knelt in front of the woman and licked between her legs.
Damn. Yet again, her fertile imagination took over at the most inappropriate of times. She squeezed her legs together, the position made more awkward by the high-heeled shoes. Trevor still stared at her as if he might be…interested. In her.
No way.
―You can’t be serious,‖ she finally said when she realized he was waiting for a reply.
―Why not?‖ He shrugged, bringing her attention to his wide shoulders. Very capable-looking shoulders. Shoulders a woman could anchor herself onto and never let go. All while she rode him, his thick cock pounding swift and sure within her wet, welcoming body…
God.
Scarlett’s skin flushed hot, and she brushed a few stray hairs away from her forehead with shaky fingers. The position stretched her shirt tight across her bosom, and she forgot how many buttons she’d undone on the starchy white shirt. Enough buttons to show acres of naked skin, the black swirling lace of her skimpy bra.
His gaze locked right there, of course. Zoomed in on her cleavage, and she swore she saw a flash of appreciation in their brilliant depths.
Damn him, he had beautiful eyes. Eyes that could make a woman melt, and a voice that could make a woman come. At the very least shiver with awareness and bring her nipples to hard, aching life.
Yeah, she hated this guy. So very, very much.
She couldn’t answer him, couldn’t remember what he’d said. He smiled, a one-sided curve of sensual lips that was loaded with all sorts of meaning.
Sexual I-know-just-how-to-make-you-lose-your-mind meaning.
―Nice outfit,‖ he drawled, his gaze locked on her breasts. ―Love the bra especially.‖
―I’m sure.‖ She stood tall, though she wanted to cover herself. Or bare herself completely.
Take your pick.
―Kind of different from your usual look,‖ he continued. She glanced at him sharply, surprised that he’d even noticed. ―Not that I don’t mind this particular outfit. You remind me of the librarian we had when I was in grade school. She was pretty. Hot. Young. I’d go in there and pretend to study after school just so I could sneak looks at her, maybe even talk to her.‖
Scarlett couldn’t imagine Trevor Braxton as a child. He’d probably been a handsome little devil full of deviousness. Tricks and trouble and mischief—she could only surmise the torture he’d put his parents through.
―I’m sure you stood out. Someone like you hanging out in a library every day.‖
Trevor’s dark brows drew together, his expression confused. ―Someone like me? What do you mean by that?‖
―Well, look at you.‖ She waved a hand at him, wondered if maybe she should’ve kept her mouth shut. ―I’m sure you’ve never studied a day in your life. You got by on your good looks alone.‖
He laughed, the sound warm and…how could this be? Inviting?
She really wanted to hate this man. But he made it hard. And that drove her nuts.
―I was a big nerd in school,‖ he admitted once he quit laughing. ―Dressed bad, funny looking, wore glasses, had braces. The works.‖
―I don’t believe you.‖
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Damn. Yet again, her fertile imagination took over at the most inappropriate of times. She squeezed her legs together, the position made more awkward by the high-heeled shoes. Trevor still stared at her as if he might be…interested. In her.
No way.
―You can’t be serious,‖ she finally said when she realized he was waiting for a reply.
―Why not?‖ He shrugged, bringing her attention to his wide shoulders. Very capable-looking shoulders. Shoulders a woman could anchor herself onto and never let go. All while she rode him, his thick cock pounding swift and sure within her wet, welcoming body…
God.
Scarlett’s skin flushed hot, and she brushed a few stray hairs away from her forehead with shaky fingers. The position stretched her shirt tight across her bosom, and she forgot how many buttons she’d undone on the starchy white shirt. Enough buttons to show acres of naked skin, the black swirling lace of her skimpy bra.
His gaze locked right there, of course. Zoomed in on her cleavage, and she swore she saw a flash of appreciation in their brilliant depths.
Damn him, he had beautiful eyes. Eyes that could make a woman melt, and a voice that could make a woman come. At the very least shiver with awareness and bring her nipples to hard, aching life.
Yeah, she hated this guy. So very, very much.
She couldn’t answer him, couldn’t remember what he’d said. He smiled, a one-sided curve of sensual lips that was loaded with all sorts of meaning.
Sexual I-know-just-how-to-make-you-lose-your-mind meaning.
―Nice outfit,‖ he drawled, his gaze locked on her breasts. ―Love the bra especially.‖
―I’m sure.‖ She stood tall, though she wanted to cover herself. Or bare herself completely.
Take your pick.
―Kind of different from your usual look,‖ he continued. She glanced at him sharply, surprised that he’d even noticed. ―Not that I don’t mind this particular outfit. You remind me of the librarian we had when I was in grade school. She was pretty. Hot. Young. I’d go in there and pretend to study after school just so I could sneak looks at her, maybe even talk to her.‖
Scarlett couldn’t imagine Trevor Braxton as a child. He’d probably been a handsome little devil full of deviousness. Tricks and trouble and mischief—she could only surmise the torture he’d put his parents through.
―I’m sure you stood out. Someone like you hanging out in a library every day.‖
Trevor’s dark brows drew together, his expression confused. ―Someone like me? What do you mean by that?‖
―Well, look at you.‖ She waved a hand at him, wondered if maybe she should’ve kept her mouth shut. ―I’m sure you’ve never studied a day in your life. You got by on your good looks alone.‖
He laughed, the sound warm and…how could this be? Inviting?
She really wanted to hate this man. But he made it hard. And that drove her nuts.
―I was a big nerd in school,‖ he admitted once he quit laughing. ―Dressed bad, funny looking, wore glasses, had braces. The works.‖
―I don’t believe you.‖
Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
It’s all about the story…
Action/Adventure
Fantasy
Historical
Horror
Mainstream
Mystery/Suspense
Non-Fiction
Paranormal
Red Hots!
Romance
Science Fiction
Western
Young Adult
www.samhainpublishing.com
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