It seems like it’s been forever, but Sin’s Gift, the first in my new Shadowlands series, is finally releasing today!
Here’s a sexy excerpt to whet your appetites! Please remember this is unedited!
Note for Readers: You must be of legal age in your country of origin to read this excerpt.
Jake didn’t let her have any room to slam her door in his face. He skipped up the steps behind her and practically pushed her through the door. The urgency gripping his whole body had him on the verge of exploding.
She didn’t demur. Didn’t utter a single protest. She also didn’t look back at him as she headed to her bedroom. She undid her utility belt, drew her weapon from her holster and locked it in the safe under her bed. Then she stood and began to strip. First her uniform shirt, then the Kevlar vest. Her bra. She toed off her shoes and unbuttoned her pants. Only then did she glance up.
Horny as hell, the edgy anger that rippled through him was potent, explosive. He turned on his heel and stalked into her bathroom, bending to twist the faucet handle and start the shower.
No long leisurely bath. A shower, and she wouldn’t be taking it alone. He stripped, dropping his belt and clothing on the counter and stepped under the water, letting it sluice over the top of his head, hoping it would take the edge off-make him a little less dangerous.
When the curtain swung back and she stepped inside, his stomach sank. Anger flared in her gaze and her chin rose. This wasn’t going to be an easy reacquaintance on either of their parts. She was ready for a battle.
She reached for the shampoo bottle and turned away, ignoring him while she soaped her dark red hair.
Jake’s hungry gaze swept down her nude back, noting bluish bruises on her side and ass, along with admiring her lean, almost boyish figure. He lingered over her heart-shaped backside, wanting to reach over and cup each firm globe in his hands.
“Quit staring,” she said, not looking back.
“I’m not,” he lied, a smile quirking up one side of his mouth.
“I can feel it, crawling all over my ass.”
“Always loved that ass.”
“Yeah, well it isn’t yours anymore.”
“Then what are you doing here? With me?”
“It’s my goddamn shower.” She stuck her head under the water and long ropes of suds slid down her skin.
Jake began to relax a bit. The hard bite of her voice was all too familiar. God, the sex was gonna be great.
He reached over her shoulder, deliberately sliding along her skin and grabbed the soap from the tile dish.
Her back stiffened, and she slowly turned. Her chest rose twice, lifting her round tits. Then she placed her hands on either side of the stall and spread her legs shoulder-width apart. Just like old times. Her signal she wanted him to wash her down.
Jake ground his teeth, felt the flex of his jaw and the tightening of his shoulders, then went down on one knee in front of her. He rolled the bar of soap between his hands then dropped it on the floor of the tub and reached straight for her breasts.
Sin’s breath hissed between her teeth on a long indrawn breath, but her gaze locked with his. He rubbed his hands around her small, round breasts, careful not to touch her tender nipples, drawing out the moment because he feared she’d cut it short. Afraid she’d remember she had reasons to hate his guts.
She stared into his eyes, and slowly, her body softened, rocking slightly into his hands, urging him without words to touch her cinnamon-colored nipples.
He relented, gripping them between his slippery thumbs and fingers and tugged rhythmically. She had the most sensitive nipples, had nearly come a couple times when he’d plied them relentlessly.
Her lips opened around another indrawn breath. “Lower.”
Jake smoothed his hands down her sides, careful of the bruises, and along the front of her belly, slipping a fingertip into her belly button, before drawing away to soap his hands again.
When he looked back up, her lips trembled and she spread her legs a little wider.
Breaking with her gaze, he lifted his hands between her legs, staring as he worked the suds into her auburn thatch, then circled deeper, scraping his fingertips along her outer labia.
Her thighs began to quiver, and he didn’t hide his smile. He had her now. Her resentment was melting away, for now, beneath the quivering. The only time Sin didn’t like being in control was when desire rode her hard.
He swirled his soapy fingers along her slit, fingering between them, then thrust one digit up inside her.
“It’s okay, baby,” he murmured. “Everything’s okay.” He rinsed her with handfuls of water, then spread her lips and leaned close, nuzzling her sex with his nose and mouth, rubbing the coarse stubble sprouting on his cheeks and chin to chafe her tender flesh.
Her legs wobbled, and he urged her to drape a leg over one shoulder, then crouched lower and tilted his head to run his tongue along her seam, slipping between her folds to stroke inside, then curling his tongue upward to flick at her hooded clit.
Sin rocked forward and back, shuddering hard, and he rewarded her submission by thrusting two fingers inside her. He pulled up her folds to expose her reddening clit and latched his lips around it, sucking hard.
Her fingers clutched his head as she jerked against him, and he could feel how close she was. Her pussy clasped his fingers, and soft moans, one after the other, rose inside the shower, echoing around them.
As much as would have liked to finish her now, his balls ached; his cock was stiff and riding high. He gripped her hips, kissed her pussy and shoved upward. “Get to the bed,” he said, wincing at the harshness of his voice.
Sin didn’t hesitate, stepping over the rim of the tub and grabbing a towel which she used to blot her skin as she strode to her bed.
He didn’t bother taking the time to dry off, following on her heels, dragging away the towel, turning her and pushing her down on the mattress.
Sin scooted backward as he climbed over her, allowing her only enough room between their bodies to crawl to the center of the bed, then he lifted her legs, urging her thighs around his hips. His head dipped to capture her lips. He rooted at her sex with his cock until he found her entrance and slid into her hungry cunt.
Jake flung back his head, his eyes squeezing shut. “Jesus, fuck!”
He wanted to take her slow, wanted to make it last because he didn’t know whether she’d ever be weak again and need his brand of comfort.
But his body felt ready to explode. He glanced down, catching the glitter of tears in her eyes again. Damn, she never cried. He pulled out slowly then sank back inside, trying to savor the clasp of her cunt around his shaft, the silken texture of her inner walls. But it was too late. He was too far gone. He pulled out and slammed hard inside her, then did it again and again, until he bucked wildly against her, stroking deep and hard.
Not deep enough. He pressed her legs upward, slipping his arms under her knees and cramming the fronts of her thighs against her chest. He hammered at her cunt, but he wasn’t the only one unraveling.
Liquid spilled from deep inside her, washing him in welcome. He came so fast all he could do was clench his teeth and force his hips to keep rocking against her, until at last he felt the little convulsions that rippled up and down his cock, milking his cum.
When his arms began to shake, he let go of her thighs, allowing her to ease them down his sides.
He didn’t move off her, wasn’t giving her space to think about what just happened and decide to kick his ass to the floor. Instead he cupped her injured cheek and the top of her head and lay down on her, sliding his mouth over hers to keep her lips busy.
The way she kissed him back, slowly rocking her lips, her tongue lightly skimming his, felt a whole lot like she was memorizing the taste and feel. Like she expected this to be the last time. Again.
And while he knew it would be better for both of them, he thought he just might want to die rather than walk away again. So he broke the kiss, pushed his softening cock deeper into her and leaned on his elbows to look into her face. “I don’t wanna talk.”
“I don’t want us to say things we’ll want to take back. Not tonight.”
“You want to pretend?”
“I want to stay with you.”
“What’s the matter? Haven’t gotten any lately?”
“You’re starting,” he warned.
Sin huffed out a breath. “All right. So maybe I haven’t gotten any lately either.”
“So we’re agreed. No talking.”
“What if one of us needs to give a little direction?”
His mouth curved. “Now, O’Rourke, you know there’s only one person who gives the orders in this bed.”
He tilted his head. “Do you want to be in charge?”
She wrinkled her nose at him. “Not really.”
“Didn’t think so.”
“So, what do you have in mind?”
“Spirit’s willing, but someone needs a little rest.”
“Gonna take a nap?”
“No, I need a little nourishment.”
“Oh.” A sexy smile stretched her lips. “I’m a little hungry too.”
“That settles it.” He pulled out of her. “I’m hungrier. I’ll start eating first.”
“Always thinking of yourself,” she teased, but raised an arm to rest her head on as he slid a pillow beneath her butt and rearranged her legs, opening them wide. When he knelt between them, her chest began to rise and fall a little faster.
“Always liked this view,” he said, his voice deepening with pleasure. He bent low over her pussy and spread her lips. “Like it even better when you’re a little swollen, like now. Means I’ve been doing it right.”
“Always looking for a little praise. What’s the matter, your teacher never gave you gold stars?”
“Don’t need any damn gold stars. Time to shut up.” He pulled her knees up and forced them wide. Her folds parted, exposing her entrance. “Still have that little vibrator I gave you?”
“Jesus,” she whispered.