Ask Adam (28 page)
He waited for the last tremor to pass, and then stood, stripping his pants down as he did. In one fluid movement, he grabbed her hips and lifted her. At the same time, she pushed back against the wall and jumped, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulders. He was embedded in her tingling body before she’d straightened her back.
“Lexi. God, that’s good.”
He filled her, stretched her and took her to paradise again with a few hard thrusts. Then he joined her there. He let go and jettisoned his release deep inside of her. The freedom and ease with which he did it pushed her and she rode him harder, enjoyed the way her second orgasm stretched out to encompass his.
When he finally pulled out, set her down and collapsed against her, she relished the drops of his come trickling down her thigh.
“The auto start’s going to kick on in about two minutes,” she said. “The doors are gonna roll open and everyone’s gonna know what we’ve done.” She gave a soft laugh. “The evidence is dribbling down my leg.”
For the second time in five minutes, he got down on his knees. “Can’t have that,” he told her. “The only one who gets to find out about this particular pot of gold is me.” He proceeded to lick her clean. He started on her left shin and worked his way up, lapping at the sticky mess. He repeated the procedure on the other leg, and then started on her folds.
“Christ, Adam.” That had to be the sexiest thing he’d ever done. She gasped as he tried to remove every last trace of evidence. “It’s not working.” His attempts were counterproductive. Every lick of his tongue made her hotter, wetter, and she was soon climaxing for a third time as his mouth closed over her clit and sucked.
Adam rose, wiped his mouth clean and kissed her briefly. Then he did up his pants while she buttoned her top with shaky hands. Her skirt dropped back into place as the lift doors slid open.
“I love you, Adam Riley,” she told him as another couple stepped inside.
“I love you too, Lexi Tanner,” he answered.
“Riley,” she corrected.
“I love you too, Lexi Riley,” he said and smiled the traffic stopper.
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Trust and Dare
© 2007 Shelli Stevens
Angry that yet another military man has done her family wrong, Abby Cook plots sweet revenge. But when her plan goes awry, she discovers that she’s targeted the wrong military man.
Mason Tyler is not used to being disobeyed. Yet the curvy blonde has rejected his advances at every turn. When he catches her in the middle of a very destructive—not to mention illegal—prank, he offers her a deal. A deal that will keep her out of jail. And let him exact a little revenge of his own.
One weekend in his bed…no inhibitions, no refusals. But when the weekend is up, will Mason be ready to let Abby go?
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Trust and Dare:
“Take off your shirt, Abby.”
Her eyes widened and she licked her lips. “Now?”
She’d given him the go ahead, let’s see how far she’d let him take it. “Well, you did agree to play by my rules. You’re not going to break that little bargain of ours just yet, are you? I might have to spank that sweet ass of yours.”
Her lips curled upward and her tongue darted across her mouth. “Oh, well now…that might be kind of fun.”
Hmm. Another thing he’d have to remember. She liked the idea of being spanked. He took a step forward and she giggled, throwing her hands up in front of her.
“Okay, okay!” Reaching down, she grabbed the hem of her tank top and jerked it over her head.
The blood in his veins pulsed faster at the sight of her lace-covered breasts. “Now your bra.”
She took a deep breath and reached behind her, unhooking her bra and sliding the straps off each shoulder. She pulled the purple scrap of lace off her breasts and let the bra drop to the floor. Oh, sweet God. He wanted to step forward and touch her, but that would screw up the entire striptease.
“The skirt.” His voice came out hoarse.
Her fingers were shaking as she unzipped the skirt and wiggled her hips so it fell down at her feet. She stepped away from it and reached down for the buckle on her heels.
“Did I tell you to take off your heels, Abby?”
She straightened up. “I just assumed—”
“Don’t assume. Leave the shoes on.” She looked so damn sexy, and the shoes just made the fantasy level go up.
“Okay.” She nodded and started to cross her arms across her breasts.
He closed the distance between them, grabbed her wrists, and gently tugged her arms away from her body.
Now that they were inside and under the lights, he could see every curve and swell of her body. Her breasts were large and crowned by fat, raspberry-colored tips. Her stomach and hips were full and pale, with smooth pink pussy lips peeking out between her soft thighs.
“Don’t cover yourself, Abby. You’re a sexy woman, and I wanna look at you.” He needed to ease her surprising moment of shyness. He lowered his head and brushed his mouth across hers.
She made the sweetest little sighing noise and pressed her body against his, opening her mouth under his lips. He slipped his tongue inside, tasting her sweetness and sucking on her tongue.
The kiss deepened, growing more urgent. He finally jerked away, their ragged breathing just audible over the music. He reached his hands between them to cup her breasts, running his thumbs over the firm tips.
“Mason…” She moaned and covered his wrists with her fingers.
He stepped back, letting her go as he went to the couch and sat down. Crooking his finger towards her, he murmured, “Come here, baby.”
She smiled and walked towards him, her hips swinging as her high-heeled feet moved across the carpet.
When she was standing in front of him, he opened his legs so she could stand between them. Putting his hands on her shoulders, he gently urged her to her knees in front of him. Had he gone too far? His worries were eased when he watched her eyes—sure enough, there was a shimmer of excitement in them.
Without even having to ask her, she seemed to know what he wanted. Her pretty manicured fingernails went to work unbuttoning his fly, and then pulling down the zipper. His blood pounded through his veins and his cock grew harder than it already was.
Lifting his hips, Mason shoved his pants and briefs down to his knees. His erection sprang free and her soft hand immediately wrapped around it. The air hissed from between his compressed lips and he closed his eyes.
He found her handcuffed to his bed. Can they unchain her memories in time to save her life?
Lost But Not Forgotten
© 2007 Mackenzie McKade
When pharmaceutical researcher Alexis Knight returns home from the Amazon jungle in a quest to reclaim the year of her life lost to amnesia, she discovers a host of changes have taken place in her absence. Not only has the shy, geeky boy she knew years ago transformed into a virile, confident hunk, he’s bought her family home and is in the process of turning her late mother’s bedroom into a den of iniquity.
When Jake O’Malley finds spitfire Allie handcuffed to his bed, accused of breaking and entering, his first thought is that his dreams have been served up to him on a platter. Then he realizes she’s not acting when she says she doesn’t remember the past year, nor her own mother’s death.
As Jake eases Allie past her grief, her journey to reclaim her memories entwines with an exploration into the world of BDSM. Just as their psychological duel to dominate heats up, they make another, more chilling discovery.
There’s a reason Allie lost her memory—someone wants her dead.
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Lost But Not Forgotten:
Crap.
Allie hightailed it toward her bedroom, shutting the door just before Jake burst from the bathroom.
The pounding on her bedroom door startled her, but she didn’t move.
“You little witch. Open this door.” Jake didn’t sound too happy.
“Serves you right,” she shouted at the closed door. The pipes in the house had always been a little finicky. She had learned that much as a child. Too many times, she had begun to bathe just as her mother started the dishes. The result was hot or cold water—never anything in between.
Truth was she could use a cold shower about now. It had taken all her strength not to accept what Jake offered, a night in his arms. Even now, her body burned with need.
Allie’s heart raced as she leaned against the locked door. >From the other side, Jake shook it so that she felt the tremor clear to her bones.
“Allie, let me in,” he growled.
“Beat all you want. You’re not getting in here.” Vibrations from his pounding continued to shake the door. Abruptly, they stopped. Allie harrumphed. “Giving up so soon?” A chuckle of satisfaction rose and died as quickly.
She shouldn’t have taken her temper out on Jake. Everything that had happened recently was overwhelming. She was in trouble—big trouble.
Jake had been good to her mother—good to her. He didn’t have to let her stay here. Truth was this wasn’t her house. But that hadn’t stopped her from making an appointment to meet with her mother’s lawyer tomorrow.
The click of the lock sent her into action. “Oh, shit!” Allie flung herself against the door, but it was too late. Jake rushed through still only wearing the towel low around his hips. The inertia sent her backward and she fell on her ass. Pain radiated up her spine.
“Sonofabitch!”
That hurts.
Before she could rise on her own, Jake yanked her to her feet, firmly against his solid chest. The lines on his face were hardened, but his eyes were not.
Damn man was enjoying himself. Her anger flared anew, racing like a wildfire across her cheeks.
He gave her a little shake. “I ought to jerk you across my lap and beat your ass.”
She glared at him. “You wouldn’t dare.”
Jake released her, except for the iron grip he had on her right arm. “The hell you say.” He began to drag her toward the bed.
Planting her heels into the worn carpet, she balled her freed fist and swung.
With lightning speed, he caught the punch and slammed her back against the wall. The air in her lungs gushed out on impact. She recovered quickly, countering with a raised knee to his groin that missed its mark. Just in time, he swung away only returning to pin her flat against the wall with his unyielding body.
Trapped. She couldn’t move—couldn’t breathe, except for the spicy, masculine scent that assailed her.
Damn. He was good.
He knew her way too well, anticipating every defensive move she made.
“Release me or I’ll—”
In a surprise response, he stole her threat away with a punishing kiss.
There was no gentleness in his touch. Teeth meshed with teeth. His invasion was demanding, forceful, as his tongue pushed past her tight lips. Fast and skillfully, he tasted every inch of her mouth.