Welcome to Sunday Snog - here's a seriously hot excerpt from my new novel Cold Nights, Hot Bodies. Much to Ashley's delight, Shane is up for acting out one of the sex scenes in her favourite novel, and he's not missing out any detail, no matter how frustrating it is for her!
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All my life I’ve been the quiet bookworm, the office mouse. It hasn’t bothered me. Immersing myself in erotic novels has kept me wriggling on the edge of my seat at work and firmly entrenched in my own fantasy world at night.
Though one thing is bothering me—my damn virginity. If only I could find a sexy bedroom expert to introduce me to the delights of having a lover. Someone handsome and charming, who can rival the hunky alpha males in my books. I have a very vivid, very well-fed imagination—he’ll have to keep up.
Then, one bitterly cold night, thanks to a devious, conniving, so-called friend, the perfect opportunity to rid myself of this pesky virginity problem comes along. Before I know it, the heroes in my novels have come alive in the person of Shane Galloway, who’s pleasuring me with every trick in the book and wheedling into my heart in the hottest ways possible.
**Please note Cold Nights, Hot Bodies was previously published with different cover art.**
Maybe I should have chosen a less dangerous scene. The one from The Millionaire’s Bride would have been less wild and not at all kinky. But Shane hadn’t read that one, he’d read, and enjoyed, Stolen and Seduced. Clearly fate had brought that scenario upon us and now there was nothing to do but enjoy.
Hastily, I brushed my teeth, staring all the time at my reflection. Once again there was something different about me, not just my rosy cheeks and windblown hair, but a hunger in my eyes, a longing, and a need that demanded to be satisfied buzzed between my legs and made my breasts heavy. Sex and getting naked with Shane was all I could think of.
I finished freshening up and slowly opened the door. The bedroom was in complete darkness. It was so black that when I clicked the bathroom light off I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face.
Taking a tentative step onto the carpet, my heart thudded. I struggled to catch my breath. The thrill of handing over this fantasy to Shane was off-the-Richter-scale sexy.
When will he grab me?
Will he be gentle and sweet or will he launch into the rough-and-tough role of Hest?
Walking farther into the room, slowly and hesitantly, I waited either to be captured or to bump my shins into furniture. I reached for something to feel my way around and blinked in the velvety blackness.
Suddenly a big palm clamped over my mouth and my head was pulled back into the solid muscle of a shoulder.
I yelped in shock but the sound was muffled.
“Keep quiet, Miss Winters, if you value your life!”
Something with an unnervingly metallic coolness pressed against my jugular, it slipped downward then around my neck, leaving a sharp trail of sensation.
My whole body froze, except for my heart rate, which rocketed. Surely Shane wouldn’t use a knife for our game? It was what Hest had used but…
He must have sensed my real fear, for the sharpness lifted and I heard a double click. The “weapon” was a ball-point pen.
Phew!
The pen was back at my neck and his hot mouth by my ear. When he spoke, his voice was low and dangerous. It was easy to imagine in the darkness that it was Hest with a razor-sharp knife holding me tight.
“You’ve teased me for too long, Eliza. Made me want you until I was crazy with it and then you tossed me away. Do you really think you can do that with a man like me? Do you? Really?”
He moved his hand from my mouth and I slipped happily into role. “Hest, get off me. What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I started to spin away but he clasped me to his body. His erection prodded at the small of my back and his arm became a tight band of granite around me. The pen flattened widthways over the lump in my throat.
“Oh, no, you don’t, I have plans for you. Plans to make you mine, forever.”
My excitement threatened to bubble over and my knees turned jelly-like. He even sounded like Hest and I swear his words were exactly the same as the book. Did he have a photographic memory or something?
“You can’t do this, my father will be out searching for me, no expense will be spared. Hotel security will see us.”
He laughed and lifted me as though I was no weight at all. As my feet left the floor, he began to stride forward, all the time speaking huskily into my ear. “No one will find you, Eliza, I’ve made sure we won’t be seen, and besides, who would expect you to be held in the very place you were taken from? What kind of gangster would stay at The Plaza?”
I wriggled within his grip the way Eliza did in the story. Writhing and flailing. Fighting to be free. But it was no good, his hold was strong and firm and the more I tried to escape the tighter he held me. The pleasure of him increasing his grip urged me on with my squirming.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, he dropped me backward, fast. Luckily, I landed on the bed. Air whooshed from my lungs and immediately I scrabbled to the opposite side, enjoying the chase but knowing I wouldn’t get away. And, of course, not wanting to get away.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” His full weight was over me, his hands roaming fast and wild, pulling and dragging at my clothes. “You can’t escape, and soon you won’t want to. Soon you’ll come to realize only I can give you what you need, Eliza, and you’ll admit it’s me that you love, only me, for all of time.”
Oh my, that was a bit too close to the truth. If I had to say those words, the lines between role-play and reality would blur. What if Shane was the man I was falling in love with for the first time? What if it was only going to be him for all eternity?
I didn’t dwell on a truth that would overwhelm me if I admitted it. Instead I struggled and twisted as he tugged my sweater over my head and released my bra. Cool air breezed over my breasts, spiking my nipples so that they caught on the woolen material of his clothes as he pinned me down.
There was a soft whump as my sweater landed on the floor.
As we pushed and shoved at each other, our breaths quickened—mine rapid with excitement and exertion. Having him overpower me, physically dominate me so completely was thrilling and sexy. All of Eliza’s thoughts and emotions tumbled with my own.
In a swift movement my arms were raised above my head. I knew what was coming but still it was a shock when something soft roped around them and snapped taut.
“Hest,” I called, yanking at my shoulders. “What the—”
He silenced me with a kiss. A hot, hard, open-mouthed kiss that had me panting for breath. His lips were savage, he was as hungry for me as I was for him. His tongue plundered into my mouth, stealing every part of me and making me forget my own damn name. It was so different from his earlier reverent, careful kisses.
I loved it.
“Keep quiet,” he snarled into my ear as he nibbled and licked across my cheek and on to my neck. “Keep quiet or I’ll gag you.”
I closed my mouth, stared into the darkness at where I knew he was and became totally still.
“You know what I am going to do, don’t you, Eliza?”
“Please, no, let me go.”
He chuckled in a mad, Dr. Evil kind of way. “Oh, but you don’t really mean that, do you?”
“Yes, yes I do, let me go. Please, I want to go home.”
He was silent for a long moment then whispered softly in my ear, “Do you need to say any words, honey?”
What? Does he think I am not having the time of my life? No way am I about to utter bloody Paddington Bear.
“No, no. Hest, just let me go. Let me go and I won’t tell my father about this. I promise.”
His voice was deep and gravelly when he spoke again, back in character. “Hah, I’m not scared of your father, and I’m not about to give up on you either, my love. I will tease you the way you have me, show you what you can have and then take it away.”
He rose up and dragged at my jeans and knickers. I arched my spine and stiffened my legs, not wanting to make his job of removing my socks and fixing my ankles to the bedposts any easier.
But my struggle was futile and even in the blackness he attached me quickly and efficiently. Tight material wound around my lower legs. It was impossible to tug them free or close them even a little. My pussy was exposed and vulnerable, just as Eliza’s had been. My arms were stretched high and taut, my back arched. An image of what I looked like filled my mind’s eye—naked and bound to a four-poster bed, my hair wild and messed up and my breasts heaving with each frantic breath.
Thank goodness the lights were off. I must look such a sight. Shane’s weight left the bed.
Brightness flooded the room.
Blinking rapidly, I gasped. There was no hiding now.
I looked down and spotted my stockings holding my ankles firm. Glancing up, I saw my new scarf wrapped tight around my wrists.
Shane stood at my side, half silhouetted by the light of the bedside lamp. He was still fully dressed. His hair was mussed and his chest rose quickly as he caught his breath. His gaze roamed my bound, exposed body as if he were a starving man looking at his favorite dinner.
If I could have moved I would have squirmed.
“Ah, my lovely Eliza, now you can have nothing unless I want you to have it.” He dragged his sweater over his head in a quick, smooth movement. “You’re mine to do with as I wish, and, sweetheart, I have lots I want to do with you.”
He bent and latched his hot mouth over my right nipple. I pulled at my restraints as he nibbled gently and swirled his tongue deliciously. This was exactly what it must have been like for Eliza, there was no control. Hest decided the next thing to do to her. The helplessness, the vulnerability, it was so huge, so trusting—but because I did trust Shane it was also laced with a wonderful sweet security. He’d only made me feel good and I trusted him to continue making me feel that way.
“Please no,” I murmured. “Hest, don’t do this to me, to us. It’s futile.”
He ignored me as he explored my body with his fingertips, feeling right up to my poor trapped wrists, down the inside of my arms, my underarm and to the outer edge of my breasts. It tickled and I shivered at the light caress. Then he touched both my nipples. Tugged, pinched, rolled and tweaked until I writhed with pleasure and gasped for more.
He kissed lower, leaving my breasts wet and cooling and my nipples sharp points of bliss. When I realized what treat was coming my spine bowed like a lusty feline. But of course I wasn’t coming. Hest hadn’t let Eliza climax, even though she’d cried out in desperation. Begged in all manner of ways. That was what was really waiting for me. A ride almost to heaven.
Shane didn’t need to spread my legs, they were already wide open. He swiftly settled between my thighs, parted my labia with his tongue and began to devour me as though my drenched pussy was the elixir of life itself.
“Eliza, you’re so damn ready for me,” he grunted, snuffling in deeper.
I bucked toward his face and cried out as he sucked my clit. Wet lapping sounds filled the room along with his groans of approval and my gasps of delight. He added his fingers to his tongue’s ministrations and entered me high and fast.
“Oh god, Hest, please,” I groaned, thrashing my head on the pillow and clamping my pussy around him. Nothing existed except the pleasure of being eaten out, worshipped, catapulted toward an almighty orgasm. I was almost there. My climax was a spring wound as tight as it could go. I was about to find my release—spectacularly.
Tearing open my eyes, I looked at his dark curls bobbing over my pussy and the tip of his nose buried in my pubic hair.
“Don’t, don’t stop.”
He lifted his head.
Instantly, I realized my mistake and groaned in desperate disappointment. He wiped his forearm over his shiny mouth and glared down at me.
“You gonna admit you love me?” he growled.
“No, no, I can’t because it’s not true, but oh, please, let me, let me come.”
“Tell me you love me.” He pitched forward and dropped his elbows on either side of my head. His breath smelled of my pussy. “Say you love me, Eliza, and I will make you the happiest, most satisfied woman in the entire world. Say you’ll be mine for all of time.”
Twisting away, I whimpered in frustration. I’d been so near to orgasm. How could he? Okay, we were playing a game, but seriously?
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