Sex scene Saturday : TWO.

For the rest of the month I’ll be participating in Sex Scene Saturday with a lovely group of ladies. So hop on in, read my scene and hop on to the next blog for some more sexy times. This one…it’s a bit different as well…last week was hot smolder…this week is a little sweeter. Next week..well. We’ll see. Perhaps cast your vote in the comments section. Spicy Rake? Sweet Submission? You let me know what you want.

Check out the first one HERE.

EXCERPT:

She smiled and reached for his hand, but he pulled away as though he were ice, and she fire.

This was a mistake. “We really shouldn’t—” He started. But then she pleaded with her eyes. “It…isn’t proper,” he said nervously, trying to deflect her questioning glance, even though he desperately wanted to talk with her. She took a step toward him and he backed away a pace. She stopped and looked at him, shaking her head, then pushed her lip out in a pout. That was another mistake, he thought with a sigh.

She held her hand out to him and he winced as he yielded, placing his in hers, feeling the cool touch on his heated palm.

He breathed deeply and she moved to stand beside him.

She held his hand up in front of them like a blackboard and traced the letter A into his palm.

His breath caught, a shiver coursing his spine from the tingle her small finger caused, tracing over his skin.

She then made the sign for the letter A.

His mouth turned up at the corner in understanding. Then he lifted his other hand and signed the letter A in return.

She smiled her broad smile and they went on exchanging the written letters of the alphabet for the silent ones until Francine, with a mischievous grin, decided to quiz him and spelled a word.

“Francine.”

A giant grin brightened her face and she jumped at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him on the cheek. The movement startled him and he stumbled back from the force of her crashing against him, coming up against the high edge of the fountain, his arms flung wide.

She let go, sliding down, but he caught her up against his chest with one hand spread at the small of her back, not letting her move. Her body was drawn taut against his, her toes barely touching the ground between his feet, his strong thighs embracing her soft ones.

She spelled a second word.

His composure shattered. “Gideon,” he ground out in a throaty whisper.

She looked up into his face and this time, her breath caught.

The quiet sound was his undoing and he raised his hand to the back of her neck, placing his thumb at the hollow below her ear as he slowly lowered his mouth to hers, covering her sweet, soft lips with his own. He kissed and nibbled, making her gasp. The moment her mouth opened he took advantage, tasting her, dipping his tongue gently.

He stroked her jaw with his thumb from her ear to chin, urging her mouth to open wider for him. Desperately in need, he delved further, searching for the spring that fed her sweetness. She sighed into his mouth, driving his heartbeat faster and harder.

His hand moved from the small of her back to the cleft between her shoulder blades, feeling the shudder travel her spine in his wake. He bent his knees, allowing her to catch her feet on the ground, and he curved his back, giving his arms more length to surround and envelop her.

Her hands fell from his neck, down his back, and across the breadth of his muscles. He felt them respond to her: tightening, strengthening, stretching, and rolling beneath his skin. Her hands fluttered to his waist and he straightened as the heat of her palms sank through his shirt, into his sides.

He broke away with a guttural moan. His head fell back as he pulled her hips to him tightly, his manhood pushing against her belly. She wriggled and he hissed in a breath, gazing down at her through the veil of his thick eyelashes, trying to control his rampant passion.

“Don’t.” He held her hips firmly, trying to stop her wiggling. “Stop moving, or neither of us will make it out of this maze anytime soon,” he said gruffly.

Her skin flushed, a heated blush rolling from her toes to the top of her head. He couldn’t bring himself to release her as the heat soaked into his hands.

“Just a moment, I—” He broke off, gasping for air. He looked into her eyes and watched the fever of her blush blossoming over her face, forcing another rush of blood toward his groin.

***

Francine froze, her arms held between their chests. His eyes smoldered, like the ebb of a fire. Her hips were still pulled solidly against him, and she could feel his turgid shaft against her. Her eyes grew wider as she felt it move against her belly and she drew in a breath as their bodies melded. She let it out slowly, hoping that the wild beating of her heart would never subside, and she sank into the feeling.

“Just…let me,” he whispered again, lowering his head over hers and sliding his other hand around her waist, effectively melting her nerves and removing the last of her inhibitions. He held her fast against his muscular form as his mouth met hers again and she fell against him, her hands pressing into his chest while her knees went weak.

“Oh my,” she breathed against his lips, without a sound.

He laughed, sobered by her enervation. He leaned more comfortably against the fountain, pushing one of his thickly muscled thighs between her legs. He had one arm wrapped around her waist and he smoothed the other hand up her abdomen, resting it against her rib cage just below her breast. He was telling himself he shouldn’t, but his hand wasn’t listening, and neither was she.

BLURB:

A woman out of time.

A man stifled by propriety.

A nemesis determined to take her away.

A brother to the rescue.

How will a powerful Duke deal with a woman who doesn’t know her place? How will a woman used to the 21st century survive in time where she is considered property?

THE RAKE AND THE RECLUSE Part one brings Francine to the world of the Duke of Roxleigh, clashing worlds in first installment of the completely revised novel, with all new material.

Francine Larrabee woke up on the wrong side of the century. She was fairly certain she went to sleep in her own comfy bed, but she doesn’t quite seem to be there now. Only adding to her problems is that she has no voice, is constantly being glowered at by a large, stunning man who is obsessed with propriety, and she is apparently betrothed to another horrid little man, determined to ruin her, and any other girls that get in his way.

How does she find herself in the past, when she couldn’t even find herself in her present? How does a self sufficient businesswoman survive in a time when women were still considered property for the whole of their lives and what is she going to do with this man who draws her to him so fiercely.

Keep on hopping here:

JESSA SLADE

TINA FOLSOM

BOONE BRUX

STELLA PRICE

SASCHA ILLYVICH

This is an excerpt from FOUND : The Rake And the Recluse : Part Two Part one is free right now on Amazon, All Romance eBooks and iTunes, it’s also available at Barnes & Noble.

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