Week 3 My Sexy Saturday @donna_michaels #MySexySaturday

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Each Saturday at My Sexy Saturday...expect to have your senses titillated with hot writing, tame to sensual to explicit, from authors near and far. One does not always have to take their clothes off for something to be sexy. Everyone has their own idea of sexy. Each author will post 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words of sexiness from a WIP, current release, backlist...etc. You get the idea.

This week, I'm sharing a snippet from my contemporary time-shift: CAPTIVE HERO (Time-shift Heroes Series-Book One), a finalist in the 2012 RONE Awards for Best Time Travel.

 



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The fierce longing darkening his eyes kicked her pulse clean into orbit. Shit.

“Y-you’re going to…”

“Kiss you.” A deliciously wicked grin spread across his lips. He cupped her face and drew close. “Yes, Samantha, I am.”

Anticipation trembled through her as she palmed his chest in a last ditch effort to interject some sanity. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“I think it’s a great idea,” he said against her lips before pressing her into the cushions and kissing her long and deep.

He tasted of whiskey and hot…so very hot. She was hot. They were roasting. A half moan, half whimper…a mimper…a woan...rumbled in her throat. She hadn’t realized how much she wanted the connection, needed the connection until that very moment.

With a hand in her hair, Mitch tipped her head, deepening the kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth while his other hand slowly glided down her side to settle on her hip.

All coherent thought, their situation, the cabin, time… everything faded away except for the wild pounding of her heart.

Only too happy to reciprocate, she moved a hand around his back and the other up into his hair, pressing against his hard body as their tongues intertwined. The kiss was a wonderful idea. Incredible idea. Best damn idea since space travel.

Too bad the timing sucked.

With great reluctance and a heavy dose of common sense, Sam broke away and drew in a huge amount of air. That helped, but not much. Now he was kissing a path down her throat, sending shiver after shiver straight to her toes. The grip he had on her hip loosened and his fingers slipped under her shirt to lightly stroke the skin below her bra, his thumb brushing the underside of her breast.

Oh, sweet mercy.  Did she really have to make him stop?

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