[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance]
When Melody Forbes butts heads with Reese Torrin at a hockey game, the last thing she expects is to be pinned against a wall, breathless, hot and needy less than twelve hours later. The man's an asshole! But he's the only one around when her life takes one devastating turn after another. She isn't looking for a relationship, but casual, no strings, no promises sex, now that's something she can handle. Then things start to change.
Reese doesn't believe in love but one look at Melody has him wondering if he's wrong. The woman is hot! She's also the sister of a close friend. He should keep his hands off her but when she literally jumps him, demanding he take her, how can he be expected to say no? And when she reaches a part of him that no woman has ever touched before, how can he be expected to walk away?
This title has been previously published but has been extensively revised.
A Siren Erotic Romance
Melody could've stopped him. She could've turned her head, could've pulled herself out of his arms and stepped away. She saw his gaze drop to her mouth, saw the heat and intention in his eyes, and it paralyzed her. He cupped her cheek in his calloused palm, his thumb lightly brushing away her tears. She closed her eyes and nearly melted as his lips touched hers.
It began as a soft caress of skin brushing skin, his mustache lightly tickling her upper lip. Then she felt the warm moisture of his tongue as he licked, urging her to allow him access.
She sighed, a hopeless, helpless, needy sound she couldn't control, and parted her lips, inviting him inside.
His tongue swept into her mouth and high-velocity tingles exploded throughout her body. Dear God, had a kiss ever felt so good? Their tongues tangled, danced, retreated and came back for more. The hairs on his upper lip and chin bristled against her smooth skin as the kiss grew hotter, boiling with passion and longing. All thoughts of the night she'd had, of the events that had led her here vanished in the wonderment of the moment. She was melting in Reese Torrin's arms and, oh, the places they could go. She wanted so much, needed even more. The things he could do to her defied explanation: but not her imagination.
Her inner thighs sizzled, anticipating the feel of his facial stubble to her sensitized flesh. Wetness pooled in her core, slowly seeping through her folds, soaking her panties. She moved into him, even as his arm tightened around her waist, and pressed her body to his. Her hand fisted in the back of his hair as his mouth left hers to trail warm, wet kisses down her face and throat.
Her head lolled back and her right leg eased around his until his thick, muscled thigh was between her legs. She gyrated against him, the rough denim of her jeans pressing her soaked panties between her folds. His thigh moved with her, offering a gentle pressure that nearly drove her mad. She moaned and a quiet, "Oh yeah," escaped her lips before he captured them again.
He pushed against her, stepping her backward until her she was pressed against a wall. He continued to ravage her mouth, his hands moving to the bottom of her hockey jersey. A blast of cool air hit her midriff as he slowly lifted the shirt, exposing skin that screamed for his touch. He broke the kiss, continuing his upward pull, and her arms rose obediently above her head. Instead of removing the jersey, he stopped. The neckline caught just under her nose and she smiled. She was blinded by the fabric covering her eyes, her arms bound by the sleeves on either side of her head. A trickle of fear danced down her spine. It was disconcerting, maddening and wondrously hot.
With her sight cut off, her sense of feel became predominate. His breath heated her tingling lips and she waited for another kiss that didn't come. Instead, she felt the soft graze of his fingertip over her cheek, her lips, her chin, down her neck, and across the outline of her bra. He touched her with such surprising softness. It was torture of the sweetest kind, tantalizing her skin, electrifying her senses. Despite her present blindness, she closed her eyes and concentrated on that touch. His finger dipped into the valley between her breasts to the clasp of her bra and she shivered. Her nipples tightened, hardening almost to the point of pain, longing for his touch, his mouth, his tongue and, oh yes, here it came.
He unfastened the clasp and her breasts spilled free. The man was, no doubt, experienced in undressing a woman. Not many could manage to undo a bra's tiny clasp one-handed, but he'd done it. She sensed more than felt him bend. He held her, both the jersey and her wrists suspended above her head, in one of his large hands.
"Beautiful," he whispered, framing one breast in his palm. He lifted it as though testing its weight, then took it in his mouth and, oh wow. He sucked, gently at first then increased the pressure as he licked at the pebbled surface surrounding her nipple. When his teeth joined the action for a bite that teetered on the erotic edge of pleasure and pain, she gasped, her clit throbbing in stupendous agony.
Slowly, so dammed slowly she wanted to scream at him to move faster, he released her breast to trail a finger down her abs and stomach to the button of her jeans. She wanted to help him, to speed things up. She tried. His grip tightened on her wrists, stopping her. Control belonged to him and he let her know it. He'd blindfolded and bound her and now her body was his to do with what he chose. The realization had her pleading.
"Please, Reese," she cried on a ragged breath.
"Please what, Melody?" He stole another bite of her nipple.
She sucked in a breath. Blazing fire coursed through her. "I want..."
"You want what, Melody?" Another bite, this time to her other nipple. "Tell me what you want, baby."
"I want you inside me." She couldn't stand it. Her nipples were so hard they hurt, the lingering sensations of his bites throbbing in time with her needy pussy.
She felt him straighten then he nestled his lips against her ear. "What do you want inside you?" he whispered and she could tell by the sound of his voice that he was struggling to preserve his own control.
"Your tongue, your fingers, ah God, your cock."
She felt the waistband of her jeans loosen as he finally undid the button. She whimpered with relief. He lowered the zipper, his hand moving inside her pants, inside her panties, at the same time.