Today's teaser is from the next Risso Family novella I submitted just yesterday! I give you Theo Risso & Charlene Tucker from
Chasing after Him.
I slid my gaze down over her trembling body and back up. Her hard nipples begged for my teeth, but jaw clenched, I continued my slow perusal upward to peer into her eyes. “I’m not going to fuck you.”
If looks could kill, they say. Yeah, I’d have fifty scalpels sticking from various body parts. I stood up before she decided she needed a little more practice slicing and dicing. Hands on hips, she glared up at me.
I couldn’t help another chuckle. “You are so damn hot when you’re pissed.”
“Oh, fuck off.” She spun, and all but ran to her front door. “I don’t know why the hell I bothered. Not like you’d be into someone like me anyway.”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I asked, stalking across the living room to tower over her.
Little Miss In-Control’s throat bobbed as she swallowed and shrank away from me. “You’re…” her voice wavered, and she licked her lower lip, “the hottest man I’ve ever seen, and I’m nothing special. Tiny tits, hardly any curves to speak of—”
I grabbed her up in my arms and pushed her against the wall. Crushed my mouth to hers, taking. Tasting. Fucking her mouth with my tongue.
Well, peeps, Chasing after Him is in one last beta's hands! Hopefully she enjoys what I've written. This title was probably the easiest for me to write - perhaps because I'm getting into the erotic romance groove? LOL!
Anyhoo. Here's a little snippet to wet your whistle...
Theo had ordered me to go upstairs to his bedroom, strip and sit on the edge of his bed, legs spread and eyes closed. Heat flushed my skin in the dimmed overhead lights. My heightened breaths filled the stifling silence and overloaded my olfactory system with Theo’s cologne and his musk on the bedding beneath me.
A shiver licked down my body, raising goose bumps in its wake as footsteps sounded in the hall.
I sat as he’d told me to, legs spread, aching pussy—bare and wet—on display. Keeping my eyes shut proved a hell of a lot harder than I’d expected. I longed to see his face, the heat in his eyes as he saw me naked for the first time.
The door beyond the bed’s foot opened, and his rush of breath brought a smile to my lips. Couldn’t help myself… I peeked.
He stood before me in all his ungodly hotness. Black rumpled hair. Dark eyes oozing the same need thrumming through my body as he peered between my spread thighs. A new wave of lust rocked the ever lovin’ shit out of me.
“I told you to keep your eyes closed,” he said, voice ragged and low as he lifted his head. “Lucky for you, I don’t redden skin with my hands or whips.” His gaze narrowed, but his sexy-as-hell smirk eased more moisture from my body. Need like I’d never experienced swept through me, and I fought the desire to close my legs and hide my obvious desperation.
His gaze slid downward again. He licked his lips, and my breath caught as he growled, “Close your eyes.”
I obeyed, lower lip between my teeth.
Anyone attempting NaNo this year? The 'real' me is working on the 3rd in her Means of Mercy series, Love's Pardon. Lynn will take a break this year. ;)