the material, and I couldn’t help but admire what must be an impressive girth to be creating such a large bulge. “Josh, your need is obvious, it’s there before us and was stabbing into me when we danced, but with a woman, the signs that she is turned on are more subtle.”“What do you mean?”“Look for the clues.” Once again I tweaked my nipples. “My breasts are desperate for you, they feel heavy and hypersensitive, my nipples so hard and seeking any kind of stimulation they can get.” I lowered my voice. “Just the breeze of your breath is making them tingle.”He stared down at me. “It is?”I swallowed and nodded. “Sometimes I think I could come just with the sensation of a man with a talented tongue sucking and playing with my nipples.”“Nick tells me I have a talented tongue.”“I don’t doubt that for a second, but you may have to hone your talents when it comes to using your tongue on my—”“On your—”“My breasts and...my pussy.”He smoothed his palm over my sleek hair, following the shape of my skull until he cradled my cheek. His gaze was intense and unblinking, and I saw a glimmer of confidence and self-assurance growing. “I want to make you come, Laura. I want to taste you, kiss you. I want to put my dick in you and find out what it feels like to be buried, balls deep, in a beautiful woman.”My breath hitched at his tumble of erotic words, and my mind was held hostage to a series of carnal images.“But mostly I want to make this night memorable,” he said, “because this is my one pass, my one chance, not just to be with you, but to be with someone other than Nick. After tonight it will only ever be him, for the rest of my life.”
Buy Links
Amazon US 

Amazon UK