[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, HEA]
Krista Matthews has been in love with James for two years, but he's never mentioned commitment. After she plans him the ultimate naughty Valentine’s Day surprise, and he doesn't say those three magical words, she knows it’s time to move on. She may be plushy and curvy, but she still deserves someone who loves her for all she is. Wounded by the past, James Peterson became principal at a new school to escape his mistakes. What he never anticipated was meeting someone as amazing as Krista. She fits him in every way—except her need for a ring. When she dishes out a Valentine's Day ultimatum—give her more or end their relationship—all those old fears come racing back. Does James have the courage to face his past for the woman he loves? Or will he lose her on principle?
A Siren Erotic Romance
5 STARS: "I absolutely thought this book was sweet and erotic all at the same time. The angst within its pages are so what a man and a woman go through and so mirror the whole Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus ideal. We definitely have our different views on how we feel about our relationships with one another. Which as we know often leads to misunderstandings as it did in this story for Krista and James.Krista is in love with her boyfriend and isn't sure if he loves her. So she plans a Valentine's Day surprise, a very a naughty one I might add, in order to see if he will utter those three words that most women want and expect to hear from their long time lovers. So she gives him an ultimatum instead. When he balks and still doesn't say those words, Krista walks out on him. Little does Krista know that James is fighting his own past demons and for him those three words spell doom to the relationship. It was great to see the interaction between the two characters. The pain that they were both going through with being apart and the explosive need they felt when they were together. I highly recommend this book even if it is a Valentine's Day love story. I think it is a universal love story on how men and women get along in general and misconstrue what each other is feeling and thinking. Five stars for a most excellent read. Kudos to you, Willa Edwards! I will be looking for more of your books." -- Nikki Prince, The Romance Reviews
Krista felt sexy, gorgeous, powerful as he stared at her from his desk chair. His whole body was tight and tense, as if he’d never seen a woman before, too overcome by her existence to breathe in her presence. When he looked at her like that, she didn’t worry or care about the fact that she weighed an extra twenty pounds, mostly on her ass and thighs. All she cared about was him.
“What are you doing, Miss Matthews?”
The leather creaked beneath his grip, her pussy clenching at the noise. His eyes looked fierce and stern as he stared back at her, almost as if he wished he had a whip to punish her for her misdeed. Krista quivered at the idea. Maybe next time. If there was a next time. She couldn’t tell if he was playing along with her game or was truly angry, but in the end, it didn’t matter. Either way, his gaze set her heart thumping and her stomach twisting.
Krista didn’t answer. Instead she donned a wicked smile and stepped closer to him. The tingle between her legs increased with each stride. The sensation of her thighs brushing against each other, her slick pussy lips slipping together as she paced toward him, skyrocketed her need.
She leaned toward him, breathing in the deep masculine scent. James always smelled amazing. Like rich black coffee, leather-bound books, and power. Over the two years they’d been together, the aroma had become one of the most powerful aphrodisiacs in her life. One whiff and she was wet and tingly. He tasted even better. His crisp, clean, sinful flavor still danced on her tongue from his passionate kisses. Pure heaven.
“Miss Matthews, you should be more careful with men you don’t know. You have no idea what I’m capable of when provoked.”
Krista’s lips were so close to his they almost touched. Only the space of a flower petal separated their mouths. She emitted a small purring hum from the back of her throat, partially closing her eyes as she whimpered. The sound was soft, but she knew it would drive him wild. Beneath the curtain of her heavily mascara-coated eyelashes, she watched his jaw clench. His chest puffed up with his deep breaths.
Krista smoothed her hands up his torso. Her body leaned into his. Her breasts cushioned against the hard wall of his muscular chest. She watched the Adam’s apple bob in his throat as James swallowed deeply. His muscles turned rigid beneath her touch.
The light glinted off his plain wire-rim glasses, dangling a little too low on his nose. His curly hair hung over his forehead in boyish disarray, ready for Krista’s finger to smooth away or twirl her fingers through.
“Show me, principal,” Krista challenged, watching his eyes darken with the sensual dare.
The moist tip of his cock rubbed along the sensitive engorged lips of her pussy, stealing all her worries with its tantalizing brush. He teased and tortured her with his slow, methodical movements.
“I could never want anyone the way I want you.” His voice was low, primal, demanding, and her body surged with life from his rough words. If only he could say words of love instead of lust, they could do this until they both were too old and gray to care who saw them.
Krista bit her lip so hard she tasted the metallic tang of blood on her tongue, but she didn’t care. She’d bite through her arm if it prevented her from screaming out, from begging James to slam into her hard and fast. She’d do anything to prevent herself from telling him again those words she desperately wanted to hear from his lips.
But she didn’t have to beg. It was only moments before James positioned himself against her slick cunt and slammed deep inside her. He plunged into her, so fast and hard it hurt a little, but it felt so damn good Krista feared she might pass out. He was so thick and hot and hard inside her it overwhelmed all her other senses.
Krista leaned her forehead against the cool Formica countertop, needing to ground herself in the moment. Feeling too much like a hot-air balloon filled with all the love she felt for James, the pleasure he gave her clouded her mind until she forgot the rest of the world. Her entire being focused on his cock buried deep inside her. His arms wrapped around her, right where they were supposed to be. Her insecurities floated away like smoke from a candle flame.
“How can you give this up, Kris?” he groaned into her ear as he pulled out of her and slammed back in.
She wanted to argue with him. She wanted to scream at him she wasn’t the one giving up anything. He was the one who’d thrown in the lingerie, who’d sacrificed everything they had. But his demanding, dizzying rhythm stole her breath and her wits. She gripped the edge of the counter as his speed multiplied, his body slamming into her so hard, as if he wanted to imprint the memory on her mind, or his, with the physical act.
“What’s so important you’re willing to deprive us both of all this?” James bent his knees and slammed into her higher, harder, and Krista couldn’t fight the scream that escaped from her lips.
James leaned over her, pressing his chest to her back. His warm, sweaty body brought every nerve along her spine to life. His soft breath ruffled the hair at her nape. He threaded his fingers together with hers on the opposite edge of the counter while continuing to thrust into her, deep, demanding.
Krista let out a whimper as her eyes blurred with tears. Pleasure rolled through her, not just from the overwhelming ecstasy of each dig of his thick cock, but the sweet sensation of his fingers enfolded with hers, his forehead resting against her shoulder blades.
“Tell me what’s so important you’re willing to give all this up.” He nuzzled her neck. He brushed kisses along her crown, throat, and shoulder as he continued to pump into her. His unshaven jaw scraped across her back, sending pinpricks of electricity through her entire system.
Shaking her head, Krista focused on the beige countertop, afraid of what’s she’d see or feel if she looked anywhere else. Arching her hips backward, Krista thrust toward him, needing to feel as much of a connection with James as possible. Their bodies moved against each other, with each other, until she could barely breathe.
“Tell me, Kris,” he demanded, pounding into her mercilessly. He slammed into her hard, hitting that spot deep inside that made her entire body quiver and melt. “Tell me why you left. Tell me why you’re doing this.”
Krista clenched her jaw tight to prevent the moan that burned her throat from escaping and to stop the chattering of her jaw as it shook with the rest of her body. She couldn’t tell him. She couldn’t ask him to say those three words. If she did, she’d never really know if he meant it or only said the words to end a fight. She couldn’t live with that doubt. She needed to know he loved her.