Naughty Nov. with Lissa Matthews

Blurb:

A tool for every job. A belt for every occasion…

Blue Jeans and Hard Hats, Book 2

Food is Rosie's life, and life is good. She loves it, makes it, serves it in her diner, writes about it in her blog, and she's happy. At least until a storm puts a rather large tree limb through her roof, and a sex-in-a-tool-belt roofer on top of her cabin.

But that's not where she wants him. No, she wants him behind her with a strip of leather in his hand. That's what makes her edgy—vulnerability is not her style. Except the more prickly she gets with him, the more he turns on the charm.

Decker arrives in Blue Ridge, Georgia, with nothing on his mind but a job and some new scenery. His legendary patience is tested from the first moment he meets sharp-tongued Rosie. She's got hips that sway, non-stop curves and a mouth that needs to be filled with things that are much sweeter than vinegar.

A few singe-worthy kisses, and Decker uncovers passions that will likely earn her every red stripe she's begging for. And Rosie discovers Decker's got a hunger burning deep inside to give her anything and everything she needs. Maybe even…forever.

Warning: Between the sheets of this book you'll find a twist on a decadent southern dessert, sweet rose wine, picnic table sexiness, truck sex, a man who knows how to give a spanking and a woman who knows how to bend over a hot yummy lap.

Excerpt:

"What's your favorite color?"

"Yellow. Bright like sunshine or lemon yellow."

Rosie turned. She was on her knees looking through the second drawer on the right side of her dresser. Three of the six drawers were full of lace, mesh, satin, cotton, plain, flowered, patterned and animal-print bras and panties.

The pair she'd been wearing was in the washing machine along with her work dress.

Decker was stretched out on her bed, his boots, belt and T-shirt gone. His jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped and he had his cock out in his hand, stroking while watching her search for another pair of panties and another bra.

She'd never seen a cock as lovely as his and boy oh boy, it was lovely. Perfect length, perfect width, perfectly straight shaft with a perfectly shaped crown. It would taste perfect too. She didn't know how she knew exactly, but the way her mouth watered just looking at it, just watching his hand grip and slide up and over the head then back down again to wrap tight around the base… Oh yeah, it was the loveliest, most perfect cock she'd ever seen.

She'd never watched a man masturbate. At least, not in person. She'd seen it in porn but never in her bed. Hell, no man had ever actually been in her bed. In other beds she'd slept in, yes, but this one bed here in her house, nope. Never.

And Decker looked as though he'd always been there, like he belonged there.

"Like what you see?"

A simple yes didn't seem sufficient enough, so she simply nodded and returned to the task at hand. She had in mind exactly what she wanted and it wasn't anywhere in the second drawer. She closed it and moved across to the second drawer on the other side. At the bottom, in the back corner, was the lemon yellow lingerie she'd been hunting.

She grabbed the two pieces and stood, shutting the drawer with her foot. She should have been a little nervous being naked in front of him. It wasn't the first time that day that she'd been naked while he still had some clothes on, but it was the first time she'd been naked with him in her house, in her bedroom. But she felt nothing…nothing except comfort, nothing except a lot of hunger and lust, nothing except…she was in love with him.

"Why do we need these?" she asked, holding up the bra and panties.

"Because of the way you said you had plenty more where the first set came from. It was sexy and made me curious and damn woman, what you're holding in your hand right now, I'm really curious about. Show me."

He was a god lying there on her bed. The bad boy, the popular guy, the cool one that everyone else wanted to be like, that every woman wanted to like her. He was every fantasy. And he wanted her to put on a bright yellow bra and panties because she was sexy to him. He wanted her to climb on the bed with him so he could fuck her because she was sexy to him. He wanted her and who in the hell was she to deny him?

After all, he was sexy to her too.

One strap at a time she pulled the yellow bra up her arms and reached around to hook it. There were three hooks to catch in the eyelets. The larger the breasts, the larger the bra, and often the more hooks. Lucky for her, in this one instance where it mattered most, she got them all in the same row of eyelets on the second try. It usually took her at least three or four tries and most times, the hooks ended up in some sort of zigzag pattern.

Feeling around behind her back though told her she got it all straight this time. Thank heavens. She bent forward, arranged her tits in the cups just right and comfortable then took the sheer scrap of matching yellow material with the lace strip and stepped into it, one foot at a time. She pulled it up over her calves and knees, up over her thighs to rest just at her hips. She loved this little thing, swishing around her ass as she walked or moved.

"It's a skirt."

She beamed at the heated way he looked at her. "Yes. There's a G-string that goes with it, but, if your intent is sex, the string isn't really necessary."

"No, it's not. Damn, Rosie. It's beautiful. It's also the sexiest fucking thing I think I've ever seen."

He rolled over onto his back and adjusted his jeans down his hips a bit more. "C'mon. Climb up."

He didn't offer his hand to her. He didn't offer to help her at all. He just watched her with those amazing eyes of his and she couldn't remember ever feeling quite so hot, quite so aroused, quite so wanted. In all truth, she probably hadn't been any of those things at all, not like she was with him.

Decker was hot damn fucking gorgeous. He was in her bed with the most beautiful cock standing straight and tall and harder than a rock. And it was all for her, all because of her.

Starting at the foot of the bed, Rosie placed one knee on the edge, then placed the other knee just ahead of the first. She crawled slowly between his spread legs, her eyes moving back and forth from his cock to his face. Lust and encouragement filled his gaze, anticipation too. She knew it, recognized it because she was feeling the same thing and knew it was written all over her body.

When her mouth was level with his cock, when her knees were bunched up tight against his denim-covered balls, she dropped her head and licked a trail up his dick from base to head. He groaned deep and lifted high. She did it again, this time wrapping her tongue around the crown, taking a sucking kiss of the tip, the move prompting him to slide his hand into her hair. He tugged. He pressed. He gripped until she worked her way down his cock. When she couldn't take anymore he pulled her off, allowing her the chance to calm before he forced her down again. She took a breath through her nose and let it out, then took him a little deeper. Tears blurred her vision, but God, he felt good there, right there almost at the back of her throat.

She tightened her lips around him, sucked and rubbed the flat of her tongue against the warm, throbbing vein that ran the length of him. She'd never explored a man like this, on her own, without being prompted or asked. But she couldn't help it with Decker. Lust unfurled inside her each time she looked his way and he was displayed so nicely in her bed that she couldn't resist taking a little taste.

His hand wasn't so tight in her hair that she didn't have movement, freedom, but she liked the hold he had on her. She really, really liked it. She raised one hand to the top of her head and slid her fingers around and through his until they both had a tight clasp on her hair.

He chuckled, and she nibbled on the hard male organ between her lips.

"My girl wants it a little rough. I get it."

Rosie's gaze met his and though he was smiling, his look was hard and soft, tender and fierce, possessive and giving. If she hadn't already fallen for the damn man, that look right there, the scene taking place on her up-to-now virgin bed, would have done it for her.

"Ride me." He pulled her off his cock again. "Not that I don't love it, but…I want my dick elsewhere inside you. I want to see those tits. I want to see the shadow of your pretty pussy behind that little skirt. I want to be buried so deep you don't know what the fuck you ever did without me filling you."

He didn't have to tell her twice. Holy. Shit. The bad boy had a way with words.

~lissa