It’s been a long time since we heard from Ronan and Holliday. However, after months of planning, prepping and writing I am so happy to say the sequel will be released this fall! I would love to share an excerpt with you from Ronan’s POV. I hope that you enjoy this little teaser! *** This is subject to change as it has yet to be edited.
This story contains sexually explicit material and is intended for mature individuals over the age of eighteen
Holliday looked sexy as fuck wearing a black lace bra and boy-shorts. Her normally light eyes were dark— penetrating. Every glance seduced me under her sexual spell. She prowled forward on all fours towards the edge of the bed, and her hair fell in a sexy tangle around her shoulders. Jesus Christ. The way she was looking at me had me nearly coming right then and there. But, I maintained my restraint. It was hard. Pun Intended.
“Absolutely stunning,” I said, working the buttons on my dress shirt. She rolled up to her knees as I stepped to the edge of the bed. Her hands skimmed across my chest and over my shoulders pushing the fabric down.
Leaning forward, I brushed her long hair out of the way, kissing along the soft spot between her neck and shoulder. Her scent was intoxicating. She smelled heavenly, like warm sugar and flowers. I don’t even know if that’s a thing, but fuck me if it didn’t make me want to devour her all at once.
I cupped her face in my hands, memorizing every beautiful line and angle. My thumbs gently skimmed across her lips and cheek.
She looked up at me through heavy lidded eyes, “Kiss me, Ronan.” Her voice was breathy. Needy. I threaded my fingers through her hair gripping the back of her head, pulling her lips to mine. I kissed her long and hot. Sliding my tongue with hers, teasing, tasting, and savoring the feel of her soft lips against mine, locking it in my memory. The softest most delicate moan escaped her throat— a sound of pleasure. Bringing her closer, I gripped my arms tightly around her waist. Her flat stomach pressed against my erection. Slowly, I started grinding against her. Holliday moaned again as her body went lax in my arms— a sign of surrender. I bent my head to kiss down her throat and gripped her waist with one arm dragging her up the bed with me. With our mouths still pressed together I felt her hands slide through my hair, pulling and tugging at my curls, urging me on.
Then I remembered— the camera. I slid down her body, pressing kisses all over her smooth skin. I licked a line from her neck to her breasts making my way down her stomach stopping at her navel to look up and wink at her. My fingers skimmed the edge of her panties. Her hips bucked. I knew what she wanted, and instead I pressed a kiss to her inner thigh above her scar. I met her eyes; she gave me a sexy little smile. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips were swollen and her silky dark hair was fanned out against the mountain of pillows. I’d never seen her look more stunning.
“Ronan, please,” she begged.
“I’ll take care of you, I promise.”
©Christy Pastore, 2015
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