EXCERPT FROM Living For The City by D.J. McLaurin, taken from the romance anthology: Signed, Sealed, Delivered ... Im Yours by the talented members of M-LAS As he pulled into his driveway, Kyle watched her bewilderment from his peripheral vision and smiled. “Cop my ass!” she spat the second he helped her from the passenger seat. Tenley gawked at the large colonial home. “You can’t afford a house like this on a cop’s salary!” she said, her voice more accusatory than anything. “Whose house is this?’ Kyle chuckled, hooking his arm under hers to move her up the path. “When my father passed, he left most of his property to my mom, but he left me this house—” “And a bunch of money to maintain it,” she added as they cleared the threshold. He only shrugged and disabled the alarm before extending his hand and giving her a quick tour of the place. After showing her room after palatial room—some with Peruvian walnut floors, others with African mahogany wood or downy soft carpeting—with grand staircases, floor-to-ceiling windows with panoramic views, and Russian marble fireplaces, Kyle led her into the Italian inspired kitchen and gestured to a stool placed at the counter.” Have a seat and let me take care of you.” Tenley ignored the stool and rolled up her sleeves. “My mother would kill me if she found out I accepted your hospitality and didn’t offer any assistance.” She sauntered over to the sink and washed her hands. “Besides, I like to know what goes into my food.” Genuinely taken aback, he pouted. “You think I’d do anything to hurt you?” Flashing him a sly smile, she replied, “You might, judging by the way you’re filling those jeans. I’m just particular about what I put in my mouth.” Struck dumb at this playful side of her, Kyle could only stare. Chuckling, Tenley held up the box of pasta that sat on the countertop and winked. “You want to show me where your pots are so that I can get things cooking?” Tenley boiled water for the pasta and tossed a salad while Kyle tackled lobsters and attended to his special sauce. Minutes later, with her sitting atop the marble kitchen counter, and him leaning against it, they ate cream cheese puffs and toasted each other over a glass of Riesling. Over dinner they talked at length about everything, from work to politics. Tenley slid from the counter and took a seat on a high back stool. “I was just beginning to think I knew you,” she said, surveying the room. “Now I look at this big old house, and I don’t know who the hell you really are.” Kyle picked up a napkin and dabbed at a speck of sauce on her lips. “It’s my inheritance,” he said, giving her lush lips a final swipe with his thumb. “My father married into wealth, but he taught me the value of satisfying, hard work. Money is just something we have. It doesn’t change who I am.” Suddenly, she was looking at him in a way that made him aware of every nerve in his body. “What do you feel about me, Tenley?” “I … well, I … Kyle…” she stammered, her bottom lip quivering in an obvious effort to backpedal now that things were heating up. “I’ve never met a woman like you,” he whispered. “You make me feel like all your problems are mine. I want to fix every damn one of them.” He moved in, settling in the space between her thighs. Those beautiful eyes of hers zoned in on his, just like they did the first day he saw her. “Don’t look at me like that,” he said. “My heart can’t stand it.” Tenley put a hand on his chest to halt his forward movement. “I know I started this …” But the pull of attraction that had always been between them made her grip his shirt and yank him to her instead. He placed a finger under her chin, lifted her face, and ran his tongue across her lips, murmuring, “Every second of every day, I’m thinking of ways to make you happy.” “Show me one,” she whispered. He removed the glass of wine from her hand, keeping his gaze on her face. This time when he touched his tongue to her lips, she took it in, her head moving gently mirroring his movements, her mouth teasing, sliding over his tongue from base to tip, testifying to her skills. After that demonstration, she held his tongue lightly between her teeth, their breaths coming faster, their eyes holding an entire conversation without a spoken word. When she released his tongue, he slid it inside her mouth, tasting the wine and gripping her buttocks so hard she gasped. Her arms wound about his neck, as her legs came up to wrap around his hips, pulling him closer. He hoped the bulge he pressed and massaged into her warmth confirmed that the feeling was mutual. “It’s been a long time for me,” she said between heavy sighs. “Kind of hard to date, while …” Kyle planted a series of burning little kisses along the path from her ear to her shoulder blades. “Well, I think business is about to pick up,” he said, slipping his hand underneath her pencil skirt. “Do women wear these just to make things difficult?” he asked, with her earlobe clenched between his teeth. Tenley laughed, but when he began tugging at her panties, Kyle could dimly sense her restraining herself. She stilled his hands and sat up, looking into his eyes … searching. “You’re safe with me,” he said. With a final tug, her panties came away in his hand. He tossed them over his shoulder and kissed her again, this time with such fervor and yearning, he put rouge in her cheeks and nearly drove himself mad. He could hardly bear not touching her, but he forced himself to heel. “Don’t move,” he said, barely able to catch his breath. “I’ll be right back.” Tenley leaned back and let her thighs drift apart. “Shall I remain silent, Officer?” Kyle flashed his most dazzling smile. “Your choice, but you won’t remain silent for long.” Within an eternity of a few minutes, Kyle returned to the kitchen with one arm behind his back. He held up a gold, metallic square between his fingers. Tenley slipped from her seat on the stool and tried to see around him. “Heads or tail?” he asked, tossing the condom high into the air “Both.” She attempted to retrieve the condom from his palm, just as he brought his hidden arm around and secured her wrist in a handcuff. Grinning at her startled face, he towed her behind him, saying, “Both it is.” WANT MORE? PRE-ORDER YOUR COPY OF SIGNED, SEALED, DELIVERED ... IM YOURS TODAY!!! aalbc.it/ssdimyours
Posted on: Fri, 19 Sep 2014 12:43:33 +0000