With just over three weeks to the release of my next novel, Paying The Piper, I thought I would give you guys a quick reminder of the blurb and a sneak peek at an excerpt. Don't forget I am off on a busy blog tour promoting this book throughout September and would love to see some familiar faces popping in - as soon as I have a definitive list, I will post it right here!
He swallowed any more of her words with his open mouth as he crushed his lips to hers. Her mouth was warm and soft, open and ready. He had no need to seek her tongue, for hers immediately pressed eagerly against his as her hands clutched his biceps. He wanted to taste her so badly he found it hard not to push her back on the desk and feed on the entire length of her body. She whimpered as she scored her fingers up over his shoulders and into the hair at the nape of his neck. He held her tighter.
A distant part of his brain told him to stop right now before this madness went any further. Yet a more prominent part told him to take more of her while he could. So he didn’t walk away and he didn’t loosen his grip. Instead he moved his mouth from hers and dropped to the sexy curve of her neck she so helpfully tipped back, allowing him access. He held her waist in his hands as he made a slow path down the smooth, sexy column of her throat to her collarbone. She smelled of something musky, flowery, erotic. He breathed her in.
“Grace.” He murmured her name without thinking.
He trailed the delicious path toward the vee of her top and the soft curve of her breast. He bit and teased the hard nub of her nipple through the silky material of her blouse and the lace of her bra before pulling back and looking at her face.
Her eyes were half-closed, the pupils dilated with unmistakable yearning. Whether consciously or unconsciously, her gaze left his and went straight to his fly. She licked her lips.
“Don’t you dare stop what you so crudely started,” she whispered.
She stood, gripped the front of his shirt and mashed her lips so hard against his their teeth knocked together. The kiss lasted less than a couple of seconds before she turned and hurriedly gathered the papers covering the surface of her desk and threw them into her top tray.
She turned to face him. “Are you going to lock the door or shall I?”
He smiled. “Why don’t we leave it as it is? It’ll add to the fun.”
Her grin was sexily impish, and sent his pulse rocketing. He had to have her. Right there, right then. He grabbed her wrist, propelling her back into his arms. His mouth sought hers as if she were a fountain and he was dying of thirst. Lifting his hand between them, Jimmy opened the buttons of her blouse before sliding his hand around the back and flicking open her bra.
She giggled. “I’m guessing you’ve done that before.”
He met her gaze, smiled. “Once or twice.”
Circling her slender waist in his hands, he lifted her onto the desk so she was balanced on the edge. He forced himself to slow down. He wanted to see her, remember her. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes wild and her breathing as erratic as his own. He took a breath.
This was one of those moments that would never happen again. He must savor every minute, be completely and utterly present in each second of it. Tattoo it permanently on his brain where every smell, sound and touch of her skin would remain as brightly drawn, and crystal clear as it was then.
“You’re beautiful, Grace Butler,” he murmured. “Truly, truly beautiful.”