Cool air brushed her belly and her pulse quickened. If you’re going to stop him, now would be the time.
Then it was too late, and she really didn’t give a damn as the fabric lifted over her breasts and her nipples tightened.
His head lifted from hers again, and she refused to open her eyes, because she knew he was looking at her body.
“Oh, yeah, sweetheart,” he muttered thickly. “You like it.”
Wet friction rasped over her bare nipple and she groaned, pleasure rocking through her as she finally let her lashes flutter up.
The vision of Tyson’s head bent over her breast sent heat exploding in her belly and a rush of moisture between her legs.
His tongue moved against the tip, teasing and exploring her, making her nipple lengthen and tighten for his touch.
With a soft laugh, he parted his lips and drew her into his mouth, suckling lightly.
So good. It felt so damn good. How could she possibly stop him when this moment was so exquisite? She was only going to be in Wyattville for a couple months…why not indulge in a little harmless sex?
Ellie squirmed on the counter, her breath quickening as she tunneled her fingers into his short, blond hair, holding him against her. Wanting him to suck harder, to use his teeth.
His free hand came up to cover the other breast, squeezing and massaging the flesh. Then he caught the nipple between two fingers and pinched lightly.
She jerked against him, crying out. More, she wanted so much more. Wanted his fingers buried deep inside her, and then his tongue, before finally, his cock.
The image of it skittered through her head, robbing her ability to breathe, making her wetter.
Tyson switched his mouth to the other nipple, sucking fiercely as he eased his hand down her belly. His teeth grazed over the tip over her breast, before he lifted his head.
“I want to touch you here,” he muttered thickly, just before he cupped between her thighs. “Feel how hot your pussy is right now.”
“Tyson,” she moaned, her sex clenching at his erotic words. Jesus, it was like he’d known her thoughts.
“I bet you’re nice and slick, sweetheart.” He licked her nipple, moving his hand back up to her stomach. “Aren’t you?”
Yes. Her heart pounded and her body wept for release. This man, almost a stranger, had aroused her more than any man she’d ever dated before. And more than anything, she wanted him to follow up and touch her like he’d just said.
She issued a husky, “Why don’t you check for yourself?”
He lifted his head, possessiveness and desire flaring in his eyes. “No games. I like that.”
Without breaking eye contact, he maneuvered his hand beneath the waist of her pants and thong. The brush of his strong fingers at the top of her mound had her biting her lip to hold back a groan.
“No games,” she repeated and caught his wrist, pushing his hand lower. “No teasing either.”
“Ah, but teasing is so much fun, Ellie,” he muttered, before his palm cupped her sex completely. A second later, he curled one finger deep inside her sheath and Ellie’s world went spinning.
Last call? She’ll take a double. Straight up, please…
Happy Hour
? 2010 Mari Carr
For six years, widow Grace Wright’s days have been filled as a single working mother. Now, with her daughter graduating, her nest is yawning before her, wide and empty. And so is the upcoming weekend. Invited out by her coworkers, she decides it’s time to turn that corner and get on with her life.
Jamie’s had his eye on Grace for years, but it never seemed the right time to approach her. Tonight, something’s different. The sexual signals she’s giving off are unmistakable—and he’s not the only man in the bar who’s noticed. His best friend, Trey, is breaking a sweat just looking at the delectable English teacher.
The two men make her the offer of a lifetime, and Grace doesn’t hesitate. For one night, Jamie and Trey indulge her every desire, every fantasy, every naughty craving. In the morning Trey is gone with the wind, but Jamie is holding on to every moment as if he never wants to let go. Leaving her wondering if another chance at forever is too much to ask…
Warning: Contains a red-hot ménage, anal sex, graphic language, bondage and toys. Serve with a tall, cool one with plenty of ice. How ’bout another round?
Enjoy the following excerpt for Happy Hour:
Jamie refused to have his night with Grace ruined by Carmen and he reacted before he thought. He leaned over and kissed Grace, a hard, full-on, open-mouthed kiss. He half expected her to pull away and slap him, so he was pleasantly surprised when she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss.