Monday Smutty Goodness: Book Boyfriend Edition

Another Monday, another Book Boyfriend. I am so happy that I found a couple of new ones over the past week. I went absolutely gaga over this new one after I read his book! He is something special for sure!

Book Boyfriend Of The Week
Hardy Cates

*SPOILERS AHEAD*

Hardy caressed and explored as if he were intent on discovering every detail of my body. I realized he was playing with me, lifting and turned me, pressing kisses in unexpected places. He was so strong, his body sleek and beautiful in the muted light. I crawled over him and rubbed my nose and chin into the springy-soft fur of his chest. I trailed my fingers to his midriff, where the skin was satin-smooth and taut over bands of muscle. And lower, to the edge of his jeans...and lower still, to the part of him I was nervous of.

Watching my face, hardy eased slowly onto his back, allowing me to explore him. I touched him over his jeans, hesitantly tracing the jut of his erection. His breath roughened, and I sensed how difficult it was for him to hold himself in check. My fingers wandered to the base of the shaft, where the flesh was weighted and tight-mounded, and I heard him give a soft grunt. A dart of excitement went through me as I realized how much he liked that, and I did it again, circling my palm over the taut denim.

A laughing groan escaped him. "You're trying to torture me, aren't you?"

I shook my head. "Just trying to learn you."

He pulled me farther over his chest, guided my head to his, and gave another of those insatiable kisses, until I was rising and falling with the rhythm of his breathing as if i were floating on ocean waves. He reached down to his jeans and unfastened them.

I hesitated and slid my hand down to grip him gingerly. At this point there was no doubt that Hardy was built to scale all over. It was, as Todd would say, quite a package. But instead of greeting the discovery with a hallelujah, I grimaced. "You're a lot for me to manage," I said doubtfully. "I wish I could start with something smaller and gradually trade up."

"Can't help you there, hone." Hardy sounded breathless. "That one's not available in a mid-sized edition." He urged me over to my front, and I felt his mouth on my back, kissing and nibbling along my spine."

***

Softly, "Don't you want to try it?"

I squeaked as he pinned my legs, holding them wide.

Hardy gave a low laugh, enjoying my discomfort. There was no doubt about it---I was in bed with the devil. "Give me five minutes," he coaxed.

"This is not up for negotiation."

"Why not?"

"Because---" I twisted and panted. "Because I'm about to die of embarrassment. I---No. I mean it, Hardy, this is---" My mind went blank as I felt him lick deep into that vulnerable, secret place. I managed a feeble push against his head. There was no dislodging him. "Hardy--" I tried again, but the delicate moist strokes opened the seam of closed flesh, and the pleasure was so acute I couldn't think or move. He followed the sensation to its center, using the tip of his tongue, and then he breathed on the throb and ache, steam fanning across wet skin. My heartbeat slammed so fast that I could barely hear his mocking whisper over the blood-rhythm in my ears.

"Still want me to stop, Haven?"

***

I drew my hands over his sides, his back, the muscles coiled and strong beneath my fingertips. "Don't hold back."

He began a careful rhythm, rooting out pleasure from the intimate channel where we were joined. One of his thrusts stoked a sensitive place, deep and low, and at the same time his body pressed the front of mine at just the right angle. A zing of delight went through me. I jerked in surprise and dug my fingers into Hardy's hips.

He lifted his head and smiled into my wide eyes. "Did I find a sweet spot?" he whispered, and did it again and again, and again, and to my everlasting embarrassment I couldn't keep quiet, groans climbing in my throat until my hips shuddered against his.




AHHHHH Hardy! There was so much more to this scene that was hot. Hardy has it going on! Here's more about the book:

Description of Hardy:

...he was wearing sweatpants and a damp T-sirt that clung to every line of his body. He was built but not beefy, just...powerful. Ripped. I could see indentations of muscle all down his back. His biceps strained the sleeves of his shirt.

He was a big, steaming male, and I could almost smell the salt and fresh sweat and hot skin from where I stood.

I wanted to taste him. I wanted to put my mouth on him, any part of him.

Favorite quotes from the book:

"Every encounter I had with Hardy Cates was beginning to feel like foreplay."

"You know what you smell on him Haven? Testosterone. It's leaking out of his pores."

"So far it's a dry hole, but I have a feeling we've got a wildcat on our hands."

My favorite line in the book. It's so sweet:

"Just you," Hardy said when he got his breath back. "All I want is you."

A big thanks to my girls Andrea and Donyale for introducing me to this awesome series! It's called The Travises and it's about a family of 3 brothers and 1 sister. There are other characters such as Hardy that are part of their lives and I absolutely loved it! I read all 3 books back to back and could not put them down. I hope you get a chance to read it.


See you next week!