New release: Kiss the Frog

Alice Gaines_Kiss Frog_500x750Pity sex with the shyest student in the lab?

That’s what Felice Larson’s friends have blackmailed her into. Dev VonRamsberg seems nice enough, if you can see past the hair that hangs in his face, the glasses, and the corduroy slacks. It’ll be embarrassing for her and possibly humiliating for him, but if Felice doesn’t follow through, the others will let their professor know she ditched on a critical research trip. So she borrows a key and lets herself into Dev’s apartment in the middle of the night and promptly gets the surprise of her life.

Christian Devlin Philippe Pascal VonRamsberg, Crown Prince, and Heir Apparent to the Throne of Danislova, has lusted after his co-student, Felice Larson, for months but hasn’t followed through because of his obligations back home. But now that she’s literally snuck into his bed, he takes full advantage, much to their mutual delight. Dev’s been hiding out in plain sight in the United States so he can get his graduate degree and enjoy a more or less normal life before he has to return to Danislova to fulfill his duties to his country. He never expected to fall for an American woman, but now that he has, how can he give her a happy ending?

Christian Devlin Philippe Pascal VonRamsberg, the Crown Prince and Heir Apparent to the Throne of Danislova slept lightly. The trait had persisted in his family from centuries ago when missing the subtlest clues from one’s surroundings could mean death by any number of gruesome means. The threat no longer persisted, but vigilance still served him well. He’d realized the moment someone came into his room. The soft footfalls and the pitch to her breathing told him the intruder was a woman. Until she neared the bed, he hadn’t fixed her identity, but the moment he caught her scent, he recognized his visitor. Felice.

Fascinating. A woman only crept into a man’s bedroom for mischief, and with any luck, she’d come here with the best sort of naughtiness in mind. He’d held himself back from approaching this particular woman for months, and now she’d come to him.

Lying perfectly still, he allowed her to crawl into his bed and press her body against his. Her naked body. More and more fascinating. The perfume that belonged only to her surrounded him. Roses, with a hint of spice and musk. Whether it came from her soap or her cologne, the scent always drew him to her. And it always produced the same reaction. An embarrassing one for a classroom or the lab. It fit much better in his bed.

He’d already been half-hard from a dream that had evaporated the moment she woke him. Now, his cock swelled to full length and readiness. She could have only one reason to be here, obviously. He’d have to find out later why she’d taken it into her head to seduce him. He had more pressing matters to deal with now, namely, taking full advantage of what she offered. He’d do that, certainly. He’d give her a lot more than she’d bargained for.

Though he kept his eyes closed, he’d memorized her appearance well enough to picture how she looked lying next to him. Her straight, blonde hair would hang over her shoulders to the swell of the breasts that blue sweater of hers showed off to such good effect. In the dim light, the green of her eyes wouldn’t show, but he could imagine them glowing with the heat of arousal. And her pale skin would have flushed along her cheeks and throat. She always looked and smelled like a confection, one he’d finally get to enjoy, if only for tonight.

He smiled inwardly as she began some tentative explorations. Her breast nestled against his ribs, the nipple stiffening, as her hand wandered his back. Fingertips traced a path down the center to his waist and back up to the base of his skull. Her lips pressed against his shoulder and then traveled along the top to his neck. She had to stretch to reach his ear. Once there, she nibbled on his earlobe. Her breath went into his ear, and he let out an involuntary moan. Too late to pull it back. She must realize he was awake. He’d take over now.

Giving into temptation he’d resisted for so long, he lifted his arm and pulled her beneath him. Her gasp of surprise sounded exactly how he‘d imagined. How many times had he awakened in the middle of the night to a fantasy of doing exactly this—of fitting their bodies together, her softness against him everywhere? He claimed her mouth in a kiss, finally tasting the lips that had distracted him so much during seminars. She had a way of pursing them when lost in thought that made him ache to ease them apart with his tongue.

He’d imagined how sweet she’d taste, but he couldn’t have anticipated how quickly she’d respond. She ran her hands under his arms and around his shoulders to raise herself to him while she explored his mouth. When she let out a sigh, he took the opportunity to slide his tongue along the seam of her lips. Their breath mingled as the scent of roses filled his nostrils and fogged his brain. Already, he’d slipped from reality into a world of rising arousal, and the way her fingertips dug into his shoulders told him she’d followed.

Delicious. Even better than he’d dreamed. She’d come to him on her own, and now, her body seemed to vibrate with the same need that built inside him. As heat rose between them and around them, he released her mouth and placed his lips against her ear.

“Felice,” he whispered, just to hear the sound of her name in his bedroom. As she’d done to him, he blew softly into her ear. In response, she arched against him, obviously as excited by the caress as he’d been.

“Dev?” His name came out on a gasp.

“Mm.” As he nibbled his way down her neck, he shifted so that he could cover one breast with his palm.

“Is that really you?”

“You were expecting someone else?”

“No…it’s just…oh, that feels so good.”

“That’s the general idea, I believe.” He rolled her nipple under his palm, and when she gave him another happy sigh, he slid lower along her body so that he could take the hardened tip into his mouth.

Making love with Felice was a hugely bad idea. He couldn’t become involved with anyone in the United States, not with his obligations at home. Still, she had invaded his bedroom. Refusing her now would amount to out-and-out rejection. He couldn’t do that to her, and honestly, his body wasn’t going to allow him to do it to himself, either. His hottest fantasy had come to life and was currently beginning to squirm beneath him. It would take the willpower of a saint to stop at this point, and he was no saint.

That resolved, he moved to the other breast and gave it the same loving, all the while skimming his hands over her ribs and down her side to her hips. She was soft everywhere, curved in the way he most enjoyed. How many times had he caught quick glimpses of her? The way faded denim caressed her ass, enticing him to cup her buttocks. He did it now, running his palms underneath and massaging the flesh. The action parted her legs, and he fitted himself between them. She did nothing to resist but only made more room for him.

Oh yes. This could get really interesting. He went exploring, pulling himself downward and running his tongue along the center of her body. He stopped briefly at her navel and planted kisses all over her belly. She had to recognize his destination. His deepest desire involved her pussy against his face, and by all appearances, he’d have it. He could eat her to his heart’s content, until she climaxed hard enough to make her scream. By God, after all these months of wanting and imagining and dreaming, he could finally hear the sounds of her orgasm.

Lower still, he burrowed his nose into the hairs that covered her sex. Her scent had changed to the perfume of an aroused woman…complex and heady. When he brushed her lips with his fingers, the tips came away wet. Such a gift, an honor. She wanted him.

Pride swelled in his chest. He wouldn’t disappoint her.

“Dev?” she whispered. “Are you going to…”

He took a breath of her incredible perfume. “I certainly hope so.”

“Oh.” The sound was half-gasp, half-cry. “I just wondered.”

He chuckled and then bent to his work…his utmost pleasure. Slowly, he dragged his tongue over her lips from the back to the front, probing for the hard nub. Ah, there. She stiffened, and this time her cry wasn’t half anything. After a moment, her hips relaxed against the sheet, her legs falling farther apart.

He continued, this time separating her lips with his fingers. Now more exposed, her clitoris fairly begged for his caress, so he flicked the tip of his tongue against it. Softly, barely touching the little bundle of nerves. Her hands found his head, the fingers burrowing into his hair while her breath grew rapid and harsh.

A highly aroused woman. The pride of any real man. And the more excited she became, the more his own sex craved entrance into hers. This may have started as an exercise in tantalizing her, but he’d need the inevitable coupling as much as she did by the time it finally happened.

“Don’t stop,” she said.

“Not until you’ve finished.” Of course, finishing her would nearly finish him. He’d watched and wanted this woman for months, although it felt as if he’d lusted after her for his whole life.

He continued, this time stroking her more firmly, still toying with her. She needed to climax, and he needed to hear her cries ringing in his ears. But for right now, he could enjoy listening to her breath coming in ragged gasps, rising in pitch. Signaling the approaching orgasm. Quickly, he slipped a finger inside her and probed while he continued pressing against her most sensitive flesh. Her muscles tightened around him as her releasing cry built. She’d reached the pinnacle, so he sucked her clitoris into his mouth to make it as good as he could.

The storm broke. The walls of her pussy gripped his finger rhythmically for long seconds. A powerful climax. And yes, she screamed. Exactly what he’d wanted for her first time with him. He stayed with her until she finished and then pulled himself up beside her.

When he tugged her into his arms, she sighed and pressed her face against his chest. “Oh. My. God.”

He stroked her back. “Good?”

“Amazing. I can’t believe…” She pushed herself back and stared into his face. Even in the dim light, he couldn’t miss her expression. Astonishment and confusion. “You’ve done that before.”

“Yes, I rather think so.”

She slapped a palm against his chest. “You’re not a virgin.”

“Who told you I was?”

“Well, everyone. I mean they assumed….that is…”

Hm. Everyone. That would mean the rest of the students in the lab. He ought to be angry, but he’d have to get over being highly aroused first.

“Assuming,” he said. “That’s dangerous, no?”

She stared at him for several more seconds. “You are Dev VonRamsberg, aren’t you?”

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