BELIEVE by LAUREN DANE
Copyright 2010, Lauren Dane
All Rights Reserved, Carina Press
Releasing December 6 – alone and jointly in the Naughty and Nice Anthology!
Their cabin was indeed isolated, though they all were. The windows faced the valley below. Nothing but sky and trees. The last bit of any stress he’d had fell away as he dropped their bags and turned to take the place in.
Naked beams. He smiled and slid his gaze to her, finding her looking at them too, a flush on her cheeks.
In two steps he was pressing himself to her body, leaning to speak in a hoarse whisper, his mouth against the sensitive shell of her ear. “Does that make you wet?” He circled her, noting her shiver and the hitch of her breath. “I’m going to have you right there. Arms above your head, bound up for my pleasure.”
She swallowed hard and met his gaze. “Yes.”
He hummed, the electricity between them licking his skin, igniting the need never far from the surface.
It was a whisper but every cell in his body stood at attention, ready to serve her, to bring her anything she wanted.
“Baby, I promise I’ve got lots in store for you. First things first. Out of your traveling clothes. You know what I like. I’m going to build a fire to get the room warmed up.”
She tiptoed up to brush her lips along his before she moved away to change.
Rori’s hands trembled just a bit, as she pulled her boots off, followed by her jeans and the hoodie she’d worn to keep warm on the drive up. He liked her breasts free. So that’s how she kept them at home and that’s definitely how she’d be high up in the mountains, far away from intrusions and interruptions.
Anticipation raised gooseflesh as she changed into the thin, pale sweater that hugged her boobs just right. The deep vee exposed the curves of each breast and when she leaned just right, he’d get a glimpse of her nipple and the ring.
Knowing she’d be on display just for him always made her hot. She changed into a loose, thigh length skirt, another thing he liked because it gave him access to her pussy at all times. She left on the panties, his favorite kind. Barely there, sheer with side ties.
She tied her hair up and back and headed into the main room to watch and objectify him while he built the fire.
There he was, on his knees in a pair of faded blue jeans, T-shirt riding up a bit in the back, enough to see a slice of golden-brown skin she knew would be warm and taut, muscled.
His shoulders rippled as he moved the logs and she leaned back against the chair, just taking him in. So masculine. Handsome to the point of nearly being pretty. His wheat-blond hair always just a bit too long. But long enough to drag her fingers through. Thick and soft. Enough to grab to haul him closer when they kissed, or to urge him higher as he kissed the back of her knees.
He moved with a predator’s grace. Strong and sure. Watching him build that fire was the very definition of masculine. She exhaled slowly, letting the desire to take a big bite out of him wash through her system.
He turned and locked his gaze on her. The light from the flames cast him even sexier than usual as shadows played over his features. “Darlin’, when you look at me like that it gets me all tangled up inside.”
Today’s prize is a copy of my Samhain holiday themed novella – To Do List in digital format! All you need to do to enter is to tell me if you like holiday themed stories and if so, do you have any recommendations? I’ll choose a winner tomorrow AM!