Sunday, 29 April 2012

Sunday Snog - Thief


This weeks snog comes from Thief - a full length novel available at Total-E-Bound as an e-book and in print.


Blurb

Kat uses her female charm and womanly attributes to pinch elite cars for her unscrupulous boss, Carlos. But when John Taylor becomes her latest hit, Kat finds herself at the receiving end of a gentle, expert seduction by a man who’s not all he appears.

Despite their night of passion, Kat has no choice but to take John’s car—Carlos knows where she lives. What she doesn’t bargain on is so does John!

In a week of sex and danger, honesty and kink, the immoral couple become inextricably tangled in one another’s lives. Emotions and desires reach boiling point as they push each other to their limits in and out of the bedroom.

Can each handle the other and will they ever be able to trust one another enough to open their hearts?






Kat looked up. He wore a soft expression, but she could see hot flames of desire licking through his dark irises. He swept his tongue over his bottom lip and pushed a hand over his harshly cut hair. She wondered if there was a glimmer of uncertainty in his face, but it shot away before she had chance to examine it.


She stood, hesitated then walked towards him. It seemed she had to be the one to go to him; he wasn’t going to throw himself on her. It was sweet in a way. If they’d been two normal people about to get it together with no hidden agenda, it would have even have been romantic.


He smiled down at her when she stopped right in front of him. “I’m nice, Kat, really I am. It’s risky for a woman picking up a guy in a bar, but you’re okay with me... I promise.”


“I know.” She looked into the depths of his eyes.


“Good.” He hooked a finger beneath her chin and tilted her face to his. “Because it’s going to be a night to remember...just fun stuff, okay?” He bent his head and pressed his mouth against her lips. He tasted of whisky—oaks and barrels, heavy and mature. When he probed into her mouth, she felt like he was tentatively offering a part of himself.


She opened up. Gentle and exploring, he delved deeper. He was one hell of a kisser, and despite her normal aversion to tongue action, Kat found herself wanting more, wanting him to fill her mouth with his taste and his offerings.


He pulled back, slightly out of breath, and dropped his finger from her chin. “God, you’re delicious,” he said then leant back in. This time he wrapped his arms around her body, encased her in muscle and wedged her against his rock hard chest then set about devouring her mouth all over again.


Kat sent her hands between their bodies and tugged at the metal button of his fly. May as well get to it, get him satisfied and into a deep sleep so she could take her payment and keep Carlos happy.


“Hey, Pussy Cat, what’s the rush?” He reached down for her hands, gripped her wrists and pulled them up.


“I want you,” Kat murmured and pushed onto tiptoes to reach another kiss.

“I want you, too, but we’ve got all night.” He tipped his head to nuzzle her stretched neck. “I want to savour every tiny bit of your gorgeous body, enjoy having a woman in my bed for the first time in...well, a while. Then, after we’ve come together, we’re going to do it all over again.”


Kat felt a shiver sizzle to her nerve endings. She didn’t know if it was his tender little kisses or his deep, confident voice deciding how their night was going to be. But whatever it was, it had her buzzing in a way she never had before with a hit. 
Buzzing in a place which didn’t normally buzz except when she gave it attention herself.


“Turn around,” he whispered into her ear, his hands already placed on her shoulders and exerting gentle pressure.


Kat let her arms hang limply at her side and did as he asked. 


Her sleek mane of hair appeared over her right shoulder as he scooped it from her nape to gain access to the zip of her dress. 


She felt a tug, heard a quiet whiz and became aware of the material loosening around her ribs and hips. His hands came back up to the small straps on her shoulders, and he slid them off. The dress crumpled in a heap at her feet.


Kat looked down. She was wearing all black underwear, a good solid bra to support her double-Fs, a lacy thong, and fishnet hold ups. She’d had no intention of getting them on show. She’d worn them for her own pleasure, but now she was glad she was a girl who liked to be prepared, a girl who had a penchant for luxury undies.


“Step out,” he ordered from his crouched position by her ankles.


Obediently, she moved her three-inch heels and let him lift the dress from the floor. He straightened, stepped past her to the sofa and laid it over the arm as if it was the most delicate fabric he’d ever handled. He walked back over and stood directly behind her again.


Silence


She waited.


He was so close yet he wasn’t touching her. He didn’t utter a word. His body heat blasted her bare back and buttocks. The steady stream of his deep breaths washed over her neck and shoulders and tickled like a summer breeze.


She went to turn, wanting to see what expression was playing on his rugged features, but the second she started to twist, pressure was applied to her shoulders as he urged her to look at the doorway to the kitchen again—the kitchen where his keys lay on the counter, waiting for her.


“You have beautiful skin,” he said quietly. “It’s flawless—honey and silk.”


Kat was about to reply when a swarm of butterflies floated down her neck, kisses so delicate she had no choice but to flutter her eyes and mouth shut. She felt the increasing warmth from his body on her naked skin and his deeply male scent surrounded her like a soft cashmere blanket. An involuntary sigh trickled from her lips.


Fingertips lighter than fairy steps danced down the bones of her spine until they reached her bra strap. The temperature and pressure increased as he undid the small hooks. Kat felt the full weight of her breasts suddenly hang heavily down. He glided the straps down her arms and she heard it fall to the floor. She dropped her head. The flesh of her breasts looked translucent, veined under the direct beam of the overhead bulb. Her nipples were milk chocolate circles, every bump and wrinkle exposed as they peaked in the cool night air.


A dart of desire shot from her rib wall through the weighty flesh and collected in her nipples as she studied herself. John was back behind her, but she knew it was just looking at herself that was creating the hot circle of sensitivity—she was sure of it. It had nothing to do with him.


A stubbly chin scratched gently into her temple. “You okay?” he asked, looking down at her body from the same angle she was.


“Yes.”


“Sure?” His hands slid round her waist, big fingers practically meeting over the gentle curve of her belly as his thumbs touched in the dip of her lower back. He rubbed his thumbs up and down, soothing, reassuring, and a well of tension dissolved in the hollow of her spine she hadn’t even known was there. She rested backwards onto him. He felt so solid and warm, a gentle giant. Okay, so she was going to steal from him soon, spectacularly, but there was no harm in revelling in the feeling of being looked after, cherished. It was a feeling that rarely came her way.


“I’m fine,” she whispered.


“Just fine?” He lifted a hand from her waist and let the thick knuckle of his thumb brush her left nipple, just once, very lightly.

Instantly the little branch of her areola shot out, straining for another touch, begging for it. The weight in her breasts doubled with an unfamiliar feeling of longing. She wanted him to touch the other nipple, wanted him to cover them both with his big hard hands. Every nerve in her chest was crying out for it.


“Better than fine...” she managed. She watched, fascinated, as he moved his hand to her right breast and slowly took the nipple between his thumb and index finger. Very gently, he rolled it to a tense point. The skin puckered and strained further into a slight twist.


She sucked in another deep breath. The response her body was having to his touch was electric, like nothing she’d ever felt before. This was no quick drunken grope; this was her body being worshipped, indulged. John’s delicate touch was making her knees weak and her stomach clench. She pressed back farther into him, glad of his support as he switched his attentions to her already excited left nipple.


She should just get out of the flat; these feelings were getting too intense. This wasn’t the plan. Why wasn’t he behaving like the other five hits she’d had to sleep with to get their cars? 
Then it had been ‘wham, bam, thank you, ma’am’—all over and done within minutes. A drunken post-coital sleep, and she’d been free to take whatever her light fingers desired.


She spun in his arms, an excuse to leave forming in her mouth. “I...I ought to...”


His dark brows knitted together.


“I...I...really should...should...” Kat frowned in frustration at her ineloquence; she never suffered from stuttering or a lack of excuses.


“What’s up?” he asked as he bent an arm over his shoulder, fisted his black T-shirt and scraped it over his head in one smooth movement. It landed on the floor by her bra, instantly forgotten, as were Kat’s excuses. The sight of his wide chest, carpeted with dark coils of hair which trailed to the loose waistband of his jeans had her thoughts of running fleeing to the hills.


Since her head only reached his chin, she was face to face with glorious maleness, and his musky, slightly salty scent hit her full on. She had a sudden, overwhelming desire to push her straining, hungry nipples into the scratchy hair of his chest. She was desperate to know what it would feel like.


“Relax,” he said, twining his fingers into her hair and cradling the back of her skull with his palm. “It’s all good, I promise.” 










Reviews for Thief


Just Erotic Romance Reviews

"Thief
 is fast paced, contemporary erotic romance that combines a large dose of lust with a bit of  intrigue. John and Kat’s characters are very well developed and bring so much life into this story. John is clearly an Alpha male who has done so much good that you don't want to blame him for his current crimes. I wanted John to meet someone who would ease his loneliness and take his mind off his injury. Kat is a pistol! I loved her for her quick wit even though she was not using it wisely. When John and Kat come together the sexual sparks are off the chart. As John and Kat continue to find ways to stay safe, yet outwit each other, the story moves along at a nice pace. The sexual scenes border from gentle loving to hot, take no prisoners, steamy. I loved each and every sex scene. The secondary characters are few, which focused more of the story on John and Kat. I really enjoyed Thief and will miss the antics of John and Kat."

 Literary Nymphs

"Thief" is more than I expected it to be and the main characters’ antics towards each other never ceased to amaze me. This is a very good contemporary story of how two people with heavily burdened pasts can find mutual happiness and learn to trust each other, at the same time. This book by Ms. Harlem is the first for me, and she did a great job of spinning a tale of what can happen when you put together two personalities that clashed."

Miz Love Loves Books

If you like your characters to fall in love but battle with one another every step of the way, you’ll love Thief. A cool plot, great dialogue, funny moments, and lots of sexual tension. What more could you ask for?



Thanks for stopping by, have a great weekend.


Lily x




2 comments:

  1. Whew, hot stuff, Lily. Thanks for joining in with the Sunday Snog!

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