There’s something about you I just can’t shake #MWTease #BadBoysGoneGood

Hola mis amigas (and amigos)!

It’s time for a bit of naughty fun with this week’s Mid Week Tease. If you’re new to our virtual party, each week a group of fantastic authors shares a sizzling sample of their work during this online event, hosted by Sandra Bunino. You’ll discover historical romances, contemporary romances and futuristic ones. There’s romance with a side of thriller, paranormal or sci-fi. Some teases are sweet, while others are muy caliente. Pick up your plates and silverware at the end of the table. Now let’s dive in, starting with Jamie and Miles.

In our last tease from Love Me Not Jamie had Miles pinned on the couch like a tigress ready to maul him, but he puts on the brakes because he needs this encounter to mean as much to her as it does to him. I’ve skipped a few paragraphs in which Miles realizes that Jamie has never been in love. A streak he hopes to break.

<===Love Me Not Excerpt===>

“I don’t do relationships because it’s hard and people get hurt,” she said finally. Her eyes met his. “If that’s what you’re looking for, I’ll only let you down. So if you’d rather walk away now, I’ll understand.”

“There’s something about you I just can’t shake. And believe me, I’ve tried.” He laughed.

“Apparently you’re not trying hard enough.” A mischievous grin turned up the edges of her pouty lips.

“I guess not.” He traced her mouth with his fingertips, wondering what it would feel like to have those soft lips against other parts of his anatomy. “Or maybe I don’t want anyone else.”

Miles crushed his mouth to hers. His hands pressed into her back, slowly lowering to her round bottom and squeezing. He’d had an overwhelming desire to do that since the first night he’d laid eyes on her. He squeezed the flesh so hard as he pulled her against him that he worried he might leave a bruise. If she’d been unsure how much he wanted her, the swell of his erection against her had to erase any doubt.

He kissed her harder, deeper. She tasted sweet, like the Bananas Foster pie they’d eaten earlier. And he wanted more of her. His tongue gently parted her lips and slid against hers. He moaned softly as his cock strained against the fabric of his khakis. Jamie yanked his shirt out of his pants and glided her hands up his back, her nails grazing his skin—a sensation that rode the edge between pleasure and pain.

He tore his mouth from hers and trailed kisses along her jawline and down the creamy skin of her long, elegant neck. She was beautiful, never more than right now. He wanted to see every glorious inch of her skin. And he didn’t think he could wait another minute.

“How about that tour of the bedroom now?” he mumbled between kisses.

“I can’t think of a better time for it.” She trailed her fingernails down his back as she pulled them from underneath his shirt.

Grabbing her hand, he led her up the stairs to his bedroom. They tumbled onto the bed, and he kissed her, his hand gliding down her body to the exposed skin of her legs, until his hand was underneath her skirt.

She squirmed as he gently stroked the dampened space between her thighs. His cock strained in anticipation. Everything about her was sensual. The softness of her skin, her intoxicating scent, the warmth of her body. He was drowning, completely lost in her.

Miles peeled the jersey over her head, revealing a black, lacy bra with an elaborate pink design. Lowering his gaze, he studied the tattoo on her stomach—a tribal drawing of the sun radiating out from her belly button. An intricate floral design graced her left shoulder. The vibrant pink flowers were a brilliant contrast to a luminous blue, green and purple hummingbird with its wings spread. On the top of her right arm the name “Gordon” was drawn in beautiful script, which looked, at first glance, like another tribal design.

Miles planted warm kisses along the skin just below the band of her bra before changing direction. Leaving a trail of slow, tender kisses in his wake, he edged his way down her belly. The rise and fall of it quickened as he made his descent. He’d been determined to take it slow with her, to make her want him with the same fierce intensity with which he desired her. But he needed to be inside her. He gently stroked her through the increasingly wet fabric. She squirmed with approval, her legs falling open. Kissing his way back up her body, he pressed his mouth against the curves exposed by her bra, gently nipping at the skin. He slipped his hands behind her and unfastened it.

His mouth went slack. They were even better than he’d imagined, and that was pretty damn hard to accomplish. The tight pink peaks stood at attention, begging him to have a taste. He ran his tongue over her taut nipple, enjoying how she squirmed beneath him.

These babies are definitely real. Every single inch of them.

He hiked her skirt, rather than unzipping it. There was something so fucking hot about having sex with a woman wearing a skirt and boots, even if they were army boots.

Sliding off the matching lacy black thong, he tossed it on the floor. Now he surveyed her sex, open to him like the petals of a flower at midday. Sleek, pink, glistening.

His tongue darted out and wet his lower lip as he plunged one finger, then another, inside of her. Unable to take his eyes off the juncture where his fingers, slick with her desire, slid in and out of her, he pressed his thumb against her hardened clit, forming a tight circle. She writhed against his hand, her legs trembling. She was close. He licked his lips then curved his fingers inside her, stroking her inside and out.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhhh fuck!” she moaned, her walls clenching around his fingers.

His mouth tightened in a wicked grin as he slowly removed his fingers, shiny with her approval of the first act. God, she was sexy. And he wasn’t even close to being done with her.

<===END OF EXCERPT===>

Of course, Miles is just getting warmed up. Come back next week for Act II. In the meantime, there are plenty more teases to tempt you today, no matter what kind of romance you’re in the mood for. Don’t forget to leave room for dessert. 😉

PS: No need to panic. Gordon is the last name of the family that took her in and raised her, not the name of a guy in her past. 😉

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