I just saw that GIMME SOME SUGAR is *still* climbing the Amazon list! Its #731 (I KNOW!) I owe it all to you amazing readers! In case youre still on the fence...another steamy peek at Carly and Jackson! Things are getting hot in the kitchen...literally! “When was the last time someone fed you rather than the other way around?” “I don’t know.” Carly’s words escaped her on a murmur barely louder than a whisper. The innuendo threaded through the air like a provocative suggestion, so heady that Jackson could imagine its flavor in his mouth, so seductively good that he wanted Carly to taste it too. She looked up at him, her pretty brown eyes brimming not just with want, but with need. This woman was starving for something, and he wanted to give it to her. “That hardly seems fair. Maybe we should fix it.” Jackson closed the space between them with a bold step, guiding her back against the refrigerator, so close he could feel the hot exhale of her breath as she released it on a sigh. “How…how would we do that?” Carly pressed her palms against his chest, sending a shot of lusty energy all the way through him. He lowered his mouth to her upturned face, brushing his lips along her jaw and down to the sweet skin of her neck. “Do you want me to show you?” He pulled back to look at her, putting the slightest space between them even though his body screamed in protest. No matter how badly he wanted her, he wasn’t about to start something she didn’t want him to finish. Carly stared up at him, her gaze dark and unwavering, as she whispered her reply. “Yes.” In one swift move, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, lifting up to meet his mouth with hers. Jackson responded with seamless ease, parting her soft lips as he kissed her, teasing her tongue with light, tentative strokes. Carly arched up into him, wordlessly demanding more, and it forced a groan from his chest. “If you keep that up, your kitchen’s never going to be the same.” He cupped the back of her neck to expose the golden-brown curve of skin leading down to her shoulder. “I do my best work in the kitchen.” The rasp of her voice, thick with desire, and the suggestion that went with it made Jackson bite down on his lip to keep from ravishing her right there against the appliances. He dug deep, steadying his breath with considerable effort. “The bedroom might be better suited for what I’ve got in mind. You asked me to give you the whole experience, and that’s exactly what you’re going to get.”
Posted on: Wed, 04 Jun 2014 01:19:55 +0000
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