Drawn To You – #masturbationmonday

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I see you.

You walk in the door like you own the place. Once you catch my eye I can’t seem to look away.

I take a small sip of my coffee, playing with the teaspoon, and it clatters against the wooden table top startling me. I drop my eyes. They rest on the sparkling bracelet on my wrist; its cold brilliance startlingly garish in that moment.

You sit down opposite me, by the cafe window. Three tables separate us but I can feel you – feel your confidence radiating towards me. I want to absorb it and know what it’s like to be so sure, just for one fleeting moment.

At first your face feels obscured by its full beard. Then I look closer and I see how it frames your full, sensuous lips. It is neatly shaped, leaving your cheekbones clear revealing smooth, tanned skin. The beard is the same colour as your thick brown hair, which is shorter at the sides. The longer top swept back from your stunning face.

My fingers tingle, it looks so soft, would feel so good.

My body feels hotter now, my skin sensitive as I run my fingers under the collar of my silk blouse. I know my nipples have hardened. They want to know what that beard would feel like brushing against them; those soft lips sucking and nibbling at them. My clothes feel confining against my needy body.

Your brown leather jacket is old and worn but it looks beautifully soft and supple, moulding to your wide shoulders. You shrug out of it and I catch my breath. Your white t-shirt reveals the tattoos on your arms. They run from your wrist right up your arm and under the t-shirt. I see the colours, greens, red and yellows; the black outlines of shapes. But I can’t make out what they are, I’m too far away.

I want to get closer. I want to run my fingers over the patterns and shapes. I want to feel your heat, the strength underneath that colourful skin.

I want to lick your tattoos.

Oh god, I want that so badly.

I want to trace every line, every curve and mark with my tongue.

You raise the cup to your lips and swallow. Your bicep flexes and I ache between my legs. It is sweet, sweet torment. I shift in my chair, craving some friction. My eyes follow your colourful arm as it slowly lowers the cup back down to the table.

I am drawn to your face again, your lips and the thought of how they would feel on mine; but I realise too late that you have gone very still.

You have caught me.

I meet your intent stare and immediately feel heat invade my cheeks.

Your piercing eyes roam over my face, missing nothing but releasing me from their uncomfortable hold. They slowly move down my body, brushing over my breasts and the evidence of my arousal. They rest on my wrist, you take in my clothes, my up swept hair, the diamond studs in my ears.

I can’t breath. My breasts feel heavy, achy and ready. So ready to be touched.

I wait for the scorn on your face.

I can’t look. My eyes drop to the floor. I breath through my anxiety, remembering those little steps that I need to take to get myself under control again. I need to leave, but first I must regain my equilibrium.

I am staring so hard at a mark on the floor it doesn’t immediately register that a pair of black boots have come to a stop by my chair.

My hands grip the edge of the table, my knuckles white and distressed. I slowly raise my eyes from the boots, up the long, dark blue, jean clad legs, to the white t-shirt tight across your chest; your beautiful arms lead me up to that sexy bearded face and the glittering dark brown eyes staring down at me.

I feel trapped in your gaze. You lean forward, slowly, putting your arms on either side of me. Your forearm brushes against my breast as you move to place it next to me. You have branded me, heat and an almost painful pleasure suffuse my breast.

I wait, breathless.

Your head moves towards me until your mouth rests by my ear.

“Let me show you…”


Bit of a tease this one, isn’t it?! As ever, thanks for reading. Check out more contributions for Masturbation Monday at Kayla Lords’ site A Sexual Being. Happy Monday, Rx

 

 

5* Review: ‘Rock Hard’ by Nalini Singh (A Rock Kiss Novel)

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Blurb:

In New York Times Bestselling author Nalini Singh’s newest contemporary romance, passion ignites between a gorgeous, sinfully sexy man who built himself up from nothing and a shy woman who has a terrible secret in her past…

Wealthy businessman Gabriel Bishop rules the boardroom with the same determination and ruthlessness that made him a rock star on the rugby field. He knows what he wants, and he’ll go after it no-holds-barred.

And what he wants is Charlotte Baird.

Charlotte knows she’s a mouse. Emotionally scarred and painfully shy, she just wants to do her job and remain as invisible as possible. But the new CEO—a brilliant, broad-shouldered T-Rex of a man who growls and storms through the office, leaving carnage in his wake—clearly has other plans. Plans that may be equal parts business and bedroom.

If Charlotte intends to survive this battle of wits and hearts, the mouse will have to learn to wrangle the T-Rex. Game on.

My Review:

I must admit to a little fist pump when I got the email from Netgalley saying I could review this book, I’m a bit sad I know, but I love Nalini Singh so….. what can I say? I was excited. I’m very happy to say I wasn’t disappointed at all, not even a smidgen. I devoured this book in two sittings. It was only two instead of one because my other half physically removed the kindle from my hands at midnight with the words, “Sleep forgodsake!”

So the following morning I woke up, sat up and immediately reached for my kindle with the sole thought of I have to read as much as I can before the kids get up…

It’s been a while since I felt so drawn to a book, probably since I last read a new book by Nalini Singh.

Ok, so to the book – ‘Rock Hard’ – well it’s awesome! I can’t even tease you, it’s brilliant. It made me laugh, it made me cry and it’s really, really sexy. Nalini has written two fantastic characters in Charlotte and Gabriel. Their chemistry is electric from the start. There’s wonderful banter and the development of their relationship feels natural and true.

Both characters have baggage but the story mainly focuses on Charlotte’s. A past incident has seriously dented her self-confidence, but I never saw her as weak and loved watching her journey towards rediscovering her kick-ass side.

I love a strong female character and no-one writes them better than Nalini Singh. If you’re a fan you’ll already know about Elena, Honor and Ash in the Guild Hunter Novels and Sascha, Faith and Brenna in the Psy-Changeling series, just to name a few.

Charlotte has to be strong to stand up against Gabriel who is “a force of nature”, but oh god, what a force of nature! He is absolutely gorgeous inside and out. The story is written from both characters point of view so we know exactly how he feels about our lovely Charlotte. I’ve got to say, he’s way up there with my favourite Nalini male characters – and that’s saying a lot when you consider Raphael and Dmitri, Lucas and Hawke…. ok, bringing it back… *cough* right yeah, so, Gabriel is a beautiful physical specimen as well as having a very big, very generous heart. I loved him, a lot. He pushes her buttons in all the right ways and we just sit back and watch her bloom under his attention. She fights him a bit, because any self-respecting woman would, right? But when they finally come together it is a thing of beauty and it is hot, I mean steamy hot. I liked that bit a lot too 😉

There is no doubt that Gabriel is an alpha male, he likes to get his own way, always thinks he’s right…. but he knows he has to be patient if he’s going to get what he wants, and he wants Charlotte. So much, that he puts her needs before his own and ultimately that’s what makes him so beautiful and sexy for me.

So, in conclusion I give Rock Hard five very shiny, very beautiful stars. I loved it and I hope you do too.

‘Rock Hard’ – released March 10th 2015. Pre-order here.

 

I received a copy of this book from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.

 

 

5* Review: ‘Zoey And The Nice Guy’ by Carter Ashby

This is a contemporary romance review – it’s sexy though and so worth a read!

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What a fantastic find Carter Ashby is – I loved this book!

Zoey is a sparky, sassy, hard as nails heroine with a bucket load of believable insecurities. She’s got barriers like Fort Knox. Kellan has to figure out if he’s up to the job of breaking through them and if she’s worth the effort.

She’s not easy to handle, but then what woman worth the effort is? Carter Ashby has created a three dimensional character who makes you cheer her on, bury your head in your hands and smile in understanding.

I laughed out loud so many times while I was reading this book; a couple of times I had tears in my eyes I was laughing so hard (cookie baking time and Clint Eastwood – that’s all I’m saying!). I love that feeling and a book is an automatic keeper for me when that happens.

Kellan is a nice guy it’s true, but he’s sexy and funny too. He learns how to stand up for himself and his emotional strength is everything that Zoey doesn’t realise she needs. Plus, he gives her great sex – what more can she ask for?!

The supporting characters are interesting and well rounded already. I’m really looking forward to Jayce and Maya’s story – ‘Maya and the Tough Guy’ – coming next.

So another 5* review from me. I’m on a roll…


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Happy reading, Rebecca x

 

Hot Bath – #masturbationmonday

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His eyes are closed. That beautiful face turned towards me, tilted back slightly in supplication. I feel a tender ache in my chest as I look at him; at once so strong and so vulnerable in his nakedness.

The water laps against his tight abs and my eyes roam over his damp broad chest. Legs bent and fallen open, they give me a clear view of his gorgeous cock through the clear water.

I pull my little stool closer so I can reach over the side as I sit astride it. I rest one hand on his knee; the other hand slips into the hot water to take hold of him. He is already hard. I give him a couple of languorous strokes.

Up and down. The only sound in the room the droplets falling from my hand as it pumps slowly in and out of the water.

Gently, I caress the very tip of him, play with him until I see his hand grip the side of the tub.

I want to make him feel so good – ease away those aches and pains from a long, hard day at work. I want to make his cock hard and full, and desperate to release.

I work my hand on his cock, finding a firm, steady rhythm. His breathing is heavier now, his cheeks flushed. I see his stomach flex and tighten beneath the lapping water.

My eyes move up his body, resting on his tight brown nipples for a moment before reaching his beloved face. I watch his eyelids flutter, their long lashes casting a small shadow on his hot cheeks. Slowly his eyes open wrapping me in their warm chocolate depths.

I can’t take my eyes off him. I want to look at him, love him forever.

“Don’t make me wait.” He whispers.

“No.” I struggle to swallow. My throat dry. ” I want you to come.”

I work him harder. Faster. My grip firm now. His cock thick and long, so hard and ready.

My arm burns with effort but I won’t stop now until he is finished. His eyes close again as his head falls back – the tendons in his neck stretching as he clenches his jaw. His hands white knuckle the edge of the tub; his breath blasting into the steamy air from between his gritted teeth.

“Now!” He gasps.

His head curls forward onto his muscular chest. His eyes squeezed shut as I concentrate my short, quick strokes on the full head of his cock.

Ribbons of white decorate his stomach and chest as he jerks and shudders his way through his long orgasm.

Finally, he falls back to rest his head against the tub. He is panting in time with the throbbing vein I can see on the side of his neck. Every part of him seems boneless and loose. He slips down into the water a little more.

I continue to softly, slowly stroke his still hard cock. Watching his face, waiting.

Finally he opens his eyes and turns his head to meet mine. I see residual heat there, a constant burning ember that I know belongs just to me. His hot gaze lingers on my mouth as it sweeps over my face. I lick my lips and run my teeth over my bottom lip, anticipation singing through my body.


 

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