Sunday Snog

Phew, the weeks fly by and already it's time for another Sunday Snog. Tomorrow the Spice Rack Bundle hits the shelves and it has my story, Joy Ride in it, so today we're going to have a snippet featuring married couple Kimberly and Nate…

But first, what is the Spice Rack? Well, the Spice Rack is a new novelty adult toy that's guaranteed to spice up your love life. Each jar holds a suggestion on how to add some zip in the bedroom or kitchen or wherever passion strikes. It's fun and saucy and  whether the couples choose sweet, savory or spicy it certainly gets everyone's juices flowing!

So without further ado, here is a steamy moment from the beginning of Joy Ride. Kimberly and Nate's first Spice Rack jar revealed the task 'express your love on the move' though Kimberly has been wondering how she is going to meet her challenge…

“Thanks, I appreciate it, Mom.” Kimberly smiled and then walked over to Nate.

She rested her hand on his forearm. “We should go. We’ll miss the start of the movie.”

“Movie?” He creased his brow.

Kimberly scowled. How could he not be playing along?

“Ah yes, the movie.” Nate nodded quickly and stood. “Of course. Good to see you, Derek. I’ll hunt up the information on the old Chevy engine for you.”

“Thanks, Nate, I’d appreciate it,” Derek said, shaking Nate’s hand and then turning to Kimberly. “You kids go and have fun. Sophie will be just fine with us, don’t worry about a thing.”

“Thanks, Dad. See you tomorrow.” Kimberly gave her father a quick peck on the cheek and then steered Nate to the hallway.

“We were only supposed to stay for a minute,” she whispered as they put on their shoes.

“Sorry,” Nate mouthed and opened the door.

Once outside, he pulled her close as they walked to his car. “Sorry,” he said again. “It’s just your Dad has a friend who’s bought this old Chevy and he’s renovating it. He wants me to help out.”

“Well, that’s all very well, but this night is supposed to be about us, remember?”

Nate squeezed her close. “Of course I remember. How could I not?” He lowered his voice. “And just so you know, if Sophie hadn’t walked into the kitchen earlier, I may well have stripped you naked right in front of the sink, bent you over and had my wicked way with you.”

A shiver of delight zipped through Kimberly’s body, the longed-for sexy words as delectable as any caress. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” He stopped in the shadows by the car door and wrapped her in his arms. “This damn Spice Rack and the thought of what each jar might contain has got me feeling like a horny teenager.” He kissed her hard and fast. “We should get ourselves home ASAP and open another jar.”

“Just what I was thinking. And should we make it a seriously hot chili one this time?” She waggled her eyebrows suggestively and cupped his ass, hoping her father hadn’t decided to peek out the curtains.

He grinned and there was a roguish glint in his eyes, one that she hadn’t seen for a while. “I don’t care what it says in the jar, because you, baby, are going to get it good.”

“I am?” Oh, what a promise. Kimberly could barely control a delicious tremble of anticipation between her legs.

“Yep, with the bedroom lights on and no holding back your screams of pleasure. I’m going to remind you how we used to... Fuck.”

Kimberly slid her hands from his taut butt and fisted his sweater at his lower back. She couldn’t remember when she’d last heard Nate curse. But it didn’t offend her. Far from it. In fact it turned her on. Fuck. She loved that word. It should be in their lives more often. “Fuck,” she repeated.

He licked his lips. “Yes, we used to fuck like crazy. Do you remember on our honeymoon? We didn’t come out of the hotel room for three days. It was awesome.”

Kimberly nodded, remembering with wonderful clarity how they’d enjoyed each other’s bodies to the max. His stamina in the shower had been incredible and he’d eked out her first multiple orgasm. She’d woken him with a blow job, the best start to any day ever, he’d later said. They’d also conceived Sophie, a condom having split during a particularly strenuous doggy-style session on the balcony at three in the morning. “I remember,” she whispered against his lips. “It was awesome.”

“It was how we were most of the time.” He stroked his thumb over her cheek. “I still feel the same way about you, you know. I don’t show it so much. Can’t show it so much but that doesn’t mean...” His words trailed off.

“Doesn’t mean what?” She tipped her head and studied the way he nibbled at his bottom lip.

“That when you walk into a room I don’t imagine you naked. When you touch me, even just a hand on my arm, I don’t long for more, much more. Because I do. I miss the old us.”

Damn, so did Kimberly. How could they have let themselves get into this state?

“Not to say I’m not happy with how we are,” he said hurriedly. “I am. You’re the only one for me, you have to know that, not just for today, tomorrow, but forever.” He paused. “But we’re still young, in love and, if that kiss an hour ago is anything to go by, we’re still in lust.”

“Sure, we’re still in lust.” Squeezing a little tighter against him, she felt a hard package behind the fly of his jeans. “Nate! We’re at my parents’.”

He grinned and rubbed his pelvis against her, just a little, the tiniest amount. “I can’t help it. Just talking about fucking you has made me hard enough to hammer nails.”

Kimberly giggled. “Well, we’d best get you home so you can start hammering.”

He gave a snort of laughter. “Yeah, let’s ditch the movie.”

“There was never a movie.” Kimberly batted his arm and leapt into the car. The sooner they got home the sooner the fun would start. She could hardly wait.

Nate pulled away from the curb, his transition up the gears more rapid than usual. Kimberly glanced at his face. His jaw was set at a steely angle and his lips were pressed tight. As the amber glow of the streetlamps slid over his profile she could see his nostrils flaring as he breathed.

She squirmed on the seat, heat flooding between her legs. The need to have him above her, ramming into her, giving in to desire, was too much to bear. She could imagine it so clearly, what they would be doing the very minute they got home. Naked, sweaty, tearing at each other’s clothes—their hunt for satisfaction a wild frenzy as basic instincts took over every thought and movement. They may have to get the first one out of the way before they opened the second spice jar.

Kimberly pressed her legs together and continued to stare at her husband. His fingers gripped the wheel, his biceps tensing to bricks beneath his sweater, their outline clear. She let her gaze slip lower, to his groin. The lap belt cut across his waistband, bunching his top slightly. Beneath that there was a healthy bulge.

“Nate,” she said, sliding her hand onto his thigh. A truly sinful idea had just popped into her head. It would be the answer to their problem. But could she turn it into reality?

He tensed but kept his eyes on the road. “Yep?”

“You know that spice jar?”

“Yep.”

“How it said express your love on the move.”

“Yep.” He glanced across at her. His eyes narrowed briefly then he turned his attention back to the near empty highway that led to the outskirts of town.

“I have an idea.” Kimberly undid her belt and sidled into the middle section of the bench-style seat. “I think I know how we can fulfill the challenge before moving on to the next one.”

“Baby, there’s nowhere to stop around here without having the cops pull up within a few minutes.”

“I don’t want you to stop.” She slid her hand higher, up his thigh and onto the solid stretch of denim that was straining against his cock.

“Ah Jesus, careful, Kim.”

Kimberly ignored him and gave the impressive swelling in his groin a stroke and a squeeze.

“Shit, like I said, be careful. I haven’t been this hot for it in a while. I might just come in my pants.” He shifted on the seat.

“Ah, poor Nate.” She barely suppressed a giggle.

“Yes, poor Nate. These damn jeans—it’s getting pretty uncomfortable.” He scowled at her. “And you’re not helping.”

“But I think I can.” She licked her lips.

“Not for another twenty minutes you can’t, not ’til we get home.”

“But this is perfect. I have a way to express my love for you on the move. Right here, right now.” Carefully Kimberly eased the buttons on Nate’s fly free, releasing some of the pressure the wedge of flesh was causing.

“What the hell are you doing?” Again Nate flashed his attention her way, but just for a second. The road was long and straight but it was a fast route and known for deer wandering across the lanes. “Kim?”

“I’m going to suck you off, Nate. Now, while you’re driving us home.” Kimberly could hardly believe she’d said it. Such crass words didn’t usually fall from her lips. She was a wife and mother, the woman who worked part-time at the mall in an organic cosmetics shop. She’d just told her husband she was going to suck him off as he drove them home!

Find out more about all the Spice Rack books on my website and grab your ebook bundle (by far the cheapest way if all three books tickle your fancy) from Ellora's Cave and all good ebook retailers tomorrow!