Grant
you, this fourth excerpt is as close to sex as they get without
actually going all the way. But it still falls into the Sexy Without the Sex
category.
Teague
McMurtry has recently mustered out of the Army. He's glad to be home
and pursuing his college degree and working his landscaping business.
One day, completely by accident, his life takes a turn. He meets the
beautiful and exciting Vivica Rambo and manages to mark himself for
death--all in the same day! Boy, is he good or what?
Their
relationship progresses quickly, but is overshadowed by Vivica's
brother Randy--the psychotic leader of a dangerous biker group.
Teague doesn't realize quite how bad things are until he and Vivica
are alone.
She
clung to him desperately. He held her, stroking her hair, rubbing her
back, talking softly. Soon, she raised her face, her lips tickling
his chin. Always one to oblige a beautiful woman, he lowered his face
to hers, teasing her lips with his. She opened her mouth, eating at
his with a passion he'd never had from any woman before.
He
wanted to take her hard and fast, immediately. Instead, he made
himself move slowly, allowing her to set their pace. He hoped this
amazing kissing session would lead to the obvious, inevitable, hot,
sweaty conclusion. Considering his luck lately, he tried not to hope
too much, afraid of disappointment.
When
her hand drifted down his chest, to the top of his pants, then to his
lap, he gasped. Tongues of fire followed her fingers as they caressed
his throbbing penis. His grip on her shoulders tightened as she
loomed over him, pressing her chest on his. Her lips moved to his
throat, her tongue flickering across his Adam's apple in an erotic
dance that added to the fire burning inside him. He couldn't think,
he could hardly breathe.
His
hands moved of their own accord, fondling her luscious body as he
pulled her top out of her jeans. She was making him crazy, kneading
his erection with her fingers, rubbing with her palm, as he struggled
to get under her top. One side of her blouse was finally free. His
fingers crept under, sliding up to tease her nipple with his thumb.
Vivica
moaned, writhing on top of him. Her hand was still on his zipper,
fumbling now with the button at the waistband. That was something he
could do one handed. He undid his fly for her and her long, sensuous
fingers found the opening. She smiled with pleasure when she felt how
hard and big he was. The look on her face was like a kid that gets
the best toy in the neighborhood for Christmas—smug satisfaction.
He
wanted to talk, to ask her if this was really want she wanted, but
his mouth couldn't form the words. Her actions made it impossible for
him to think, let alone talk. Frustrated by her clothing, he got up,
pulling her top with both hands. Vivica laughed at him, sitting up,
her chest nearly in his face. She wiggled around, pulling the blouse
over her head. Her breasts jiggled invitingly over the top of her
black, lacy bra.
Who
was he to say no to such an invitation? He lowered his head, allowing
his tongue to trace the line of her cleavage as his hands massaged
the sides and nipples. Laughing seductively, Vivica undid her bra.
Her breasts sprang at him, released from their lacy prison.
Teague's
shirt was off, his pants open. Her jeans kept them apart. He felt
compelled to rid her of such a tight, unyielding object. That piece
of fabric was keeping him from paradise and he'd had enough of
waiting. Placing one knee on the couch, he knelt over her, attacking
the zipper like a mathematical equation. While he worked, she pushed
his jeans lower, massaging his buttocks with her fingers before
tickling his ass and thighs.
It
took longer than he anticipated, but he finally had her out of her
jeans and in her skimpy black panties. Her belly was flat, her hips
flared, tapering to firm thighs and trim ankles. True, he wasn't
interested in the shape and trimness of her ankles, but he noticed it
in passing as he pulled off her pants.
Growling
with anticipation, he grabbed her to him, attacking her neck and
breasts with renewed vigor. She demanded his lips on hers once more,
yanking on his boxers, trying to free the beast. He flung her panties
across the room, ready to divest himself of his underwear, when there
was a tentative knock on the front door.
Vivica
screamed, pulling the afghan from the back of the couch, covering
herself. Teague realized he was standing in his living room with his
dwindling erection hanging out the top of his pants, feeling like an
idiot. He pulled his underwear up disconsolately. The tapping
continued.
"I
hope this is important!" He bellowed, jerking the door open.
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2 comments:
Tease!!!
Of course! I'm going to snag a scene from Conduct Unbecoming and post it too, just to rub salt in the wound. :P
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