Sunday, 31 January 2016

Sunday Snog

It's Sunday Snog time - this week a sexy kiss from my new novel Accelerated Passion which hits the shelves tomorrow.....

Frankie shook her head. “No. I...”
“You feel it, too. I know you do. Between us.” Dean tugged her a little closer. Their knees touched. “There’s a connection of minds.”
Fuck minds. What about his eyes? If ever she’d seen come-to-bed eyes, Dean Cudditch had them. It would be so easy to strip and get sweaty and dirty with him. Take some much-needed satisfaction from his sexy, hard, and toned body.
She glanced at the door again.
“Don’t go,” he said in such a husky tone, her belly clenched and a pulse of arousal shot to her clit.
“Stay...with me.” He ran his hand up to her elbow. “Please.”
“But...” She was running out of arguments even in her own head.
He pushed his other hand through her hair and clasped the back of her neck, drew her nearer so their noses were just a whisper apart.
His touch, the feel of him against her skin. Like earlier, at the pits, when he’d kissed her. It made rational thought fly out of the window. Everything, everyone, the universe, it all faded into the distance—somewhere so distant she didn’t even know if it existed any more.
“Frankie,” he murmured. “Stay.”
He pressed his lips to hers. Unlike at the track, it was a soft, gentle kiss even though his hold on her was once again firm and determined.
She fluttered her eyes shut. Loving the feel of his mouth covering hers, the texture of his lips, the slight scrape of his stubble on her chin.
He slanted his head, deepened the kiss, and touched his tongue to hers.
She tried to hold in a small moan of desire but it eased from her throat and into her mouth.
The sound seemed to spur Dean on, and he released her wrist and wrapped his arm around her waist.
Next thing she knew, she was on the soft bed, still being kissed. The weight of him, half over her, pressing on her, made her nipples tighten and her body arch toward him.
Was this really happening? Damn it, the reality was better than any dream.
She slid her hand over his shoulders, absorbing the heat of him, learning the contours of his back and smoothing down the gutter of his spine.
“You taste so sweet,” he murmured then resumed kissing her in a way that told her he had no intention of stopping anytime soon.
She sighed into it and ran her hand over his hair. It was sharp on the upstroke, smooth when she stroked downward to his neck.
He was busy with his hands, too. He undid the belt on her robe and pushed the material aside, exposing her vest top and a tiny pair of white knickers.
He broke the kiss and glanced down. “Fuck, you’re something else.”
She followed his line of sight. Her nipples were poking at the material of her top and her flat stomach slightly exposed. The color of her underwear made her skin look more tanned than it was.
“I’ve been thinking about doing this,” he whispered then kissed over her cheek and down the column of her neck.
“Mmm...” She bent her right leg and pressed it against his thigh. The feel of his jeans on her bare flesh turned her on all the more. “Dean.”
“Frankie,” he murmured, slipping his hand beneath her top. He slid upward and cupped her breast.
She wasn’t a big-chested girl but very sensitive. She pushed into his touch, wanting more.
He trapped her nipple between his fingers then ducked. Through the cotton, he sucked the hard peak.
“Oh, yeah...” She gasped and squirmed.
He switched attention to the other breast and suckled that one.
The heat of his mouth, the pinch of his fingers was like a hotwire to her pussy. She was getting damp, arousal generating a pulsing sensation in her clit.
Dean slithered down the bed, kissing her as he went. He dipped his tongue into her navel.
She pressed her head into the pillow, clasped him over the ears. Drew her legs up and around his wide body.
“Relax,” he murmured, his breath hot on her skin. “And enjoy.” As he’d spoken, he’d gripped the waistband of her panties. He tugged them down and off.
She was aware of cool air on her hot pussy. He was between her legs, spreading her thighs wide.
Again, she looked at him.
He was half on, half off the bed. His focus on her most intimate folds. He was still dressed, yet she was practically naked, bared open, wet, panting for it.
What the hell was she doing?
A bolt of panic shot through her. Her heart did a weird flip, and her ears rung.
She couldn’t do this.
He’d placed his hands on her inner thighs, was leaning in, clearly planning on tasting her, working on her with his mouth and tongue.
She scooted upward and clamped her legs together, giving him a whack on the shoulder with her foot as she did so.
“Frankie?” he said, surprise flashing over his face. “What—?”
“I can’t. I can’t, okay?” She dragged her robe closed, covering her nakedness and the damp patches on her breasts.
“But... I thought you wanted to.” He stroked his palm over her shin
“I do. I did, but you’re the driver, and I’m a mechanic. It’s not right.”

Of course Frankie can't resist Dean for long, who could? To read the whole novel grab it from Amazon, Amazon UK and ARe - also available for pre-order.

Saturday, 30 January 2016

Saturday Spankings - Accelerated Passion

It's Saturday Spankings time! I'm very excited this weekend as my new novel, Accelerated Passion hits the shelves on Monday - you can pre-order now. I loved writing this sexy story with world champion Formula One driver Dean Cudditch as the hero (if you've read my novel Breathe You In you'll have already met him) and tomboy mechanic Frankie.

When speed and seduction combine, sparks are sure to fly. 

Some girls enjoy makeup, low-cut dresses, and bedding famous men. Not me. I’m happiest in my oily overalls, with my hands in an engine, chatting with the guys on my team about aerodynamics and wing position. 

So when infamous Formula One champion, Dean Cudditch, comes into my life, I’m content to leave him to his lothario ways. Dean seems on top of the world when draped with adoring female fans, and I refuse to be another of the champ’s conquests. 

However, as I get to know the real Dean Cudditch, I begin to see a softer side to him that makes him all the sexier. My resolve crumbles when he admits that it’s my mechanical mind and engineering know-how that turn him on. Before I know it, I’m racing down the fast lane of seduction, passion, and lust. One thing is for sure: when Dean is behind the wheel, it’s going to be one hot ride. 

“Damn it, I need to be in you.” He twisted her to face the car. Then, with firm pressure in the center of her back, he pushed her to ninety degrees.
She placed one hand on the hard rubber tire in front of her and the other on the wing. Her breasts hung downward, and her ass jutted up.
Had she ever felt so open, so wanton and abandoned at the same time? She knew, in the hard light of day, she’d be horrified that they’d done this, but right now, nothing could stop it. She wanted Dean to fuck her, while she was like this, and she needed it now.
He gripped her ponytail again and held it firm.
“Have you any idea how fucking amazing you look?” he said as he ran his fingers through the cleft of her ass cheeks. “So hot for it, so perfect.”
She stared at the front of the car and held her breath as he eased two, maybe three fingers into her pussy.
“And so wet for it. Wet for me,” he said. He began to pump, fucking her with his fingers.
“Dean...” she gasped.
“I’m going to make you mine,” he said. “Here, now, over the best fucking car in the world.”
He withdrew. A hard slap landed on her right ass cheek.
She bit her bottom lip to prevent from squealing as the sting traveled over her buttock and heat rose on her skin. “Ah, yeah, are you handling it?” he asked.
“Yes.” She could guess what was coming next and
hung her head down.
But he pulled her hair harder, forcing her to look up as he delivered another slap, to her opposite buttock this time. Again, she bit her lip. Fuck, that had hurt. He’d put real male muscle behind it and held her so tight.

Get your copy on pre-order now from ARe, Amazon and Amazon UK!

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A Sexy Vampire ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #MySexyAuthors #Saturday7 #MSS126

Welcome to My Sexy Saturday - I'm not fitting into the theme very well this week, but I just couldn't resist sharing a snippet from Accelerated Passion - out on Monday but available for pre-order NOW.

When speed and seduction combine, sparks are sure to fly.

Some girls enjoy makeup, low-cut dresses, and bedding famous men. Not me. I’m happiest in my oily overalls, with my hands in an engine, chatting with the guys on my team about aerodynamics and wing position.

So when infamous Formula One champion, Dean Cudditch, comes into my life, I’m content to leave him to his lothario ways. Dean seems on top of the world when draped with adoring female fans, and I refuse to be another of the champ’s conquests.

However, as I get to know the real Dean Cudditch, I begin to see a softer side to him that makes him all the sexier. My resolve crumbles when he admits that it’s my mechanical mind and engineering know-how that turn him on. Before I know it, I’m racing down the fast lane of seduction, passion, and lust. One thing is for sure: when Dean is behind the wheel, it’s going to be one hot ride.

“Am I forgiven?” he added.

She swallowed. “I suppose so.”

He was quiet for a moment, then, “Good.” He stepped away.

She missed the sensation of him standing so close behind her and gripped the balcony rail to steady herself.

“Get your clothes off,” he said suddenly.

“What?” She glanced over her shoulder, shocked by his words.

He laughed. “There’s a pool outdoors. Everyone’s going in. Get your travel clothes off, put on your bikini.”

“I don’t have a bikini,” As if she would—around her all-male team.

“Shame. Get into your swimsuit then, and come and join us.” He gripped the base of his top and tugged it upward. As it lifted, he revealed a dark trail of hair from his waistband to his navel that spread up over his perfect chest, petering out when it reached his small hard nipples. His shoulders were tanned, muscular, and on his right biceps, a vibrant tattoo shaped like flames fanned over his skin.

She snapped her mouth shut. Fuck. What was the guy playing at?

“So,” he said, balling the T-shirt into his fist. “I guess I’ll see you down there. It’ll do us all good to cool off.”

Enjoy the other My Sexy Saturday posts! Don't forget to pre-order Accelerated Passion now and enjoy a fast ride with Dean and Frankie!

Thursday, 28 January 2016


Come and join me on Facebook for a party to celebrate the release of Infamous which includes my novel Accelerated Passion!

I'll be there at 2pm EST (that's 7pm GMT) with fun chatter, steamy excerpts, sexy pics and a few contests!

Accelerated Passion is available for pre-order at All Romance eBooks and Amazon!

Back cover information

When speed and seduction combine, sparks are sure to fly. 

Some girls enjoy makeup, low-cut dresses, and bedding famous men. Not me. I’m happiest in my oily overalls, with my hands in an engine, chatting with the guys on my team about aerodynamics and wing position. 

So when infamous Formula One champion, Dean Cudditch, comes into my life, I’m content to leave him to his lothario ways. Dean seems on top of the world when draped with adoring female fans, and I refuse to be another of the champ’s conquests. 

However, as I get to know the real Dean Cudditch, I begin to see a softer side to him that makes him all the sexier. My resolve crumbles when he admits that it’s my mechanical mind and engineering know-how that turn him on. Before I know it, I’m racing down the fast lane of seduction, passion, and lust. One thing is for sure: when Dean is behind the wheel, it’s going to be one hot ride. 

Wednesday, 27 January 2016

Coming Soon - Spliced by Sarah Masters, Lavinia Lewis, Lily Harlem and Jambrea Jo Jones

I'm delighted to be part of a new shifter series with a difference, SPLICED which hits the shelves on 14th February (available for pre-order now). Introductory price of 99c/99p - but not for long!

Here's the low down and a reveal of my lovely cover for Kangorilla - courtesy of Posh Gosh!

When scientists mess with the most primitive elements of a man’s core, the results are bound to be explosive.

Living a loveless existence is hard for any shifter, but having DNA spliced with creatures who stand out from the crowd is damn near impossible. Which is why four experimented-on souls decide to break free from the chains that hold them, climb the fences that circle them, and go in search of adventure, passion and most of all, their mates.

But nothing worth having is ever easy, and for Sharkorilla, Pugorilla, Kangorilla and Elephorilla, this is definitely the case. They’ve come to the end of one very long, hard and frustrating road, but now, with the help of men who have big hearts, they must shed their fears, accept their bodies, and be true to the desires that burn within them. The only problem is, will they get away with it?

Kangorilla – Joey has it tough. Not only has he been spliced with a kangaroo and a gorilla, he’s also been brought to the other side of the world.

Feeling exploited, desperate and wishing he had love, companionship and acceptance, he takes the risk of leaving the compound in the search of happiness.

But will he find it? Or has the person he’s drawn to got other ideas? It certainly seems that way as the temperature goes from boiling hot to downright frosty.

Check out the other three books in the series and their brilliant covers! Please note they can  each be enjoyed as individual stories, but read in order enhances the pleasure as you get to see the progression of the shifter's sexy adventures.

Want more? Keep an eye on the SPLICED blog for excerpts and juicy details - release date 14th February but pre-order Kangorilla now!

And if you want to grab all three, here's the pre-order links...

ARe - coming soon

Sunday, 24 January 2016

Sunday Snog

Welcome to Sunday Snog, this week a smooch from my new MMF novella, Heat of the Day.

“As long as you’re really okay and you’re here.” Piper smiled. It felt so good to smile—a real smile. One that stretched her mouth and balled her cheeks. She kissed Sera again and jiggled within his embrace.
He half laughed and half groaned as she pushed against him. He slid his hands to her butt and squeezed her through her tiny shorts.
“I’ve missed you,” he said breathily against her lips.
“And we’ve missed you.” She curled her hand around Flynn, drawing him into their embrace again. “So what have you boys been up to all day?” She licked her lips and allowed a luscious image of them fucking in the caravan to overtake her.
“We’ve” Sera said, glancing at Flynn.
“Yeah,” Flynn said, giving a small nod. “We have.”
“Fucking fun?” Piper asked, looking between the two of them.
“No, we thought we’d save that for you,” Flynn said.
“A proper hello. All three of us.”
“Mmm, I like your style, very thoughtful.” Piper ground herself against Sera, wondering if his cock was erect.
He lowered her a little so she could feel through his shorts he was hard—really hard. Damn, and it was still a long way home.
She studied the cliff behind Flynn’s shoulder. She knew this stretch of beach like the back of her hand, having walked it every day for months. Even in the dark it held no secrets for Piper.
They were between Cabo and Pino, a deserted stretch because of the cliff that crumbled from time to time. An idea formed in her mind. Once, before they’d met Sera, she and Flynn had stopped off here. A small craggy outcrop of boulders provided a shelter of sorts, no real roof to speak of but privacy from three sides and part of a fourth. To say they’d had fun was an understatement. They’d enjoyed screaming orgasms, their cries of delight wending up into the night sky and mixing with the stars.
“There,” she said, nodding.
“What?” Sera asked.
Flynn glanced over his shoulder, the tendons in his neck stretching.
Piper knew he’d click pretty quickly.
He turned back to her. A slow smirk spread on his face. “Oh, yes, that could work.”
“More than work.” Piper unfurled her legs from Sera and slipped to the sand but she didn’t let go of him. She kept her arm wrapped around his waist and the other she hooked into the crook of Flynn’s elbow. “Lead the way, Flynn,” she said, resting her head on his shoulder. “You know where to go.”
“Oh yes.” Flynn pressed a quick kiss to her head. “Clever girl.”
“What is it?” Sera asked.
“We know somewhere.” She did a little skip, happiness swelling her heart and adding a bounce to her step.
“Private,” Flynn added.
“Secluded,” she said.
“For maldito?” Sera asked.
“Yes, maldito,” Piper said, knowing the Portuguese word for fucking. “Now. No waiting.”

Grab your copy of Heat of the Day from Amazon, Amazon UK and all other good ebook retailers and immerse yourself in Piper, Flynn and Sera's sexy story.

Saturday, 23 January 2016

Pre-Order Accelerated Passion from Amazon!

You can now pre-order your copy of my hot new Formula One novel Accelerated Passion at Amazon - release date 1st February.

Friday, 22 January 2016

Spicing it Up - Review

Spicing it Up has had a great review over at Erotica for All. If D/s and kinky butt plugs are your thing, check it out!

Thursday, 21 January 2016

His Beautiful Wench - New Release from Natalie Dae

Hello Natalie, welcome to my blog and thank you for answering my questions about His Beautiful Wench. I've just finished this lovely, sexy book and knowing more about it is hitting the spot for me!

What inspired you to write His Beautiful Wench?

I recall pondering the word ‘wench’ and whether I could get away with having it in a title. I decided to just go for it, and my publisher at the time didn’t bat an eyelid. Back then, I was still quite naïve about rude words and the use of them, shy actually, but now, the word wench doesn’t make me bat an eyelid either. God, I remember when using the ‘C’ word was difficult for me. These days it’s the same as any other word because I’ve used it so much. I suppose familiarity deadens the risqué feel of these things.

What made you choose to write a story that flicks from past to present (although it’s mainly in the past)?

I’ve always been fascinated with past lives and wanted to explore what would happen if a woman had fallen in love with a man centuries ago, was reincarnated, then in the present she was reunited with him. So I have this dual thing going on, where Amelia is living one life while awake but another entirely while she’s asleep. But her sleep world is very real—it happened many years ago, she’s just being shown that now in order for her to recognise her true love in the present when he finally appears.

Some books are special to authors, more so than others. Where does His Beautiful Wench stand on the Special Scale?

Quite near the top. #3 in the list. I really got emotionally involved in this one. When a certain thing happens in it, even as the author, as I was writing I was saying, “Nooooo! Don’t do that! Noooo!” and crying. I know a few people have also cried at that part, and while I apologised, I was secretly glad (LOL, wicked cow!) because it means they also got the emotion and were wrapped up in the moment. Invested in the characters, if you like.

Which book is at the top of your Special Scale?

So easy to answer. Without question, Denial. That book is so special to me I could cry haha. I was very emotional with that one—to the point that I had a few months away from writing it because I couldn’t stand how it made me feel. Overly sensitive and wanting to cry. Sigh…I do love it so. #2 on the list is Shadow & Darkness. While I didn’t get emotional in the ‘feels’ sense, this was my first real trot into erotica. I forced myself to use rude words and show many different kinks as a test. I used to be crushingly embarrassed when writing erotica to begin with, and Shadow & Darkness was my way of making myself not think about what I was writing and just be cool with the fact that the book is about sex.

Back to His Beautiful Wench. What can readers expect from this novel?

Hopefully an emotional journey that makes readers think about past lives and whether we’ve lived before. Also, I hope there’s a sigh at the end, where the happy-ever-after is so nice that it makes the reader get the warm fuzzies!



Drawn to the attic in her new home, Amelia finds a saucy nineteenth-century wench dress. At first glance, it’s just a dress, but once she puts it on, desire streaks through her and she’s transported to the past. Overwhelmed by lust, she is caught pleasuring herself, discovered by the most gorgeous man she’s ever seen, who turns out to be—her lover?

Amelia and Emmet join in an explosive sexual union, erasing the months—or is it centuries?—they have been apart as though they never existed. But suddenly Amelia awakes—alone.

Until the dress calls again.

Emmett’s not the only one lusting after Amelia. Lord Graham wants her and he doesn’t fight fair. He kidnaps her, sends Emmett on a deadly errand and forces Amelia to participate in his voyeuristic games. Although Amelia’s body betrays her, she vows to remain true to Emmett, but will he return? And can she escape the clutches of Lord Graham’s debauchery? Amidst subterfuge, treachery and murder, Amelia and Emmet’s love grows and they reach new heights of carnal passions.


He stood at the top of the stairs, arms held out for her. A sob caught in her throat and tears pricked her eyes. His sun-weathered face…God, how she itched to touch it, to run her fingertips over his full lips, to sift her hands in his thick wavy hair.
“Emmett,” she whispered, his name foreign yet so right on her tongue.
He rewarded her with a wide grin. “Ah, you couldn’t keep the game going, I see. Come here.”
She ran toward him, all fear gone, her past obliterated, replaced with the need to feel his chest against hers, his kiss on her lips. He pulled her into an embrace, one hand on her ass, the other roaming her back. She nestled her face in the crook of his neck and a strangled cry built in her throat then left her mouth. She touched her lips to his collarbone, the heat from his skin searing. His hand left her back and he weaved it through her hair, fingertips massaging her scalp.
“By God, I’ve missed you, wench.”
His voice sent shivers of desire through her, his use of wench an almost illicit, daring term that prodded her need for him higher. She hugged him to her, the planes of his back hard and recognizable beneath her hands. He smelled of sunshine, salt and that indefinable scent that was undeniably Emmett Dray. The smell she conjured on the nights she lay in bed after working at the saloon, hoping the remembrance of it would bring him into her dreams. The nights she tried to sleep unsuccessfully, the moans and sighs from the men and women in the whorehouse below making her wish she and Emmett created those noises. Tears spilled and she thanked God Emmett had returned to her safe—and prayed he would remain here for longer than his usual week between voyages. Those days sped by so fast she barely had time to become accustomed to his arrival before they once again held one another close beside the dock and prepared to say goodbye.
Don’t think of him leaving when he has only just arrived.
She sniffed and lifted her head, taking in the sight of him. More lines had appeared beside his eyes—him squinting due to the harsh sun, she’d wager—and he’d tanned darker than any other time she could remember. Where had he voyaged, this man of hers, to be so brown?
He rubbed his nose against hers then tilted his head, closing his eyes as his lips brushed hers. A thrill rushed through her and she tightened her hold on him, crushing him closer. She opened her mouth to invite his tongue in and it met hers. A groan cut short in her throat and she loved him with her mouth, pressing her pelvis into his. Hard cock greeted her and she moaned again, the need for him inside her paramount.
He broke the kiss, cupped her face and stared into her eyes.
Do they remind him of the ocean? Are they the same bright blue?
“It’s been difficult for you this time, Amelia?” He touched his brow to hers.
“It’s always difficult. Always.” She sighed and fingered his shoulder blades, ran her nails down his spine. “I’ll never get used to it. When will you—”
“Hush. There’s time later to discuss my next voyage.”
He lifted her into his arms and carried her over to a double bed, its head and footboards fashioned from iron poles. A multicolored patchwork quilt covered the mattress, a corner folded over, a sheet beneath. With one foot on the bed, he balanced her ass upon his knee, her back cradled in his arm, and used his free hand to fling the quilt farther aside. He lowered her into the bed and looked down at her, the rigidity of his cock evident underneath his shirt fronts. She held her breath at the sheer beauty of him, at the reality that he was really here. He raised his arm and slid his hand beneath her scooping neckline, lifting the material to peek beneath. He smiled, caressed her swells with his thumb and she released her breath. His splayed palm warmed her chest and he moved it toward her neck, one finger tracing the dip at the base of her throat.
“I love you, my beautiful wench.”
Emmett took his hand away and the loss of contact pained Amelia to such a degree that she reached out to grasp his wrist. He leaned to one side and took off his boots, her grip steadying him.
“Come to me,” she said, the ache in her all-consuming.
She pulled up her skirt and widened her legs, and he climbed onto the bed, kneeling between them. Amelia stared at him, wanting to read his expressions and remember them, shelve them for the lonely times to come. Warm hands smoothed along her calves, over her knees and up her thighs. Thumb tips brushed her mound and he cocked his head, one eyebrow rising. He shifted her skirt higher. His eyes widened.
“By God! Did you allow those women downstairs to fashion your undergarments?”
Amelia frowned and looked down, her head supported by pillows. A scanty piece of black material covered her thatch, familiar yet not. Had the women or Madam created her underwear? A moment of confusion lingered before dissipating completely.
“It’s nothing more than a strip of fabric!” His rich laugh filled her attic room and he gazed down at her, blue eyes bright. “My, you’re an amazing woman. So bold yet so innocent in allowing those females of the night to influence you.”
He grazed her lower belly, his fingertips feather-light, teasing. She tensed, waiting for him to ravish her, needing him to handle her with gentle roughness, yet his hands played over her skin with no urgency. She raised her hips, conveying to him that he move faster, but his grin told her he had taken charge.
Emmett bent his head, his breath hot on her inner thighs, day-old beard growth rasping her skin. Shock waves buzzed to her core and she fisted the sheet beneath her. He breathed in, his intake of air long.
Does he do what I do? Remember my scent when in his bunk at night? Does his throat thicken when he recalls it, tears close?
Love for him bloomed, her chest tight. God, how she’d missed him, and upon his return she realized she’d missed him more than she’d thought. Cool air bathed her as he pushed her underwear aside and parted her with finger and thumb. A puff of hot breath heated her a second before he swept his tongue up her slit, circling the sensitive nub at the top. She whimpered, his languid torment sweet yet maddening. She released the sheet and wound her fingers in his hair, the tresses coarse from sea salt, the feel of them heaven. He laved up and down, every so often dipping his tongue tip inside her.
Her orgasm came on swiftly, a raging burn that spread up her channel to the pit of her stomach. She clutched his head, willing his tongue faster, harder, but he continued with soft strokes, drawing out her pleasure. The tortuous abrasion nudged the intensity up a notch and she cried out as it spread through her lower body. Her nipples hardened, the peaks achingly taut, and she let go of his hair to massage her breasts through her dress. Orgasm at its peak, she lifted her hips higher and Emmett applied a little more tongue pressure, inserting two fingers inside her. She bucked, loosed a ragged moan and her juices spilled. The sensations receded and she stilled her hands, resting them flat on her chest.
Emmett raised his head and she gazed down at him, her eyes half closed, her heart rate fast. Aftershocks stabbed her and he shifted up, his body covering hers. His kiss tasted of her juices and she took what he offered, arms about his back. She moved her hands down to cup his backside and kneaded, loving the feel of him, loving the way he fitted against her. He rose, hands flat on the mattress beside her, and she mourned the loss of his mouth on hers. Licking her lips, she brought her hands up between them and undid his shirt. His flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes showed his desire and she snagged her fingers in the curls on his chest then swept over his skin to rest them on his shoulders.
He swooped down for another quick kiss, rose again and leaned on one hand while the other freed her breast. Rough with calluses from his ship’s rigging, his skin brushed over her nipple. The scuff of his coarse skin sent shudders of delight through her and she arched her back, pressing her breast into his palm.
“You’re a beauty,” Emmett whispered, his gaze meeting hers. “I dreamed of you every night and sometimes during the day.” His eyes moistened. “I had many a time when my mind wandered to thoughts of you.” He rolled her nipple between finger and thumb. “And sometimes my cock got so hard it ached.”
Amelia snatched in a breath and dug her nails into him. He pinched her nipple in rhythm with her pulse and she embraced his lower back, pressing his rigidity to her. His eyes conveyed so much—so many words and emotions.
“Being with you like this,” he whispered, “is all I want. All I’ll ever want.”
Her emotions betrayed her and a tear escaped, trailing a hot path to her temple then disappearing into her hair. Emmett released her nipple, leaned down and kissed the now cold tear-track, his soft lips peppering the shell of her ear.
“I missed you,” Amelia murmured, cupping his ass. “I wish—”
“As do I, my wench,” he whispered, his breath warming her ear.
Emmett reared up to remove his shirt then tossed it to the floor. A wave of longing encompassed her, so strong she followed her instincts and helped remove his breeches. He lay beside her propped up on one elbow and she caressed the small of his back, fondling her nipple with her other hand. She bent her legs and let her knees flop to the bed, their gazes locked. His fingertips swirled a circular pattern on the inside of one leg beside her knee and her hips bucked involuntarily.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked.
Amelia nodded. “Please…don’t tease me.”
His eyes darkened and he moaned, swiftly ripping the thin side strips of her underwear and moving on top of her. His cock speared her hole and she cried out, clutching his buttocks. Wrapping her legs around his, she lifted her hips, urging him to fuck her hard and fast. Hands flat on the mattress beneath her pillow, Emmett raised his chest and looked down at her, his thrusts sharp. She let out a short, victorious moan, spanning his ass cheeks again, his pelvis grinding against her.
He kissed her with a hunger that matched hers then lifted his head, his eyes searching for hers. The intensity of his stare stirred her desire and the spiral of a second orgasm gripped her. He sucked on her nipple. A spark of bliss fizzled, heightening her steadily growing pleasure. She released a whoosh of groan-laden air then gasped as his cock swelled further.
Her cunt clenched around him, and the lust coil burst through her. She dug her nails into his ass and keened, heady sensations overwhelming her. Tears of joy spilled, as did his seed, the wet heat of it sending her orgasm to a higher level. Her head went giddy and she hiked in a breath that snagged in her emotion-swelled throat.
“Christ, I love you, wench.”