Divine and Dateless
Good girls go to Heaven. Bad girls go all the way...
What can be worse than electrocuting yourself while getting ready for your Internet date? Realizing the hot stud you’ve been fondling is the grim reaper? Being chased by a sex-crazed bloated, naked corpse?
How about an eternity of more bad hair days and horrific dates? Or lusting after the one guy in all the afterlife whose hydrophobia rivals his fear of commitment?
Yeah, that’s a whole lot worse.
The rusty wheels churning in my brain came to a screeching halt. “Huh?”
He scooted over and pulled up his knee. A soft sigh escaped my lips as he grazed that sensitive juncture between my thighs. That’s when I realized my legs had somehow fallen open. Holy fuck! When did that happen? It was as if my inner-whore had taken over, robbing me of all sense of reason.
“We shared a kiss,” he said as he shifted his knee again, rubbing more moisture into my already soaking panties. “Do you want another?”
“Yes,” I rasped before jerking my head up. “No!” I shook my head. “I don’t know.”
What the hell was the matter with me? This hot stud so obviously wanted to fuck. I so obviously needed to fuck. I was a total idiot for turning him away.
Luckily for my starved libido, he wasn’t so easily deterred. “We’ll take it slow if you like,” he said as one corner of his mouth hitched up in an impossibly sexy grin.
“I’ll do anything you want, Ash.” His eyebrows dipped beneath the shadow of his thick hair as he clasped my hand in his. “Anything.”
When he brought my palm to his lips, trailing delicate kisses across my skin, I was done for. Sweet Hell on fire, I’d never been so turned on by a man before. Never.
The heat from his virile body encompassed me as he leaned closer. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I let his musky scent permeate my last thread of resistance and sink into my skin.
“Taste me,” he breathed against my lips.
And so I did, just one little nibble on his lower lip. Then another. When his tongue darted into my mouth, I opened to him, and he poured his warmth into me.
He tasted different than the first time we’d kissed, not bitter, not rough, but sweet, like chocolate cheesecake. Somewhere in the recesses of my hazy mind, I was reminded this man was not the same man I’d kissed earlier. This man was not even real, but hot damn, he sure was a fine kisser.
My legs spread like melted butter as his hand grazed inside of my thigh. I moaned into his mouth when he hitched up the flimsy fabric of my skirt and slipped a finger beneath the hem of my panties. He slid them off with ease, and I was vaguely aware of them falling to the floor. That’s when I wiggled my toes and felt nothing but air beneath me.
“We’re floating,” I gasped, reluctant though I was to break the kiss.
“It’s easier to undress you this way.” He slipped my little dress over my head before deftly unclasping my bra and tossing it to the floor. I was totally naked now, exposed and vulnerable, pinned beneath his big, virile body, floating somewhere under the rafters on a cloud of lust, and not caring one bit about my safety.
About the Author
Tara West writes books about dragons, witches, and handsome heroes while eating chocolate, lots and lots of chocolate. She's willing to share her dragons, witches and heroes. Keep your hands off her chocolate.
Tara West's young adult and new adult romances have been Kindle bestsellers. A former high school English teacher, Tara is now a full-time writer and graphic artist. She enjoys spending time with her family, interacting with her fans, and fishing the Texas coast.
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I have GOT to get my hands on a copy of this book! I love snarky humor. It's not very easy to pull off, either, so I know Ms. West must be talented...I have a new fave author!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Lori, and TY for posting. :)
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