A super-angsty new romance is coming next week from author K.A. Linde—set to keep us guessing which man the groom is and which one objects—and I have a VERY STEAMY sneak peek for you.
Excerpt
His hands moved into my hair, tipping my head up to meet his big blue eyes. “We needed privacy because I need to apologize.”
His lips crashed down on mine. All the notes of his apology in that one fervent moment of desire. My response mirrored his. I was still drunk enough to be on fire with need for him. Not to forget our argument, but to use it as fuel. To fan the flames.
“Cole …”
His hands slipped down to my thighs, hoisting my legs up around his waist and walking me back to the bed. We slammed down on it, breaking apart with a short laugh at the squeaking from my bed.
“Should we talk first?”
But Cole was already sliding down my front and hiking up my short black game day dress. His fingers hooked under my thong, yanked it down to my ankles, and then tossed it to the floor.
“Talk later,” he said.
Then, he dived between my legs. I gasped at the first touch of his lips on my body. The gentle nips along my inner thighs before he reached what he was after. He flicked his tongue along my clit, and I bucked beneath him. He used his arms as leverage to hold me open before him on the bed. He was so much stronger than me. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to, and as he ravaged my pussy with his tongue, I couldn’t imagine ever moving from this spot.
“Fuck, you taste good,” Cole said.
I squirmed under him, hot with need from the comment. “Oh God.”
“I could eat this pussy every day.”
My face and back flushed at the filthy words. I clutched the mattress as he released one of my legs to bring his fingers up to my opening. He dragged two fingers through my wetness before delving inside of me.
I bucked off the mattress. I was so close. Unbelievably close.
“Come for me, baby,” Cole said, pumping his fingers in and out and then trailing his tongue in tight circles around my clit.
Between the alcohol coursing through my veins and his tongue on me and his fingers inside me and those words urging me, something snapped. I cried out shamelessly. My body went taut as a bow. Everything tightened as the orgasm ripped through me.
Then it released, and I lay, spent on the bed. My eyes slowly opened and stared at him in a drunk, just-sexed stupor.
He withdrew and removed the remainder of his clothes. His dick sprang free of his boxers, and I could see what my orgasm had done to him.
He leaned his muscular body over mine. The tip of him sliding across my wetness. “I want you to come at least one more time. I’d keep you coming all night if I could.”
His lips pressed to mine, and I tasted myself on him. My body was shaking with anticipation. I wasn’t ready for more, and also, I was so fucking ready for more and more and more.
“Tease,” I groaned, lifting my hips to try to get him inside of me.
“Oh, did you want something?” He pressed a kiss to my nose and then sat up, angling my hips up to meet him. Then with exaggerated slowness, he slid into me.
“Oh fuck,” I murmured.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he said when he bottomed out. “You’re so tight.”
“Cole.” I wiggled my hips to try to get him moving. But it was a sight to see him on his knees with his dick buried in me. His head tipped back and eyes closed as he enjoyed the feel of me. “Please.”
He leaned down on one elbow, brushed a kiss to my lips, and began to move. Slow and steady at first to bring me back to the brink, but then neither of us could hold out any longer. I dragged my red acrylic nails across his back, leaving my own marks. His fingers dug into my hips, using them as an anchor as he plunged into me over and over again on the creaky bed.
“Close,” I told him. “So fucking close.”
He lifted me up into his arms so that we were both sitting up and I was on top of him. I leveraged myself against his hips, slamming back on him. Wanting the sweet release that was within reach.
He took over the rhythm and used my body, bouncing it up and down on him until I cried out as my orgasm hit at the same time as his. He grunted, shooting up into me one last time. I threw my arms around him as everything went hazy and I saw stars.
I flopped backward on the bed, my hands over my head, and I smiled up at him.
“Wow,” I whispered.
“Yeah. Fuck, Lila.”
“That was some apology.”
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