I know the holidays can be stressful. Mine is pretty damn high on the charts this year with a move (where the hell did all this stuff come from?!?) and all the normal fun the holiday brings, so I feel the only true way to solve this problem is with sex. It seems obvious, but sometimes people forget, so I’m here to remind you. It’s the most wonderful time of the year to get laid. And if you need a little jumpstart, here’s a sexy excerpt from Caribbean Heat. While it might not say Merry Freakin’ Christmas, set in the Caribbean and all, I does say let’s get laid. And really, what’s most important during this time of the year?
His face was inches from hers, eyes intent, studying. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think about anything other than how badly she wanted him. She wanted to know how good his lips pressed against hers could feel. If it was going to happen, this was a perfect place, no one could see, no one would know.
“Ummhmm.” Sierra swallowed hard and moved closer, inviting him, needing him, not knowing if he had any interest in her, but hoping like hell he did.
Jack answered that question quickly, closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against hers softly.
Sierra parted her lips, inviting him in, wanting him to taste her. He didn’t hesitate, his tongue teasing, tasting, twirling with hers. Heat pooled between her legs. Damn, the man could kiss.
It seemed so natural, so easy, kissing Jack like this.
Sierra let her own tongue explore the heat of his mouth, tangle with his, and the pulsing need between her legs amplified. God, she wanted this man.
Jack’s hands ran down the bare skin of Sierra’s back, pulling her closer. She wrapped a hand around his neck and ran her fingers through his hair and held on tightly as the lust coursed through her.
She’d heard women talk about kissing a man and it making their toes curl, but she hadn’t experienced it until this moment. It was like some kind of drug and she couldn’t get enough.
Jack pressed his lips to hers again and again and wetness rushed to her opening. She wanted him, needed his cock inside her so damn bad.
“Sierra.” The one word was growled as he pulled her on top of him. Her sex pressed against his hard-on and another surge of wetness dampened her cunt. She pulsed herself against him, searching for relief from the surging need but finding higher levels of torment instead. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think straight, couldn’t focus on anything but the pleasure his touch gave her.
His hand moved up to her breast, brushed along the sensitive skin, and a shiver of lust shot through her. He grasped her whole breast in one hand and pinched the nipple between two fingers. and a shock of lust shot through her.
Something flicked against her foot but Sierra ignored it. She wanted only to focus on the sensations Jack caused, but the annoying thing flicked against her foot again and she looked back.