An all-new Romantic Comedy about finding the sweet spot between planning for the future and living in the moment, is out now from author Tawna Fenske, and we are celebrating its release with a sexy little excerpt and a Sephora Beauty giveaway.
She clutched the back of his head with an urgency he could read like subtitles on a skin flick. She wanted this as badly as he did.
“Grady,” she said, and his name was a hungry growl. He peeled the straps of her tank top down both shoulders, baring her to him. What perfect breasts. Round and full and exactly the right size to cup in his hands. Her nipples pebbled with his breath, then tightened as he swirled his tongue around one and then the other. He moved between them, growing dizzy with sensation and heat and the haze of his own need. Fuck, she tasted sweet.
“More,” he growled, gripping her hips.
She gave a soft squeak as he lifted her off his lap and eased her back onto the couch. Her hair fell over one eye, and she peered at him through the golden-brown curtain, looking rumpled and hungry and thoroughly debauched.
“I like where this is going.” She grinned at him, tossing her hair.
“So do I.” Boy, did he.
He gripped the waistband of her leggings, drawing them slowly down her thighs. Her panties came along for the ride, baring her inch by glorious inch. Jesus, her skin was flawless.
He paused with the fabric bunched at her ankles, giving her a chance to halt things, to tell him he was moving too fast. He could slow it down if he had to. Hell, he could take all night.
All fucking night.
Willa tossed her hair again, letting her thighs fall apart. “I want you.”