Here's another yummy little teaser from Taming Rachel.
“Aren’t you a little
cocky?”
“No, I’m very confident.”
Oh, that voice! No matter what he said,
when he spoke, she became wet. He could recite the alphabet, and she’d be on
her knees.
He slid his hands down her
arms and bound her wrists with something soft. Before she could respond with
words, he drew a white silk scarf over one shoulder. The cool material caressed
her heated skin. Using both his hands, he slowly raised the scarf to cover her
eyes and knotted it at the back of her head. He lifted her into his arms as if
she were weightless. A shiver of excitement traveled up her spine, and a small
gasp escaped her lips.
“I found this silk scarf
in the gift shop, and I thought of you. I had to buy it. You can thank me
later.” His rich, masculine voice melted any resolve to fight his grasp. “Your
hands are bound with my necktie. Stay in the game with me, babe.”
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What? The teaser a little too short? Want another? Sure... here you go. Enjoy!
Within seconds after the
elevator stopped, the doors slid open. He continued carrying her for a short
distance then paused. His muscles bunched as he adjusted the way he held her. A
key card slid into place, a door clicked open and then slammed shut behind them.
“We are alone at last.” With
little effort, he eased her down until her feet hit the floor. His hands framed
her face, and he placed a tender kiss on her lips.
“I can’t believe it.”
Thoughts became words.
“What can’t you believe,
babe?” He took a hold of her bound wrists. “This? It’s just a little teaser.”
His mouth hovered over
hers, and she anticipated a kiss that didn’t come.
“Or us?” Pressing his hand
to her lower back, he pulled her against the hard cock she remembered. “Believe
it, Rach. We were always good together. It can be like that again and so much
more.”
Sure they were like fire
and kerosene back in the day. Maybe they would have gone up in flames, hurting
more than each other. Maybe they wouldn’t have. What kind of power did her
brother have over them back then? Why didn’t she see it? Did Dustin really care
for her during their flings? Could he still have feelings after all this time?
They were almost strangers. Well, maybe just unfamiliar friends…no, more like familiar
old friends.
“Maybe we should slow down
and talk. It’s been so long since—”
“Hey, put the brakes on
that runaway mind of yours. You always had a tendency to think too much. Don’t
let unnecessary chatter in your pretty head interfere with enjoying this. Time
hasn’t changed anything here.” He tapped a finger over her heart. His gentle
touch stopped her rambling mind. “You can’t deny what we had as very genuine.
It didn’t die; it just never had a chance to grow because we didn’t have the opportunity
to explore everything. We’ll talk later, I promise.” He placed a kiss on her
forehead. “Go with the flow of tonight. Right now, I just want you to feel.
Don’t speak. Listen.”
He tugged the binding on
her wrists until they loosened and fell limp. He guided her across the room and
into a small but comfortable chair and took her hands. He placed a kiss upon
each palm. He massaged her wrists then touched each with his lips. The tenderness
he expressed made her tremble.
“Are you cold?”
Remembering his command to
be quiet, she shook her head.
“Good girl.” He stroked
her hair and stood. “I have something for you.”
She strained her ears to
listen for him movements. A rustle of tissue paper to her left captured her
attention. He teased her by drawing cool material over her arms and down to her
hands. Softer than satin and cooler than leather, perhaps the material matched
the scarf blinding her. One at a time, he placed gloves on her hands that
reached almost to her elbows. With the back on one hand, she touched her cheek
and jaw line, enjoying the silken fabric.
She continued the self
caress, moving her hand across her collar bone, down her check and over her
breast. Wicked thoughts flashed in her mind of touching him with the delicate
covered fingers.
“I recognize that smile.
You are already making plans for me. I look forward to experiencing them.” He
placed her hand in her lap. “Pull up your skirt. Let me see those delicious
legs.”
Knowing she held the power
of temptation, she grasped the tulle fabric. A clock in the room ticked,
seconds turning into moments. The back of her arm brushed the worn velvet and
wood of the back of the small chair she sat on. That and the round pillow-like seat
resembled the lovely replica of a Victorian parlor chair in her room. She planted
her feet on each side of the chair and parted her knees as she drew the skirt
up at a snail’s pace. Gathering the material until it pooled at the juncture of
her thighs, she hid what he wanted most. She flattened her palms on the cushion
between her legs, the material bunched next to her wrists. With a small wiggle,
she ground her pussy against the mound of fabric and sighed. She arched her
back in delight, wishing she could see his face.
“You’re a fucking tease.”
His deep voice drew shivers from her. “I’ll bet you’re wet for me.”
Hell yeah! But she wouldn’t admit it aloud.
She kept her voice low to see how far she could push him. “Maybe you should
check…sir.”
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Romance Author and Artist Mary Quast
lives in a log home affectionately named "Camp Run-A-Muk" located in
the woods of Michigan with her husband, three sons, and a collection of animal
family members. As a professional artist, Mary Quast answered the call to
express herself creatively. With her descriptive writing style she has
developed a knack for creating passionate characters and realistic settings.
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