Hard Ridin’ by Em Petrova
Country Fever Series
Blurb:
One man by day, the other by night. With cowboys this hot, who needs
sleep? Eight months after her lover, Holden, went off to join the Alaskan fishing fleet,
Behind her affection for Jens, though she hides a secret: she still aches for Holden. If Jens knew she once loved his best friend, she fears he’ll walk out on her, too.
When Holden returns to find his girl in Jens’s arms, he’s nearly crippled with jealous rage. And with fear that she’ll run away from them both unless they figure out a solution—fast. It’s Jens who comes up with the crazy-hot idea to share her.
As their three-way dance of seduction heats up, the sexual and emotional barriers fall like dominos. But now it’s Jens who’s holding onto a secret. One that could not only destroy their tenuous bond, but leave them all without a home.
Warning: Contains two sexy cowboys who want the same woman; and, in winning her heart, they discover a steaming-hot attraction for each other.
EXCERPT rated ADULT:
He kicked in her bedroom door and it struck something inside. He
nudged it with his hip, and she released a giggle. “What in hell is that?”
“Stuff.”
“Ooo-kay.” He put his muscle into it and pressed the door wide
enough to squeeze through with her in his arms. The soft light from the tall
windows on the west-facing wall tumbled over the room. He narrowed his gaze at
the heaps, lumps and towers that rose up out of the darkness.
“Laurel
She extended a hand and pointed to the far wall. He picked his way
across the room, avoiding the landmines of clothes, shoes and God knew whatever
else. The bed was free of clutter, though, and that was all that mattered.
“Sorry.” She buried her face against his throat and vibrated with
laughter.
“You and me are gonna have a talk about why one woman would need
this much stuff.”
“All right, but only after you’ve peeled me off the ceiling.”
He moaned, white-hot coals scorching his belly. His balls clenched
up tight and ached for release. Tenderly, he tipped her onto the bed and pinned
her to the mattress with his body.
She wriggled under him seductively, rolling her hips and arching
her breasts upward. For a moment, he simply hovered over her, enjoying the feel
of her body beneath his. The furthest they’d gotten were several drunk-on-lust
make-out sessions, which always took place on the sofa or in his truck. Once
he’d caught her against the barn, and she’d allowed him to delve a hand into
her panties and feel her soaking, hot pussy, but before he could even finger
her to completion, she’d stopped him.
Later, he’d gone home with her scents on his hand and smelled each
digit while stroking his cock. He wanted more of that. Craved it. Her scent,
her taste. It had become an obsession with him over the past month. Now he was
oh, so close.
“Don’t push me away, darlin’.”
“No.” The word was a heated rasp.
Without warning, he claimed her mouth. Crushing her lips beneath
his, rubbing his freshly shaven jaw over her silky flesh as he tangled his
tongue with hers. Her personal musk filtered into his head along with some
sugary drink she’d had earlier. He stroked the interior of her mouth, tasting
her tongue, walls, lips, teeth. When he flicked the tip of his tongue against
the roof of her mouth, she issued a harsh moan.
Tearing away, he panted for control, fighting the need to tear off
their clothes and pound into her tight little body until he spurted his
release. But he had to make this good—keep her coming back for more. And he’d
possessed far too many dreams of this moment to dash it all away for an orgasm.
Gently, he ran his hands down her sides and encircled her wrists.
“I want to hold your arms down while I lick your breasts. Will you let me do
that?”
She made a soft noise like a sob or gasp. “Yes.”
A grin stretched the corner of his mouth upward. Her eyes
glittered in the moonlight and her dark hair was an inky blot around the pale
oval of her face. Holding her gaze, Jens knelt between her thighs. He caught
the hem of her soft cotton shirt and tugged it up, trailing his fingers over
the sliver of flesh he’d created. That band of skin threatened to undo him.
He ground his molars and fought to keep from coming in his pants
like a teenage boy. Inch by inch, he exposed her. When he reached her breasts,
he found them bare. He skimmed the undersides, aware of how rough his fingers
must have been on her delicate skin.
She tossed her head back and pinched her eyes shut as he worked
over the curves, purposely avoiding her nipples. Pulling her shirt over her
head, he bit off a growl as her full breasts bounced.
“Damn, Laurel
His cock throbbed painfully.
She gazed up at him, eyes aglow. “Touch me, Jens. I need you.”
He didn’t need more invitation. Hovering over her, he captured her
lips, sucking and drawing on her tongue until she writhed. She raked her nails
lightly over his shoulders, grasping at his shirt as he moved down to her
throat.
Countless minutes had been spent worshipping the column of her
throat and he knew exactly where to put his mouth to pull the biggest cries
from her. Her whole body moved beneath him, hips bucking, breasts heaving,
belly dipping. He kissed a blazing path down her throat to her collarbones,
then lower to the valley between her breasts, holding her hands down as
promised.
Her breath washed over his hair. Sticking out his tongue, he
traced her cleavage, and then bathed the undersides of her breasts. Using quick
strokes, he circled each, still avoiding the two straining buds.
“Jens…”
“Mmm?”
“You’re killing me.”
“Mmm-hmm. I’m going to push you a lot further before dawn lights
that sky, baby.” He sealed his promise by covering one rosy nipple with his
mouth.
“Ahh!” She jerked and twitched. He tormented the bud, licking,
nipping, lapping, sucking. She came off the bed, and he lashed her to him,
skimming her warm flesh with his palms.
Turning to the other nipple, he stole a peek at her face. Her eyes
were closed, her mouth a silent O of bliss. The need inside him blazed out of
control.
Again, he gently grasped her wrists and locked them to the
mattress. Her eyes popped open. “Tell me when you need to stop. Give me a safe
word.”
She obviously spewed the first thing that jumped into her head.
“Peat moss.”
He folded in half, convulsing with laughter. “Laurel, you’re
perfect for me.” With that, he returned to her breasts. Alternating between
long, slow strokes and faster ones, he varied the pressure. From hard to light
and from biting to barely breathing on her peaked skin.
She twisted her wrists under his hands, straining to touch him. He
continued to torment her. When he left her bed, she was damn well going to feel
it. Every inch of her body would remember him.
And she wasn’t
going to be able to walk either.
http://www.amazon.com/Hard-Ridin-Country-Fever-ebook/dp/B00AMIIFQQ/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1358089062&sr=1-1&keywords=hard+ridin
Em Petrova
Twitter: @empetrova
bio: Em Petrova lives in backwoods Pennsylvania, where
she raises four kids and a Labradoodle puppy named Daisy Hasselhoff and pays
too damn much for utilities. She loves to write gritty characters with lots of
heart and is well-known for scorching, panty-soaking erotic romance.
No comments:
Post a Comment