19 April 2015

Just Try blog Tour - Q & A with Lisa S. Robinson


Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?

No, not really. I got most of my ideas for Just Try while I was at the gym on the exercise bike.

Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?

I'm very much a people watcher so quite a lot of real life is in my books. Some of my characters are based around people in my life. But I found that the characters evolved in writing as the story grew. I want people to relate to my books so I try to make them as real as possible.

Q) If you could choose, which published author would you like to brainstorm with and why?

Dannika Dark just blows my mind, her books are like nothing I've read before. I would love to see where she gets her ideas from and how she writes. Major author crush on her!


Q) What are your upcoming projects?

I'm currently writing a paranormal romance that is hopefully going to be a series. Then I have a couple of things up my sleeve



Synopsis:
How can one day turn out to be the best
day of your life, but also the worst?

Maci can answer this question, she is a
changed woman because of it.
It takes one day to change your whole
life, your world, your meaning.

You.

For five years she’s been existing for
one person, and that person isn’t
herself.

Until one day, someone enters her life.
He changes everything that Maci
thought she wanted, deserved and
needed.

Calvin made her want to enjoy life.

This story is about the deepest of love,
the ugliest of pain and the courage to
want more.

Sometimes you have to - Just Try.

Contemporary romance for readers over
the age of 18.


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Excerpt:
My phone rings, startling me. When I look at the screen and see Calvin’s name, I find myself letting out a little girlie squeal.

“Hello, you,” I say, snuggling into my seat.

“So, I wake up from an amazing sleep, look out of my window, and guess what?” he asks in a croaky voice, which sounds like he has, indeed, just woken up.

“What?”

“I see this beautiful girl sitting in a chair in her garden, sipping on what I assume is coffee, and I feel the need to say morning to her.”

“Is that right?” I smile.

“Yup.”

A noise coming from the bottom of my garden startles me. When I see Calvin jump my back fence using one arm, still holding his phone in the other, I can’t believe my eyes. He smiles and briskly walks over to me. I’m stunned, the damn phone still attached to my ear. As soon as he reaches me, he bends down and plants a small kiss on my mouth. He then smiles and says, “Morning”, before turning and walking back to the fence to jump it again. I’m totally dumbstruck. Who does that? Calvin, that’s who. I laugh and shake my head, ending the call when I hear his chuckle.



Author Bio:
Lisa S Robinson is a contemporary romance author, who has been writing her first book and is almost ready for its release. Lisa lives in Cheshire, UK with her partner of thirteen years Charlie, their four year old daughter and their dog, Buster.

She spends her time in between looking after her daughter and working part time. She tends to write in the evenings when her daughter is tucked up in bed.

Lisa being the total bookworm that she is, thinks of her kindle as one of her most prized possessions, and has a major one-click addiction.

Her favourite genres are contemporary and paranormal romance, some of her favourite authors are Dannika Dark, Jodi Ellen Malpas, Katy Evans, Jamie McGuire, Mia Sheridan, Tina Folsom, Christina Lauren, Joanne Wylde and way too many more to mention. 


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Feel free to contact her she would love to hear from you


16 April 2015

Q & A with Donina Lynn!



Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly!

Thank you having me here today! I’m so excited to be sharing my new release Lose Control with you!

Myles and Cassie’s story isn't about wine and romance. Their journey is about finding love with someone who you not only click with personally, but physically as well.

Let’s be honest, when it comes to sex we all have our likes and dislikes, right? We have our preferences and what we’re willing to do. On the flipside, we also have that list in our heads of deal breakers that when mentioned make you want to run in the other direction because there’s NO WAY you’re giving that a try. Kink-meter has been officially been pegged, thank you very much.

Lose control is about finding that person you’re compatible and comfortable with. The one who has the same wants and desires, and is perfect for you both in and out of the bedroom. It’s about falling for someone who can love every part of who you are … even if some of those parts can be a bit naughty. ;-)

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters? 

No dreaming here. Myles is based on a pleasant mix of a few ex-boyfriends and Cassie, well, I might have given her a smidgen of my stubbornness. J


Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?

 Coffee and lots of it! In fact, I’m guzzling down a fresh cup of java right now. Ahhhhh…caffeine.


Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?

I think all authors take some inspiration from real events or people in their lives and put a bit of themselves in their books. I’m no different, and to be honest, I don’t consider myself to be creative. I don’t have one of those great imaginations that can dream up vivid worlds and complex characters. It’s on my bucket list to try to find one, though. But, until I do, I’m going to have to stick with writing about the things I know or the people I’ve met.  I should probably warn my friends about that, huh? 



BLURB:
Myles Oliver Dayton likes control in every aspect of his life. He desires it, demands it in the board room and his bedroom. But when his teenage crush walks into his office to be his temporary assistant, the tight restraint he kept on his emotions starts to come undone. Something he couldn’t allow. His idea of love is demanding and possessive, and in the end there would only be pain—for both of them. 

Cassie Sorrelson grabs onto opportunities when they come along and assisting Myles with all his demands is an opportunity she isn’t about to pass up. Sexy and controlling, he has her breathing hard and soon yearning for more than a few days together at the corporate retreat. When he suddenly pulls back, though, and refuses the desire she knows is running hot within him, Cassie is going to have to work at getting what she wants … making Myles lose control. 

EXCERPT:
Myles closed his eyes and took a long, steadying breath. Cassie begging him, pleading with him to take her was playing havoc with the restraint he prided himself in. He never lost control. In fact, he did what was necessary to make sure he never even came close. This sudden willingness to loosen the tight hold he held himself in check with was a temptation he shouldn’t even be considering. Taking another breath, he buried the feeling as quickly as it surfaced and leaned back to face her. “I haven’t begun to punish you. Turn around.” 

When she turned, he placed his hand between her shoulder blades and gently pushed. “Bend over, hold on to the handles of the chair, and spread your legs.”


Myles clenched and unclenched his fists while he watched Cassie’s long hair cascade across her shoulders and fall around her face as the line of her back drifted lower and her firm ass rose. The picture she created before him—vulnerable, exposed, and so unbelievably fucking sexy—had him strung tight and ready to break. But when his eyes finally registered the thin piece of material that didn’t even come close to covering where the globes of her ass met, he felt himself snap.

She wore that to the beach? That wasn’t a bathing suit. The damn thing was barely a step above a thong, exposing every inch of soft, white skin on her perfectly rounded backside. Myles didn’t have to think hard to imagine the effect it would have on every man she sashayed past. Possessive jealousy rippled through him at the thought of other men drooling over her and being able to get a glimpse of what he was seeing right now. Mine. The word shouted in his head as a fierce need to stake his claim overtook him. It wasn’t about staying in control anymore. It was about him showing her she fucking belonged to him. And by the time he was done, she was going to know just that.

Myles hooked his finger under the flimsy piece of material and ripped it in two.

Cassie’s head flew around. “Hey. What the hell do you—”

A warning rumbled low in his chest, cutting off her words. “What am I doing, Cassie? Is that what you want to know? You disobeyed me. What do you think is going to happen next?” Myles placed himself at an angle, wrapping one arm around her abdomen to support and keep her still as his other hand came to rest on her ass. “You’re going to remember who commands this body. I’m going to fucking make sure of it.”

Wide, shocked eyes looked back at him. “You wouldn’t.”

“I would and will.”

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14 April 2015

Rebecca Brochu Visits Today!

Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 

Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?

I do my best work in the late night/early morning hours so I like to have good music, green tea, and popcorn on hand if I’m going to be doing some writing.


Q) Is this part of a series?  If so, tell us about it!

Yes it is!  Grayscale is the first book in my newest series entitled Spectrum.  The series is going to, for the most part, focus on the agent/handler type of dynamic and will delve into the unique type of relationship these couple develop between them as they hunt for the bigger threat that is revealed in Grayscale.


Q) What are your upcoming projects?


Oh my upcoming projects would have to be finishing up the 3rd book for my Wolves of Flathead series and a few other single projects I’ve had on the backburner.

BLURB

Spectrum, 1
As a Chroma agent, one of the elite operatives for the Spectrum Intelligence Agency, Jonah Gray was skilled enough to handle most anything that came his way. If not, Jonah knew he could always rely on his handler, the clever Mr. Fox, to pull him through. Drawn to the seductive voice and commanding strength of the man on the other end of the line, Jonah wavers between his attraction to his handler and the knowledge that handlers and operatives are never supposed to meet. 

Then a mission goes horribly wrong and Jonah finds himself on the wrong end of a kill order. With Jonah on the run, both handler and operative are desperate to finally meet so they can face this new threat head on. Together they struggle to discover who wants Jonah dead while they finally take the opportunity to embrace the passion that has always simmered between them.
EXCERPT
“Are your eyes closed?”  Silas asked him quieter than before, softer and gentler.
“Yes Sir.”  Jonah felt vulnerable in that moment, in a way he thought he’d left behind a long time ago.  To distract himself a bit he let his hands come down to rest on his stomach, let his fingers slide gently over the skin there, but no lower.  He didn’t have permission for that yet, after all.
“I’ve got you,” Silas promised almost as if he could tell what Jonah was feeling without even being able to see him. “You’re safe with me remember?  You can relax and trust me Jonah.  You can trust me to keep you safe, to tell you what to do.  You can trust me with all of that.  With all of you.”      
“I know.  I do.”  Jonah fought back the swell of emotions in his chest as the mixture of devotion and affection that he always felt towards Silas threatened to burst free.  Slowly, deliberately, he inhaled again.  Exhaled.  Inhaled, exhaled, repeated it until he felt himself even out, felt himself center.
“Good.”  Silas said it roughly, voice ragged in a way that let Jonah know just how much his admittance meant to Silas.  “I wish I could see you right now.  You’re gorgeous Jonah, you know that don’t you?  I bet you’re beautiful the way you are right now, laid back on that bed with your eyes closed, cock hard and body open.  I bet you’re perfect.  I’ve always thought you would be.  Ever since the first time I saw you.”
Jonah’s eyes flew open in stunned surprise before he slammed them shut again.  Silas’s voice was ragged but honest, deep and thick with that hot, honey drawl that Jonah loved so much.
“You’ve seen me?”  The thought that Silas had seen him, knew what he looked like, and so obviously approved, made Jonah feel slightly giddy with a mixture of pride and relief.
“Oh yes.”  Silas sounded amused for a moment then.  “I’ve seen you many times Jonah.  I am your handler after all.  I’ve read your file, seen videos.  Sometimes I watch you on the security cameras on missions.  You’re a thing of beauty, Jonah.  All lethal grace and power that draws the eye.  Even when you’re off mission, even when you’re wandering around whatever city or town you decide to spend your time in, you’re still fascinating.  Captivating.”
“And do I?”  Jonah couldn’t help but ask.  He needed to know, burned to know for certain whether or not the fascination he felt was mutual.  “Do I captivate you?”
“Completely,” Silas admitted quietly and with that sort of brutal honesty in his voice that Jonah adored.
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12 April 2015

Desire Unexpected by S.J. Maylee + Giveaway!!!!

Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 

Thank you so much for having me today!

Q) How did you dream up the dynamics of your characters?

I was looking to explore the theory of how opposites attract or rather the appearance of opposites. Ethan and Nadia appear to have nothing in common at first glance. As they spend more time with each other, they find more and more to pull them together. I found this dynamic fascinating.

Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?

Most definitely. I must have coffee and music. These two help me to settle in and block out all the noise around me. When I’m focused, it’s much easier for me to see my characters and write their story.

Q) Is this part of a series?  If so, tell us about it!

It is. Desire Unexpected is the first in my Assassins and Sweethearts Series. The day I started to write the first scene for Desire Unexpected, I also wrote three other scenes and each had a different hero. In a flash, I could see the whole series play out. Each book will follow a different assassin on his path to finding his sweetheart.

Q) What are your upcoming projects?


Next to release will be the third book in my Love Projects series. I’m quite excited about this story. It’s a redemption story, enemies to lovers, and I love how it all came together. Right now, I’m writing the next book in my Club Blind Series and then I’ll finish the second story in the Assassins and Sweethearts Series. I hope to have both out this fall.

BLURB:

Life is passing Nadia Duskin by from her position in the mailroom. It only fulfills two necessities, keeping the repo man away and keeping her up to date on her sexy CEO. Ethan Wright is prepared to frighten and fire the nosey girl who sorts his company’s mail. After engaging with her at one of his favorite places in the world, he digs deeper.

Together, they find the kind of pleasure that could keep them satisfied for a lifetime. Her love may be the key to putting both of their lives back on track, but to what end? When a man he’s been contracted to kill threatens Nadia’s life, he forces her to face reality. Either they’ll delve deeper into the desires neither expected or they may die trying.

Be Warned: spanking, light BDSM, public exhibition

Where you can find DESIRE UNEXPECTED:



EXCERPT:

“It reminded me of you.” He shook his head. “It’s just from the museum gift shop. I wanted to give you something for putting up with me. I hope you like it.”
“Thank you.” She took the little box and sat on her battered sofa. “Please, take a seat.”
He sat next to her, but kept to the edge, confirming there was nothing relaxed about this visit.
After slipping the green ribbon from the box, she pulled off the lid and pushed back the tissue paper, revealing the item she’d so long desired. Her heart raced and she scooted closer to him. He had no idea what he’d done. Her secret crush giving her the piece of jewelry she’d long desired was incredibly perfect. Neither were really her style and she wanted them all the same. She looked at him with heavy tears stinging her eyes. Brushing the box from her lap, she slipped the bracelet onto her wrist.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I’ve enjoyed our time together.” He brushed away the tear that had rolled down her cheek and cupped her chin.
“Don’t say that like it’s over.” She took a hold of his wrist and pulled it into her lap. “It’s not, right?” Panic raced over her. If he wanted to leave, she wouldn’t stop him, but her whole body hurt with wanting him to stay.
“I’m no good for you, Nadia.” He took hold of her hands. “You deserve a nice man with an uncomplicated life. I can’t give you what you need.”
“That’s not true.” She put her fingers to his lips. “Don’t.”
He took a hold of her shirt, not pulling her closer, just squeezing the fabric in his fist.
“I don’t know what’s going on with you.” She brought her touch back to his hands, trying to ease the pressure. “I just know the only time I feel alive is when I’m with you. You’re on my mind constantly.” She lowered her gaze, losing her courage by the second. “There’s something between us and I want to explore it. I want to know what drives you insane with need. Don’t you want me too?”
“Shit, Nadia, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the first day at the windows.” He let her go and pulled out of her reach to slip around to the other side of the couch with his back to her. “I want things from you that I’m certain would frighten you.”
“I doubt that.” Knowing she had to make her move now or risk losing him forever, she pulled her shirt over her head and tugged off her sweatpants, tossing them both on the chair. “Do you remember the questions I asked about you before we met?”
“You’re playing with fire.”
“No, I’m not into fire play, but I have a feeling you know what I need.”
“What …” He turned, his gaze swept over her body and he brushed his hand over his mouth. “You take my breath away.” He stepped toward her, adjusting the bulge in his pants. “You think you want to play?”
“I do.” She sucked on her lip, wishing she’d worn her one set of matching bra and panties.
“Fuck, I want this” He brushed her skin ever so slightly up her arms, across her chest, and down between her breasts. “I’ve had dreams about this moment.” He raised her chin, forcing her to look at him. He dragged his fingers through her hair and tugged the length of it back. “I want you at my mercy. Do you have any idea what it’s like to give someone like me control?”
“Yes, sir.” She arched her back, revealing her neck. He kept pulling and tingles of pain danced along her scalp. “Please.”
“Are you already asking for mercy?” He tugged her hair again “I don’t think you know what you’re starting.”
“I don’t want you to stop. I want more, sir.” Her breasts pushed against his chest and her grip on his arms tightened. “I want to know.”

GIVEAWAY

S.J. Maylee is giving a $10 Amazon gift card and two swag packets, including cover postcards, bookmark, magnet, pen, zipper pull and book cover charm


S.J. MAYLEE BIO:

S.J. Maylee fell in love with storytelling at a young age and with it came a deep-seated desire for everyone to find their happily ever after. She’s finding the happy endings for her characters one steamy story at a time.

When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her caring for her garden, laughing with her two young sons, or dancing to her husband’s music. She’s a PMP (Project Management Professional), Nia instructor, and coffee addict.

As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she always glues them back together.


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07 April 2015

Welcome Kacey Hammell!



Hello!  Thank you so much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today! 

Thanks for having me here today, Beth! And congrats on your current release as well!


Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame of mind?
Music. I love being inspired by music. In fact, Guarding Midnight came to life within a few days of driving and listening to Nickelback in my car as I drive my kids all over the city! Their song, Midnight Queen was a huge inspiration for the story, and while the story evolved a lot, the foundation is there from the song. Read the Lyrics
 For me, I need days of envisioning a story before I will start writing it. I need it to play across my mind like a movie, or movie stills. I don’t usually plot the stories, and wait for images/scenes to follow me for a few days, and then start writing bits of dialogue, full scenes, character traits and such, then put it all together when I’m ready to sit and write the whole thing.
And I need sound in the background in order to write. I can’t have complete silence.

Q) Is this part of a series?  If so, tell us about it!
Yes it is! Guarding Midnight is the first of the “Canadian Muscle” Series. In books 2 and 3, we’ll revisit characters we meet in book 1, and the foundation is laid for their own stories. Set in Canada, these hunky “muscle” men are hell bent on one thing … protecting what they desire most. Gavin really cemented himself as my favorite hero to-date, and his pals from Guarding Midnight are coming in strong second and third!* g*

Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?
I have a story out now that is based very much on real life events. It wasn’t a planned project but the heroine it is told about, I felt a need that her story had to be told.
I also like to use friends’ first names, or nicknames in my stories. Sometimes I’ll pull from headline news stories, and also listing actual places in my locations (ie: bars, streets)


Q) If you could choose, which published author would you like to brainstorm with and why?
Nora Roberts/JD Robb. She’s a legend in this business, her knowledge of it would be wonderful to discuss. Plus how she continually keeps ideas fresh and vivid, especially in the large number of authors/stories being released these days, would be some info I would love to know.





Guarding Midnight by Kacey Hammell
Canadian Muscle 1
Contemporary/Suspense/Erotic/Romance
ISBN: 978-1-77233-292-6
Now available with Evernight Publishing

Reviews:
“…doesn’t disappoint…characters, plot and storyline was amazing, overall this was an easy contemporary romance that will have some enjoying on how the story unfolds.” ~ 5 Stars from Beckey, In the Pages of a Good Book

“… an amazing book…background story was amazing and the main character and background characters, I fell in love with them right away. I couldn't put this book down.” ~ 5 Stars from Stephanie, Goodreads



Blurb:
Canadian Muscle …
When Desires Need Protecting.

No one knows sacrifice better than former Army Sergeant Gavin Bennett. He’s witnessed firsthand the emotional, physical and mental toll of being caught in the crossfire. Being a bouncer-slash-bodyguard may not be Gavin’s dream job, but he’s willing to do just about anything to help out family. When Gavin reports for his first day of work, he quickly discovers a woman who threatens to crack his legendary cool.

Shree Walker is on the run from a dark past she tried to shut away. Battered and broken, a happily ever after doesn’t exist for her. Ready to start fresh with a new life in a new city, she is happy dancing at the Vixen Club. She’d be even happier without the presence of the prickly new bouncer who won’t let anyone or anything get past his carefully guarded defenses. He’s a distraction she doesn’t need. And a temptation she can’t resist. 

When Shree is kidnapped by the criminal mastermind hell-bent on taking the club at any cost, Gavin has to make a decision. Hold tight and continue to keep Shree at arm’s length. Or break down his walls and take a chance on something more powerful than them both: Love.





“You women are so pigheaded.” He inched a step closer. “You never know when to shut up and just listen. I’m trying to take care of all of you here.”
“Then go tell some of the other girls. You’ve given me my orders. Fine. You’re done. We’re done.” Chin up, Shree turned away.
He grabbed her arm, startling her. She spun back, legs unsteady, and reached out blindly as she began to fall.
The world spun around her, and she braced to hit the floor.
Warmth wrapped her waist, and then darkness smashed into her.
A deep groan brought her back. Scanning the room, the realization hit her. She was atop Gavin. She gasped. His strong body had broken her fall, though she’d probably end up with some bruises. He gazed at her with his beautiful cognac eyes.
Getting involved with him would be a very bad idea. She had to study, work hard to finish school and get away from clubs for good. She searched his gaze, searching for what she didn’t know. Maybe some sign that her heart wouldn’t be bruised after he was done with it.
“Shree.” Jesus. Her name rolled off his lips almost like a growl. The rasp put her body into overdrive. Her pussy clenched and pricks of electricity tingled along her back.
This man wasn’t right for her. She was going to get hurt. Deep in her gut, she knew it. And she always listened to her gut. Always.
Not this time.
No, she couldn’t—wouldn’t—miss out on taking what she could. For herself. To forget school, the job, and the past, she’d jump in with both feet and screw what might happen.
She captured his mouth with hers. A deep moan of delight escaped her.
His palms skimmed up her back, his mouth opening wide and allowing her entrance into the deep recesses of him. Stale coffee and mint coated her tongue.
Her palms skimmed over his bald head, caressing with her fingertips, acquainting herself with the feel of him. She lingered at each bump and scar, over his ears to his cheekbones.
Never before had she tasted anything as delicious or been so engrossed in the textures of a man’s roughened skin before. Tight, tough skin that was from hard living, rough times, and that of a man’s man. He was glorious. An Alpha man who was allowing his woman to take the lead.
No. No, dammit, not his woman.
Shree pushed the annoying voice aside and pulled back. Staring at him, his eyes blazed with desire…no, there would be no going back now. For now, in this moment, she would be his woman. He could brand her, claim her as his, but only this once. And she’d walk away knowing the decision was all hers.
Sitting up, astride his hips, she held his gaze and tossed the towel from around her neck aside. Her palms skimmed over his chest. The blue button-down shirt he wore did little to hide the feel of his tight muscles. His warm palms sat on her thighs, as if waiting for her permission to touch.
She leered at him, certain he was anxious to take over, loving the feel of tension in his arms and pecs as he held himself in check. How he understood that she needed this, she didn’t know. Nor did she care.
Silence filled the small room as she opened the buttons of his shirt to the waist. There was a heaven, and she was looking at it. Naked golden skin and tight ridges took her breath away. He worked hard to stay in this shape. Who was she not to admire it?
“Keep looking at me like that and I’ll have you under me in five seconds.” His gravelly voice cut through her thoughts.
Empowered by the passion in his eyes, she grinned at him then shrugged. “Nothing wrong with that, but I like to be on top.” She shifted on his hips, her breath catching as she felt his hard shaft against her ass.
Oh yes, this man had been blessed very well. His length pushed against her, and fire spread from her pussy straight to her toes. Her nipples pebbled tight, aching and throbbing.
Her body rocked against his, friction from his jeans and the spandex covering her was delicious. It was crazy to be so into a man like Gavin so soon after meeting him. But her body led the way. It wanted the connection to him, needed to feel him inside and around her.
These tumultuous emotions were foreign to her.
“Shree.”
“Shh, just hush,” she whispered, shifting her hips against his. She shoved the hem of her bra up over her breasts.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” A growl erupted from his throat.
Gaze locked on his, she lifted his hands and pressed them against her aching nipples. She gasped. The heat of his touch swirled through her body. Shifting her hips down, her pussy lips cradled his shaft through their clothes.
Delirious. Out of control.
Her mind spun with images of how she wanted to ride him. The powerful friction from their clothing and his skin set her on fire. Adrenaline rushed through her, wanting him, and to satisfy the hunger racing over her.
Desperation this strong had never hit her so hard.
Her hands went to his belt, unbuckling it, and drew it apart.
He stilled her movements. “Are you sure?”
Shree withdrew from under his hold, yanked open the button, and parted the zipper. “Going to back out on me?” she challenged, fearing he’d leave her needy.
He chuckled. It was light and relaxed to her. “Not bloody likely.” His fingers pushed beneath the leg of her shorts, pulling it all into each hand.
Frowning, she gaped at him. “What are you do—” She screamed, body jerking as he pulled her shorts apart. Staring at the mess of spandex he held, her jaw dropped. It was like sitting atop the Incredible Hulk whose strength was feared while admired.
The garment lay in tatters, the waistband the only thing keeping the material around her. Gavin tossed the bits that remained in his palms over his head.
His touch eased over her bare mound, reawakening the arousal coursing through her. Thankful she hadn’t worn any underwear, she lifted a bit, allowing his fingers to slide between their bodies and find her clit.
Giving herself up to his touch, she sucked in a deep breath and tilted her head back.
Moisture coated her channel, filling her, making it easier for him to glide his fingers back and forth. Electric currents of heat surrounded her clit and her pussy tightened. Two digits slipped inside her, and the breath rushed out of her. His guttural moan cut through the air.
Her eyelids lifted. She needed to regain control. It was best for her to lead this brief interlude, and remind herself just how strong she could be, realize how much she could still love her body and the needs that couldn’t always be denied.
Adjusting up on her knees, she pushed his touch away. She lowered his jeans and underwear to the floor and off his feet. The gorgeous sight of his hard cock caught her breath and saliva filled her mouth.
She’d never given a man head before, and didn’t know if she could ever bring herself to do so, but in this moment, having him inside her cunt was way more important than anything.