Sunday, January 25, 2015

Sex on the Kitchen Floor--the Best Kind of Appetizer #Romance

There's a time for words--and then there's a time for action. 
Heating up more than food in the kitchen today on Scintillating Sunday. 
18+ content

"I don't want to talk anymore." She pulled his shirt free from the waistband of his jeans and moved her hands beneath it to touch his skin. "I'm edgy as hell and need to move on to the mind-blowing sex portion of the night."
He turned and snagged her wrists. His eyes searched hers briefly before crushing his mouth against hers. He devoured her with a desperation that bordered on madness. Hands collided with each other's as they both hurried to strip the other naked. They stumbled against the kitchen floor, both kicking their jeans free and fumbling with underwear until they were skin on skin.
Tongues teased. Teeth nipped.
He rose up and met her gaze for a moment before sliding his mouth over her neck. Hands moved over her breasts with territorial exploration.
She arched her back, craving physical contact. It had been so long since she'd been touched and she couldn't get enough. Her hands moved over his muscular biceps, hips pressed against his erection, feet slid over the back of his thighs. She didn't want to wait. She wanted him pounding inside of her fast and furious.

"I brought condoms—"
"Of course you did."
"They're in my bag. I'm like a horny teenager around you." He smiled against her chin before untangling himself from her hold. "Give me a minute."
"I'll give you thirty seconds," she said as she crawled after him and kissed the center of his back. "You're much better looking naked than with clothes on...we should have a clothing optional clause whenever we're alone together."
"Damn it, stop." He laughed before ripping the package open with his teeth.
Her hand slid around his erection. "You're so big, so hot."
"I swear to God, babe, if you—"
"I like it when you call me babe." She licked the back of his neck.
He pushed her hand away to roll the condom over his penis before twisting in her arms and kissing her breathless. One hand on her breast, he squeezed until she moaned deep from her core. Every inch of her throbbed with need.
He propped his back against the cabinet, lifted her onto his lap and shoved his tongue deep inside her mouth.
Taking the cue, she slid over his erection and ground her hips against his. He kept his hands on her breasts and his tongue in her mouth while she took all the pleasure she needed from his body. He bucked his hips upward to meet her thrust for thrust until they were both moaning into each other's mouths and gasping for air.
When they finally shouted with orgasm, he buried his face into her neck and she wound her arms around his shoulders. They remained like that for a few minutes, heartbeats slamming, breath panting, bodies fused.
"Damn, you're amazing," he whispered against her hair.
"We're just getting started, Cowboy." She smiled and kissed the side of his face. "I plan on keeping you naked all night long."
"I'm willing and hopefully able." He laughed before pushing her hair from her face and looking her in the eye. He caressed her back with his fingertips and smiled. "Let's get drunk, eat some food, and explore each other's bodies for hours."
"I'm glad those guys last night didn't slow you down at all." She caressed his bruises with her fingertips and grinned against his chin. "The advantages of being in top physical condition, I guess."
"Speaking of top physical condition, I knew you were hiding some treasures under those baggy clothes." He cupped her breasts as if checking their weight and kissed her neck.
"If you keep this up, we'll never get off the kitchen floor." She tipped up his chin and kissed him again. Slowly.
He moved his hands to her thighs, held her close to him, and rolled her onto her back. Hard again, he moved his hips up until almost out of her before sliding back inside with a laziness that spoke of a man intent on taking his time.
With another long look into her eyes, he bent his head and slid his tongue over her nipples. "You're absolutely delicious."
She caught her breath when he plunged deeper inside her with each slow thrust.
"I never want to stop." He held her arms out to her sides and laced his fingers with hers. His mouth worshipped her breasts while his hips continued their slow torture.
She closed her eyes and surrendered to sensation. Hard floor at her back. Hot breath on her skin. His weight pressing between her thighs. Scents of pasta wafting from the oven. Howling of the wind outside the windows. His body taking hers inch by inch until she tumbled over the edge of oblivion.

An orgasm rolled through her, curled her toes, rattled her body and stole her breath. When she opened her eyes, Ryan kissed her mouth with a slow appreciation that centered her wholly in the present.

She's been erased.

As a protected witness, Brandi Simms has given up everything that made her unique to start over in Steamboat Springs, Colorado. Blending into the background isn't easy, but it's vital for survival. When her handsome yet incorrigible neighbor—former Olympic skier turned cowboy—decides her aloof attitude is a challenge rather than a deterrent, she knows the only right thing to do is resist.

The secrets she hides are deadly.

Ryan Landry isn't accustomed to rejection. Three-time Olympic Gold Medalist, he's the local hero who came home to run a ranch and be near his family. The mysterious neighbor who seems content to hang out with dogs rather than humans haunts his fantasies and ignites that competitive drive that led him to the world stage.

He's not one to give up.

When her dangerous past catches up to Brandi, Ryan is determined to break through her secrets to find the truth no matter what the cost. Trapped in a whiteout blizzard with unseen threats lurking in the snow, will they get a chance to create a new beginning or will Brandi's past be the death of them?

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