Name the excerpt
February 13, 2013 | Filed under: Stuff
Update: Winners are Daphne and Olivia. Email me with your snailmail and a few book choices!
This one is easy peasy. You know the drill. Take your best shot and name the book of mine this one comes from. And since cheating is allowed, let me know if you’re read it or not. I’ll draw a few names on Friday, the winners can pick the book of their choice from my backlist.
“You’re here with me,” she reminded him. “Because I asked.”
His arms tightened. “I’m here because I want to be.”
She ducked her face into the crook of his neck, but not before he saw the sheen in her eyes. He gave her a moment because the last thing he wanted was tears. He felt helpless against her tears.
“Tell me again that we’re going to find him,” she said, her lips brushing his skin with each word so that he barely was able to suppress a full body shiver.
“We’re going to find him,” he said.
She nodded, her frozen nose bumping into his ear. Snowflakes dusted her hair and shoulders. He found his hands sliding beneath the jacket, moving slowly up and down her back, warming, soothing.
She lifted her head and looked at him, then his mouth.
And like Pavlov’s dog, his body stirred.
“Adam?” she whispered.
The sound of his name in her low, sensuous voice was doing him in. This time he had to clear his throat. “Yeah?”
She licked her dry lips, just a quick dart of her tongue, and he nearly groaned. ”We’re a bad idea. Right?”
“The worst.” But here was the thing. Some of his worst ideas had turned into really great ones. Sure, he’d been burned by most of them, but there was something in the way she was looking at him.
It was an invite that he couldn’t refuse. Cupping her jaw, he leaned in and covered her mouth with his. When she gasped in pleasure, he took full advantage, stroking her tongue with his in a deep, hot, wet kiss. No niceties. It’d been a damn long time since he’d kissed her. Years. Something in him reared up and itched to remind her that once upon a time they’d been damn good together.
She murmured his name again in the sexiest, softest murmur and dug her fingers into his biceps, squirming to get closer. Closer worked for him, and he let himself do what he’d been thinking about doing for hours – he touched. He touched whatever he could reach, letting his hands roam her glorious body, losing himself in her soft warmth.
She moaned into his mouth but slowly pulled back. Breathing unevenly, she shook her head. “That’s not the bad idea part.”
Bonus points if you know whose book is next is the series.