This week on #SatSpanks, there is an exclusive excerpt from my soon to be released co-write with Lily Harlem, Twisted, which will be released on July 21st, TOMORROW!! Be sure to #oneclick this book today so you can read it when it is released!!
“Sex between unmarried couples is illegal.” He trailed his lips up to her temple and spoke against her skin. “What we did in London, that would have us both arrested and locked up. The key thrown away.”
“It would?” What they’d done in London. Damn, she wanted more of that, now. But what was he saying? Was sex off the agenda? Had she come all this way for nothing?
“Luckily,” he went on, slipping his hand to her other breast. “We have more than one bedroom here, so we can stay under the premise of having separate rooms and all being perfectly decent.”
“And will we? Be perfectly decent, that is?”
“What do you think?”
“It wasn’t what I had in mind.”
“Me neither.” He released the top button of her blouse and slid his fingers beneath the material.
His flesh was warm on hers, his fingers big as they delved under the lace of her bra.
“Dimitri,” she gasped when he sought her nipple and tugged.
“Jenny. God, you’re so damn sexy.”
“But what about…? Should we go—?”
“It’s okay. I understand everything.”
“Yes.” He removed his fingers from her bra, tugged his hand from her blouse, and slid downward, to the waistband of her dark denims. “And I want you to trust me.”
She hesitated, then, “I do trust you.”
“Already?” A sliver of surprise edged into his tone.
“We’ve known each other for a while.”
“I suppose we have.” He released the top button on her jeans then drew down the zipper.
She trembled, curled her toes inside her shoes, and stared straight ahead at the view.
God, I love his hands on me.
“I need to touch you,” he said into her hair. “Feel you again.”
Oh and she loved this new side to him, this holding her tight and firm, taking what he wanted, being more dominant. “Yes. Touch me again.”
She gasped as he shoved at her denims, pushing them down to allow some give in the material. She wasn’t exposed, but he had access.
“Doing this” he said, his free hand coming up to her forehead and covering it. He forced her crown to the crook of his neck and held her there. “Would have us arrested.”
“Is it really so bad?” She widened her stance. Needing his fingers on her, in her. Getting arrested was the last thing on her mind.
“Tell me, does it feel bad? Criminally bad?”
“No.” She moaned as he maneuvered beneath the waistband of her panties. “Not at all.”
“So it feels good?”
“Yes. Oh, Dimitri, I wanted this again, with you…so much.”
“And…” he said softly.“Tell me…” He sought out her clit and rubbed the pads of his fingers over it. “Tell me what else you wanted from me that night in London.”
“Mmmm… I wanted to feel you let go, give in to your lust and just take me, wild and full of passion.”
There, she’d said it. Told him what she’d wanted. Put it on the table. He didn’t have to be a perfect gentleman in the bedroom, she didn’t need that. She needed a man to push her boundaries, help her learn about all the nuances in her desires and be comfortable enough with himself to give in to his animal urges.
“A bit like the heat, you think you can handle my lust?” He slipped through her soft folds and circled her entrance. “Handle me if I go ahead and take what I want?”
“Oh, fuck…” She grasped his wrist, digging in her fingertips.
He chuckled. “Plenty of time for that. Right now you get this, and we’ll see how well you cope.”
He pushed into her, two fingers, thick and long.
She sagged against him, her pussy dampening and easing his way.
“Damn, you’re hot and tight,” he muttered. “Lucky bastard.”
She trembled and clenched around him. “What?”
“Er, I’m a lucky bastard. To have you.” He withdrew then pumped back in. Setting up a rhythm and hand-fucking her.
Her knees weakened, and she was glad he had her clamped to his body. She didn’t trust herself to stay standing. It felt so damn good to be at his mercy this way. They hadn’t even gotten upstairs. The bedroom wasn’t part of the equation, and here he was, driving her to a climax.
“You’re perfect, you know that?” he whispered, his voice a little hoarse, as though excitement was stealing some of his breath.
“You want more?”
“Yes, oh yes…please.”
“Because you said please, you can have more.” His palm caught on her clitoris, stimulating it with each jab of his fingers.
“Oh God,” she gasped, locking her knees.
“You’re going to come soon,” he said, his lips on her hair once more. “And your pussy will grip my fingers, your arousal will slick over my palm. And out there”—he paused—“are people, going about their business in offices, houses, boats, and helicopters. People who if they had binoculars could see you right now.”
“Fuck.” She clamped her thighs together. What was he saying? That she could be arrested, thrown in jail?
“But none of that matters, my sweet Jenny, because you trust me, you trust my judgement that no one is watching, no harm will come to you if you surrender to my touch and take what you need.”
“Oh, I need… I need to…” She was wet now, wet and needy, the pressure growing fast in her clit. He was touching her just right, building her up so fast and in a way she’d hadn’t even dreamed a man could.
“That’s it, let it go, let everything go. I’ve got you,” he said.
“I’m going to…”
“Yes and while you do, know that I own you, you are mine. Mind, body, and soul, all fucking mine.” He clasped her closer, the length of his body firm on hers, a thick bulge pressing into the small of her back. “Come, let me feel you come.”
She was trapped, held hostage by him. Her head spun, her nerves were on fire. She may well have observers, with no faces and no names, out there in the distance, but she didn’t care. The only thing she cared about was Dimitri wringing this orgasm from her, pushing her into a spiral of bliss.
She held her breath, her ribcage swelling against his back. It was close, the pressure too big to contain.
The sound of his flesh rubbing on hers competed with the sound of her thudding pulse.
It was there. For a few sweeter than sweet seconds she was held in suspension, ecstasy ruling every sense, then she pounded into a wild orgasm. He didn’t let up, stayed with her, impaling her with his fingers.
“Dimitri!” she yelled, dragging her nails over his forearms. “Oh…please.”
“That’s it, let me own you,” he said into her ear. “All of you, and all of your pleasure.”
“Oh, don’t stop.”
He didn’t, fucking her with his fingers and dragging over her clit. She tried to raise her head, but he held it secure in the crook of his neck.
She was battling for breath, her throat tight, her legs weak.
“Ah, you’re so wet now, dripping for me and hugging my fingers. Sweet, sexy Jenny who has so many needs to be fulfilled.”