August 28, 2011
He bent and pressed his mouth to her back, kissed over her shoulders and licked the new chills covering her. Rain pelted the plastic, wind shook the outside. Scents of cool, clean and crisp air coated her skin and they were trapped for the length of this summer, late afternoon storm. And she was all his.
He shouldn’t. This wasn’t his goal or future. He was supposed to be looking at a woman for the long haul. He stroked his finger down the sweep of her spine. He wasn’t supposed to be appreciating the turn of her lower back, the swells of her ass or how she twitched under his light touch.
Shouldn’t be caring that when he dropped the back of his hand down her inner thigh, she arched and moaned. That her legs parted and her sweet center opened for the tips of his fingers to smear the wetness waiting his entrance. The scent of her sex curled through the air, overpowered the rain and drowned him around her body and what he’d like to do with it.
Blondes have more fun? Pfft. Bad Girls have more fun. Rebecca Gabel was accused of being a bad girl and she discovered life was easier (and more fun!) to live up to the reputation than try to deny it. But now with a new comer who’s taking her up on her suggestions, Rebecca is a little out of her element. There’s talking the talk…and then there’s having to walk it.
Grant Iverson recently inherited land from his mother, so he’s arrived in Apple Trail, Arkansas to check the place out and see if there are any treasures hidden there. What he doesn’t expect to find is a woman full of curves and a mouth of pure sin, but whose eyes reflect nothing but curious innocence.