Coe learned early on that life never goes according to plan. His dreams of hitting it big vanished when Miranda all but invited her father to take the only thing of value he ever had. But now the once-pampered princess is holed up in a condemned trailer on the edge of town...and everything he thought he knew about her—and about what happened between them back then—seems completely wrong.
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“Promise…fulfilled.” Her
breath tried to gush out all at once at the intimate massage, but she wasn’t
going to let him divert her quite yet. It took most of her concentration not to
surge against his touch, but it helped to focus on upending the chocolate and
scrawling a haphazard heart on the smooth, muscle-padded wall of his chest.
Part of her thrilled at the catch of his breath when her tongue followed the
path of sweetness, while her brain desperately worked overtime to shut out how
her forward-leaning position pushed her against his working hand. That pressure
was so intense it made her close her eyes at the excruciating delight. It
didn’t help that his penis, semi-hard when she’d first positioned herself over
him, was now fully erect and inches away from her entrance. If she lifted her
hips up, just a little, she could easily impale herself on him…
As if he’d read her mind, Coe
threw out a hand toward the nightstand. The alarm clock crashed to the floor as
he jerked the drawer open, fumbled out a condom and got it in place. The idea
of taking her time and covering him with chocolate scrawls faded under an edgy
urgency to melt her body around his. She had to have him where he belonged. And
he belonged buried inside her so deeply that for a few fleeting moments they
were one.
She wasn’t finished erasing
the chocolate from his skin when he pushed his hips upward, the tip of his
staff sliding against her folds now swollen and pulsing with a need only he
inspired. She braced her hands on his shoulders and looked to him in surprise
at how marble-hard his muscles were.
“Coe, easy…”
“I can’t.” It sounded like an
apology, the words pushed through the barrier of clenched teeth, and he looked
tortured, almost broken, but thrilled to be that way. “I need you, Miranda. I
need you, I need you, please take me in, just take me, I’ll do anything to be
inside you, babe, please…”
He’d lost it.
Her heart went wild as the
realization struck. Coe never lost control. He never moved unless he was ready
to, and never once in all the time they had known each other had he ever begged
for anything. For such a strong, self-reliant man to beg for her to take him
was just about the sexiest thing he’d ever done.
A competitive figure skater from the age of
eight, Stacy Gail began writing stories in between events to pass the time. By
the age of fourteen, she told her parents she was either going to be a figure
skating coach who was also a published romance writer, or a romance writer who
was also a skating pro. Now with a day job of playing on the ice with her
students, and writing everything from steampunk to cyberpunk, contemporary to
paranormal at night, both dreams have come true.
Thanks so much for letting me pop onto your blog today! :)
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