Saturday, March 10, 2012

Egg-cerpt Exchange with Rachel

Coming Back

Kelly Hampton loved once...and lost. After two years of looking for Sean MacKenzie in other men--and failing miserably--she takes a vow of celibacy. No sex until she finds love. Then Sean strolls back into her bar, reigniting old flames. No one has come close to understanding or satisfying her like he did. Her body burns for the passion they once shared, but her heart still remembers the pain.

Sean escaped Jessop Hill and his father's fists in the middle of the night without a word--even to his love, Kelly--to protect his battered mother, but he never forgot the explosively erotic relationship he left behind. Now his father is dead and Sean is back for the only woman he's ever wanted. Their reunion is full of fire – but can sexual attraction and noble intentions overcome years of heartache or will Kelly walk away to protect her heart this time.

Excerpt -
This isn’t sex. This isn’t sex. The words whirled in her head, a pathetic justification. They were little more than a desperate defense against the inevitable failing of the vow she’d made less than two hours before. Sex would mean she failed, this was just a kiss. She moaned. A kiss so rough, so needful, so erotic…
She gripped his thick, muscular biceps through his jacket and her pussy throbbed its appreciation. She couldn’t help wondering what line of work he was in now – Sean would never be caught pushing paper that was for sure. Her arousal hitched up a notch as her clit ached with need and her nipples tightened. She wanted him so badly. Her tongue eagerly sought his as a million and one images of him as a grease-smeared welder or greasy mechanic assaulted her mind’s eye. Yum
She pulled him closer and in response, he thrust his hard beefy thigh between her legs and against her aching pussy. She leaned into it, desperate to feel the pressure against her clit. Inching away from his lips to catch her breath, Kelly kept her eyes closed and tipped her head back. She felt the power of his stare through her closed lids but didn’t open them. Not yet. His teeth nipped at the exposed, sensitized skin of her neck, trialed lower to her collar bone, pushing aside her T-shirt to nibble at her shoulder.
She wanted him right then. She wanted him to want her. Need her. Touch her. His hand drew down her arm, gently whispered over the curve of her breast. She opened her eyes to the dusty yet beautiful chandelier above her. The situation was as unusual as it was erotic. She wanted to bite him, eat him…swallow him whole.

Thanks Rachel for stopping by,

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