Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Mid Week Tease - You Taste Salty Sweet #MWTease

Welcome to Mid Week Tease, where my author friends and I post a little something from a WIP, flash fiction piece or from some of our published work for you, the readers. Thanks to fellow author Sandra Bunino for creating this weekly event.  

This week I wanted to show off my yummy new cover and a little somthin' from my upcoming August 22nd release, Confessions of a Chocoholic, a contemporary erotic romance which is part of the Romance on the Go line from Evernight Publishing


Like countless single mothers, Lexi Collins wears many hats. Loving daughter. Big sister. Sole breadwinner. Freelance photographer. Graphic designer. Best friend. But while those roles are fulfilling, the one thing that eludes her is finding the right partner in life.

When Colton Westmore, the sexy owner of the popular dating site, sweeps Lexi off her feet, her chances of finally grabbing that golden ring increases exponentially, but a bleached blonde bombshell threatens to put an end to Lexi’s new found happiness.

Are her assumptions about Colton wrong? And if so, there’s only one woman who can ruin the magic between them, and that woman is Lexi herself.

The lemonade stand was really an old-timey ice cream truck with and their slogan printed under the hatched opening in the side where a couple of ladies served drinks to the patrons lined up to buy them.
“All the proceeds made here today go to charity,” said Colton.
“Wow.” I squeezed his hand. “That’s an awesome thing to do.”
“We all have to do our part.”
“I wish everyone felt that way. If they did, the world would be a better place.”
“Follow me,” he said, tugging my hand.
“Wait.” I untangled my fingers from his and grabbed the Nikon hanging from my neck, put it to my eye, and took a picture of his venue. “I’m supposed to be covering the events and vendors here today.”
“So you’re on the job?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
“It’s break time.” He beckoned for me to tag along.
We walked around to the back of the truck, and kept on for a few more feet until we came to one of the roped off parking lots. Confused, I stared at a fancy travel camper. He went up the two steps, opened the door, and turned to look at me.
“It’s mine. A refuge from the heat and crowds. I bought it about a year ago to take on some of our company outings and charity fundraisers like this one today.”
Smiling, I went inside.
“This is very nice.” I ran my hand across the top of the camper’s version of a dining room table.
“It does the job,” he said, and opened the door on a mini frig. He snagged up two cans and gave me one. The cold felt wonderful, so I held the chilly aluminum to my overheated cheek. “Feel good?”
“Delightful,” I said with a contented sigh.
“I promised you a cold lemonade, and I delivered.”
I removed the cool can from my warm flesh and stared at it, chuckling. “Country Time Lemonade. You are a man of your word.”
“I try to be.” Colton took the few steps it required to cross the space, put his drink on the table behind me, and took the camera from around my neck. He placed it on the plush banquette tucked around the table. “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he said.
“You’ve been thinking about removing my camera?”
“No.” He dipped his head, and brushed his lips across mine in a whisper-soft touch. A burn started and seemed to smolder between my legs. “I’ve been thinking about tasting your lips.”
Unable to stop myself, I dropped my unopened can. It made a dull thud when it hit the floor beside me. I stood up on my tiptoes, wrapped my arms around his strong neck, and pressed my lips to his.
His large hand rested between my shoulder blades and the other on my lower back. I actually hated the shirt I had on. Even though it was lightweight, the barrier of the material kept me from feeling his flesh on mine. My thoughts quickly changed back to his tongue as it traced along the curve of my upper lip. He nibbled at me. His hand slipped up to the back of my moist neck. He twined his fingers into my curls and tugged gently at the base of my hair, pulling my head back. He kissed my jaw. My exposed throat. Nuzzled his nose in the hollow there.
“You taste salty sweet,” he said in a voice that tantalized.
Feeling lightheaded, I moaned when he did a combination of open mouth caresses and teeth-nibbles on my skin. But, when he swept his lips up to my ear and drew the fleshy lobe into his mouth, I wanted to crumple.
“That feels so good,” I said. I shuddered in his arms.
“You’re beautiful, Lex.” 
His warm breath gusting across my hot flesh and his words were enough to make chills ripple down my spine. 
I slid my hands along the back of his shirt, feeling the muscles I had to see. I tugged at the bottom, lifting. “Take this off,” I said in a breathless pant, throwing any pretense of caution to the wind.
Colton brought his head up from my neck. Without hesitation, he ripped the T-shirt from over his head and dropped it. Tanned skin, immense biceps, large pectorals with small, pebbled, copper-colored nipples, and a slab of abdominal muscles greeted me.
I reached for him and fingered the ripples on his stomach before I kissed his flesh, peppering his chest with hot kisses. When I flicked his nipple with my tongue, the muscles beneath my hand and mouth jumped. I lightly bit. He groaned and moved the hair from my face. I glanced up at him from beneath my lashes. He was looking at me with an intensity that shook me for a moment, but I didn’t have time to dwell upon the emotion because he picked me up and sat my backside down on the table. My legs dangled over the edge. My flip-flops took a nosedive.
“Are you sure you want this?” Colton asked.
“What if I said I never wanted anything more?”
He unbuttoned my shirt and folded back the cotton fabric. “What if I said, I know.” It wasn’t a question.
He stepped in between my legs and slipped the garment from my arms. My nipples poked against the lace of my bra. He took the material-covered tip into his mouth and tugged. I gripped the edge of the table. His finger ran under the strap on my shoulder.
“I need to take this off,” I said.
He stopped torturing me with his mouth, reached for the snap on the front of my bra, and with nimble fingers, flicked it. My breasts bounced out, free from their prison. He wasted no time touching me. Colton squeezed my boobs together, and licked the cleavage. I moaned and loosened the button on my capris. Unzipped. His quick hands grabbed my hips.
“Lift,” he said. I did. He quickly took them down my legs, dipped his hand into the waistband of my panties, and slid a finger between my feminine folds.
“God,” I uttered as he rubbed me and kissed his way down my neck. Collarbone. Chest. Took a needy nipple into his warm mouth. “Oh…” I muttered when he sucked. He totally knew what he was doing. “Harder.”
He obliged and tugged with his lips. Teeth. He briefly stopped and stared at me with a mixed expression of concentration and a splash of animalistic hunger before he kissed my stomach. I melted when he swirled his tongue into my belly button. 

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  1. Fun and sweet, sexy tease, London. :)

  2. Why did you stop there?!? Fab tease!

  3. I think I need a cold can of lemonade... ;-) Loved it!

  4. I forgot you were going to stop. Such a tease, London! Wowzers, that was hot. Just lovely. :)


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