Meet Rebecca Goings, Author of the B. E. A. S. T. Series
It took me a few years to follow through on the promise of this book, but I guarantee you it's well worth the wait! This book is my favorite of the bunch, not because it's the most recent book, but because I believe it's the most well-written. In my years off from the BEAST series, I've learned a lot. I've dabbled in erotic romance, I've upped the ante with regards to emotions and tugging on heartstrings. Therefore, it's definitely the hottest book in the series, as well as the most emotional. If this book doesn't move you -- then you're DEAD! Heheheh...
Without further adieu, I give you an exclusive sneak peek HOT excerpt. Enjoy it!
He took the stairs two at a time, forcing her to do the same. When she got to the top, she was breathless.
Before she could finish her sentence, he pulled her into his room, slammed the door and shoved her against it. His mouth claimed hers, devouring her whole. Robyn gasped loudly and Mac took advantage, plunging his tongue deep while pressing against her.
His hands raced up the sides of her bathing suit to the shoulderstraps, where he hooked his fingers and yanked none-too-gently. The sound of ripping fabric filled the room, and Robyn drew back, staring at him with surprise.
“I’ll buy Marlie a new one,” he said, unrepentant as he continued to rip the garment.
As soon as her breasts were free, he didn’t bother peeling off the rest of her suit before he knelt in front of her and pounced, filling his mouth with her nipple. Robyn couldn’t do much more than thread her fingers through his hair and toss her head back, suddenly on fire from his sensual attack. He’d waited far too long to be stopped now. He had claimed her to the others, and now he meant to do it in truth. Robyn’s heart kicked into overdrive. With every beat, her memory fluttered, and she tried like mad to grasp it.
But his hand rose to palm her other breast, tweaking her nipple before suckling that one as well, making it impossible to concentrate on anything but him.
He stood suddenly, then picked her up and strode to the bed. His arms were gone and she fell to the mattress with a shriek, but he was right there on top of her, pressing her back, kissing her senseless. Every breath was him, every movement, every feeling. Robyn’s entire world was Mackenzie Bishop, and she held him as if her life depended on it.
In a way, it did.
She undulated against his body, she couldn’t help it. She needed to feel his skin against hers and could only assume he felt the same. He ripped out of his shirt, pulling away only to tear it over his head before his warmth was back, heating her to the bone.
The moment her breasts rubbed his chest hair, she kissed him savagely. Her tongue stabbed into his mouth, demanding his surrender, yet he wouldn’t give it. He was waging his own assault, tugging, teasing, driving her wild with the need to feel him between her legs.
“Touch me,” she whispered, trailing kisses down his neck. “Please.”
Mac didn’t say a word, he merely complied, taking his hand and rubbing her through the crotch of the swimsuit.
The contact was electrifying. Up and down he went, making her wish she was naked, yet not willing to part from him to undress fully. Not now, not yet.
She spread her legs wider, asking for more.
“If I don’t get inside you I think I might die.”
His words made her look into his face. Twin flames greeted her in his gaze as his eyes flashed gold. The grin he gave her had her shuddering beneath him, knowing damn well her own eyes flashed right back at him. She could feel it, the familiar itching that accompanied the need to shift. But shifting was far from her mind. Right now, all she wanted was him.
“Don’t stop what you’re doing. Not yet.”
His hand still stroked her, finding a rhythm against the sway of her hips.
“You like it when I touch you?”
Robyn closed her eyes. She was close. So close.