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Wednesday, 10 July 2013

Hot Hump Day Excerpt: Seven Dirty Words by Charlotte Howard

Yes, it's that day of the week again where we treat you to a smokin' sample of something delicious. Thank you to Charlotte for this awesome excerpt!
We were alone. My back was against the cold mirrored wall, a golden rail pressing above my hips. TDS turned on me. His head dipped to my neck. A finger moved the stray hairs as he sucked gently on my skin, like a vampire testing the sensitivities before taking that all-consuming bite. Immediately I fell apart in his grasp. Both hands swept down to my buttocks, hitching me until I was perched on the gold rail. He held me still as his lips fell to my cleavage, lapping up the taste of my skin and perfume.
This was not what I had wanted, was it? I couldn’t think straight. Emotions toiled inside me like a ferocious whirlpool, as this man managed to seduce me without trying. His fingertips brushed against the bare skin below the hem of my skirt, sending bolts of electricity and heat soaring up between my legs.
Fingers began to creep beneath the stiff fabric of my skirt, stopping halfway up my thigh. Palms smoothed over my skin, causing every last nerve ending to pay attention to his touch. I threw my head back, allowing his mouth access to my throat and d├ęcolletage.
Disappointment settled in as the ping of the lift announced our arrival to his floor. I barely remember him pulling me towards the door, fishing out his key, and dragging me inside. My mind was still trying to digest the fast movements in the confined cage of the elevator.
Once in the room, he made short work of taking me into the sunken lounge area. The blinds and curtains were open, allowing the world to view our sordid pleasures. Later I would be grateful that the only
voyeurs had been trees, grass, and woodland life.
We didn’t speak as he span me into his arms, my back arching over the spine of the sofa. His hands gripped into the headrest as he kissed me hard. He pressed into me, and I could feel his erection, as hard as the marble floor beneath my heels. I gasped loudly as he dug it into my belly, groaning with delight, tasting my surface.
A hand reached between us, expertly slipping the buttons of my blouse loose before cupping my breast in its fine lace bra. Thumb and forefinger teased at me, and I responded proudly. His mouth trailed up my neck before teeth tugged on my lobe, a tongue playing with the gold ring in my ear. His voice was breathless and heavy. “I’m going to fuck you tonight, Paige.”
I swallowed hard, gulping at the intent of his words. I was sure that listening to him alone could bring me close to the edge, if not falling over it helplessly.
His hands on my hips, he twisted me around so that I was overlooking the nighttime vista. I gripped into the headrest of the sofa, my fingers biting into the soft cushions as he moved my hair over my left shoulder, dipping his mouth to the arch of my neck. He nibbled lightly at the tender skin. I forced my pelvis back, my buttocks meeting with his firm member.
His hands moved gently over my hips until his palm was flattened against my bottom. He swatted me playfully but sharply, forcing an urgent gasp up and out of my lungs. He repeated those words again, but this time with more severity. TDS wanted me to beg for him, but I wasn’t giving him that pleasure. Fingers moved over the fabric of my skirt, stroking the curve of my buttocks before tapping the cheeks softer this time.
“I want you to give in to me, Paige,” he hissed.
I leant forward over the sofa, as much as I could. Fingers danced down my spine, sending shivers of anticipation through me. He reached the belt of my skirt, tugging the rest of my blouse shirt free. I shrugged it over my arms, and he delved for the clasp of my bra, releasing me.
My skirt was hitched up over my hips as he moved my pants aside, feeling me ready for him. I heard the zip of his trousers, heard that familiar rip of foil before he reached forward and grabbed a handful of my breast as he slid inside me.
I groaned with pressure, circling my hips against him as he throbbed, filling me completely. A hand fell to my backside and spanked it, hard. I yelped with pleasure as he pushed further into me. The other hand groped wildly, pinching my nipple as he continued to press me. The hand moved to the nape of my neck, massaging at the tender flesh before clutching a handful of thick mane. I let out a shout, but it wasn’t anything close to pain that surged through me like a tidal wave of pure rapture.
Both hands gripped around my hips. He pulled me back into him, moaning as he found his release. My muscles tensed around him, squeezing out his climax and my own before he relaxed and pulled away. He trailed his fingers down my shivering spine before spanking me once more.
“That was your appetizer. I want you in my bed now,” he growled, leaving me in a state of half-undress.
Paige Holmes hides herself in a masculine world in a desperate attempt to remain safe. Just as she is ready to face her fears and her past, she finds herself torn between Matt Jackson and Vance Ellery: handsome, rich, and safe – or handsome, rich, and dangerous? Which will she choose? The one who appears to be the most perfect, or the one who makes her use all Seven Dirty Words?
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