Monday Smutty Goodness: Book Boyfriend Edition

Happy New Year! Treat yourself to some smutty goodness on this Monday courtesy of my favorite contemporary romance author, Jill Shalvis!

Book Boyfriend of the week: 

Brady Miller

"More," she demanded.

"Thought you'd never ask." He rolled her beneath him and pinned her to the mattress beneath his welcome weight, sliding all the way home.

"I thought I was in charge," she managed to say, her hands sliding up the hard muscles of his biceps.

"My turn."

The timbre of his voice when he was aroused was like a caress as he began to move in exactly the right rhythm to drive her out of her mind. Combined with his talented mouth on hers, and a clever calloused thumb oh so unerringly stroking her at ground zero, she was a goner, and she burst into orgasm with a startled cry.

"Again," he demanded while she was still trying to put herself back together.

"I know it's your turn and all," she panted. "But you should know...I don't take direction as well as you do." He trust deeper now, harder, pulling back each time until he was just barely inside her, making her clutch at him. It was torment, it was ecstasy, the feel of his hard body taking her on a ride like she'd never experienced before. "Brady..."

"I know." Pushing up on his knees, he dragged her up with him so that she was straddling his lap. The new angle had him touching a spot that she hadn't even know she had, and she arched back, crying out, lost in the sensations, lost in him.

Sliding his hand into her hair, he lifted her to him, staring deeply into her eyes. His mouth came down on hers, hot and demanding, pretty much just like the man himself. His hands were still holding her, completely controlling their movements, which should have been annoying. Instead, it turned her on, big-time. Her breasts were crushed to his chest, her nipples hard and aching, sending bolts of pleasure to her core every time he moved against her. His breath was hot on her neck, his teeth scraping along her throat, his muscles flexing as his hips rolled into hers.

"Open your eyes." His voice caressed her as surely as his work-roughened hands did. "Open your eyes and come with me."

GAH!  I love Brady Miller and because of his hotness I made him a book boyfriend in 2011.  I'm so looking forward to reading so many awesome books this year and discovering new book boyfriends.  I hope you enjoyed and trust me when I say that you will want to read the rest of this book!

Monday Smutty Goodness: Meet My New Book Boyfriend!

I have a new book boyfriend!  It's been a while but yes, I have found another that has lived up to my smutty expectations!  You know a book boyfriend of my choosing must past many vigorous tests in order to be placed in my harem.  Well my newest has passed all of those tests and more!

I first saw the cover of this book at AAD Philly and I just couldn't stop thinking about it.  I have a couple of magnets of this cover and since I'm married and have kids, I couldn't put it on my refrigerator. (Poo!)  So I asked my mom to put it one on hers and when I visit her I get to drool while looking at it.  (Yay!)

Book Boyfriend of the week:

Francis McKade aka Kade

I wanted the cover really big so that you can think of 

Kade while you are reading his scene.

Francis McKade is a man in lust. He’s had a crush on his best friend’s little sister for years but he has never acted on it. Besides that fact that she’s Malachi’s sister, he’s a Seal and he learned his lesson with his ex-fiancé. Women do not like being left alone for long months at a time. Still, at a wedding in Hawaii anything can happen—and does. Unfortunately, after the best night of his life, he and Mal are called away to one of their most dangerous missions.

Shannon is blown over by Kade. She’s always had a crush on him and after their night together, it starts to feel a little like love. But, after the mission, Kade never calls or writes and she starts to wonder if it was all a dream. Until one night, her brother Mal drags him into her bar and grill and Shannon gets the shock of her life.

Kade isn’t the man Shannon knew in Hawaii, or even the last few years. Twelve hours of torture changes a man, especially one who had never felt so vulnerable. He still can’t shake the terror that keeps him up at night. Worse, he is realizing that the career he loves just might be over.

Shannon is still mad, but she can’t help but hurt for the man she loves. He is darker, a bit more dangerous, but beneath that, he is the Kade she's known for so many years. When he pushes her to her limits in the bedroom, Shannon refuses to back down. One way or another, this military man is going to learn there is no walking away from love—not while she still has breath in her body.

WARNING! HOT SCENE!

And scene...

"I didn't say you could come."

She wanted to yell at him, but he gently slapped her pussy.  The act would get a normal man yelled at, but he had her so aroused, ribbons of lust slipped over her flesh and down into her bones at the action.  He did it again and her body responded even more willingly.

"Damn," he said.  Without explanation, he set his mouth against her, slipping his hands beneath her rear end and pulling her up.  Relentlessly, he assaulted her senses, pushing her almost to the pinnacle but pulling back just in time to keep her from reaching it.  Over and over he teased, pushing her right up to the edge, but not allowing her relief.

She moved against him, pressing her cunt as hard as she could against his mouth.  The way he was holding her, she really couldn't get leverage.

By the time he lifted his head and set her down on the mattress, she was out of her mind.  The only thing she could think of was release.  She would do anything to feel the rush of her orgasm.

He slipped his fingers into her sex.  "Come for me, baby.  Do it."

*****

She was still shivering moments later when he grabbed a condom and donned it.  Without any words, he flipped her over onto her stomach, pulled her up to her knees, and entered her from behind.

His hands gripped her hips as he thrust in and out of her with such force that the headboard banged against the wall.  After her two intense orgasms, she thought another would be impossible, but he smacked her ass.  The action sent a mixture of pleasure and pain.  He did it again, thrusting even harder into her, and she screamed as another release slammed through her.  Afer a few more thrusts, he shouted her name and followed her.

Several minutes later, he pulled out of her, got rid of the condom, then settled beside her on the bed.  He pulled her into his arms, and she cuddled closer.

"Hoo-rah," he said, his voice filled with sleepy satisfaction.


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Monday Smutty Goodness: Meet My New Book Boyfriend!

Ladies and gentlemen, I want to introduce you to my newest book boyfriend.  Now you're probably wondering why I haven't talked about him before.  Well his book just came out last week and although I had read this story a while ago, I couldn't talk about him until now.  I'm currently writing the review for the book and will have it on the blog soon.

Just a warning, Diskant is a very dirty talker...
and I LOVE a dirty talker! *wink*

Book Boyfriend of the week:

Diskant Black

Diskant led them down a hall and entered an empty office. As soon as they were inside he closed the door, tossed her bag to the ground and turned a lock. She mirrored him, plopping the helmet beside the duffel.

There were no words. One moment she was standing beside him, shivering in anticipation. The next she was bent over the desk, her shoes, jeans and panties gone, leaving her lower half naked and entirely vulnerable to the two-hundred-plus pounds of sexed male directly behind her.

Somewhere in the back of her mind her all-but-forgotten modesty reminded her that there were people outside in the bar, all of whom were probably aware of what she was doing. Strangely enough, she told that part of herself to zip it and leave well enough alone. Finally she was going to ease the unrelenting madness. She wanted to feel the heat of his skin against her, the firm, unrelenting length and width of his cock inside her.

“You’re so beautiful.” He pressed his chest into her back, forcing her to lie flat on the desk.

She remained there when he rose and she felt his hands cup her ass, his fingers curving over and carving a path along her skin, leaving tendrils of electricity in their wake. A quick swipe of the tip of his cock along the lips of her sex and he was pressing inside, that hard ridge of velvet steel spreading and filling her until she rose on her toes to take him deeper. Like this, she felt as if they were truly connected, in a way she’d never been before.

Diskant groaned and rolled his hips. “Damn, you feel good.”

Gripping the edge of the desk, she pushed back as he moved forward until all she could hear was the steady slap of skin meeting skin. The softness of his sac slapped her clit, creating new, dizzying waves of pleasure. She shifted slightly to the left and felt him stroke the spot inside that made her crazy, the wide length pressing against her until she welcomed the intense burning in her belly that signified ecstasy was close.

The room spun as he pulled free and turned her around. She wrapped her arms around his neck when he cupped her hips and lifted her until her legs were situated snugly around his waist. A smooth thrust joined them once more and he carried her to the nearest wall. His hand came down and plucked her clit, his index finger and thumb heightening her ecstasy with exquisite, expert touches.

“You like that?” His expression was one of passion as his thrusts continued, and his voice was distorted and thick.

“Yes,” she whispered and watched the muscles rope and cord in his neck as he supported her weight, adjusting her so that he went deeper and deeper.

A firm yank sent her into his chest and she lapped at the visible skin along his shoulder before pulling at the leather jacket to reveal more tanned flesh. She teased the surface with tiny nips of her teeth. An encompassing heat spread through her from belly to pussy. The impulse to bite and mark him as her own was too powerful to ignore and she chose the fleshy spot that connected the neck and shoulder. She bathed the area with her tongue, cleansing his skin, and pulled her lips back as her teeth sank deep.

His hoarse, elated cry as she bit down was accompanied by a metallic bitterness on her tongue. She bit harder in response, forcing her dull incisors and canines into the giving flesh, driven by the taste of blood and the smells of sweat and sex. An unrecognizable growl rose in her throat, as if she contained an animal of her own beneath her skin. She rotated her hips, pressing against him until he was lodged so deeply inside that he felt as if he was a part of her.

“Fuck, yes.” Diskant continued thrusting as he mirrored her and claimed the unmarked side of her neck. His teeth sank deep and she felt her body begin to peak, that delicious warmth spreading from her womb beyond.

Since I like Diskant and his dirty talking so much, I thought I would include a snippet so you could see for yourself.  Trust me when I say that this is just one scene and there are lots of others. ;)

“Do you have any idea what that scent does to me?” His voice changed, so throaty the vowels were distorted. “It drives me mad smelling you, knowing your cunt is dripping wet and hot as hell. If it were possible I’d go down on you at the same time I fucked you. That way I could taste your cream when you came around my cock.”

To quote the author Aline Hunter aka JA Saare:

This ain't your momma's romance!

WORD!

Available to buy at:  Ellora's Cave, Amazon, B&N
Aline Hunter:  Website

Monday Smutty Goodness Revisited!

It's back!!!!  I haven't done a Monday Smutty Goodness post in a while since I've been so busy reading and writing reviews for books.  But it's time to have some fun and I have someone to thank for this.  I met Jen D. from Not Now I'm Reading blog at AADPhilly and while she was there, she tweeted me to thank me for a past Monday Smutty Goodness post.  Because she read that post, she was able to answer a question at the Guest the Sex scene panel.  The post that she remembered was the hot Vishous and Jane bathroom scene.  (Click here for a reminder.)  You see Jen made me realize that I need to take the time and share the smut once again.  The smutty part of me is just as important as the serious part and when I don't give it the time it deserves, I'm neglecting such a wonderful part of me. Thank you Jen!

Click on the pic above to be taken to
Jen's blog and show her some love!

Jen you're awesome and I'm so happy
that I got the chance to meet you at AADPhilly!

This smutty scene is for you!

*WARNING*  You saw the content warning right?  Good. *wink*

Xcore, Throe, and a very lucky lady of the night named Kandy!  Girllllllll!

A blunt head pushed into her as hands lifted her hips off the mattress and got her on all fours.  God, he was huge---and she braced herself for a hammering as a palm rode up her spine and fingers threaded through her short hair.  He was going to yank her head back, but she didn't care.  She just wanted even more of him inside---
Except he didn't get rough and he didn't move right away. Instead, he stroked her as if he liked the feel of her flesh, running his hand down onto her shoulders and again around to her waist...and then down further to her wet sex. And when he entered her fully, it was on a smooth slide, and he even gave her a second to get used to his girth and length.
Then he locked onto her hips with his palms and got with the fucking. Just as his friend pushed himself under her to suck on her hanging breasts.
With the pace intensifying, her nipples whipped back and forth across the mouth of the one underneath her to the beat of the slapping hips that hit her ass over and over again. Faster. Harder. Faster---
"Fuck me," she barked. "Oh, fuck, yeah---"
Abruptly, the one lying on the mattress pivoted himself, repositioned her and filled her mouth with the largest cock she'd ever swallowed.
She actually had an orgasm.
They kept going like this and she was going to tip them.
*****
She was the one who reached for his silent, commanding friend, bringing his cock to her mouth, pulling him out of his role of spectator and into her once again.
He was so big that she had to stretch her jaw to fit him in, and he tasted fantastic---nothing like she'd had before. Sucking on him as his buddy fucked her good, she was all about the sensations of being filled, of being invaded by hard, blunt cocks that rocked her body.
*****
Next thing she knew, her knees were up at her ears and the one with the cash was going for broke in the best possible way. And then his boss was at her lips again, pressing in, wanting more. Which she was perfectly happy to give him.
Staring at them as they moved in sync, she felt a passing fear. Curled beneath them, she had the sense that they could snap her in half if they so inclined.
But they didn't hurt her.
And it went on and on, the two of them trading places again and again. They'd obviously done this a lot, and God, she was so giving them her number.
*****

Throe spoke quietly. "Satisfied?"

"Aye. She was well and good."

"I'm glad---"

Was it as good for you as it was for me?!  HOLY MOLY that J.R. Ward can write some great scenes!  I'm anxiously awaiting Tohr's book to see what awesomeness will be in it.  I hope you enjoyed!  And Kandi, you are one lucky bitch!  ;)

Monday Smutty Goodness: Book Boyfriend Edition

Welcome back to another week of
Monday Smutty Goodness!

Now I haven't done this feature on the blog for a while. I've been through must of my Book Boyfriends already *snickers*, but I have a few new ones, so now it's time to put them in the spotlight.  This weeks BB is part of a new and exciting series by an author that I got the chance to meet last month.  She was a total sweetheart and I can see myself buying everything that she releases in the future.

Book Boyfriend of the Week:

Knox Devereaux

"Tell me you're mine."
...Pretending she hadn't heard him, she reached up and tried to pull him down for a kiss.
He shook her off, then withdrew from her body completely, making her muscles clench with the effort to hold him inside.
Felicia whimpered.  "No!"
Knox slowly pushed his way back into her, cleaving past the muscles that had just tightened to hold him in.  She spread her legs wider, then closed them, hugging his hips with her thighs even as he remained motionless.  She wrapped her arms around him tightly to prevent him from pulling away from her again.
"I want you to say it, Felicia."
Felicia shook her head.  He trust into her several times and reached down, playing with her clitoris.  She let out a low scream.  "Knox, please."
He repeated his game of retreat and penetration, moving and rearranging her limbs as it suited him.
She was close.  So close.
Each oscillating thrust of his hips ended with a plea from her lips.
Please.  Please.  Please.
But he was ruthless.
"Not until you tell me."
She tried looking away.  He cradled her face in his hands and turned it back to his.  "Give it to me, Felicia.  Give me everything."  Bending down, he kissed the medallion that even now rested against her skin.  "Tell me you're mine."
His hips were thrusting again.  Still.  A steady, strong rhythm that was making her catapult toward pleasure faster than she could breathe while still holding it just out of reach.
His own face contorted, and she could tell he was close to losing control.
"Please, Felicia.  Tell me!  Please."
Felicia bit her lip at the small tremors that started to run through her.  Through him.
She was done in by the force of his response.  She couldn't hold back and longer.  They both knew she was his anyway.  Had been almost from the beginning.
She reached up and caressed his face. She nodded, "I'm yours.  I'm yours, I'm yours."  She said it again.  And again.  Until she was screaming out her orgasm.
Knox's hips worked faster and faster, slamming against Felicia violently until h pushed down in one final thrust, grinding himself into her as if to sustain the pleasure for a lifetime.  For an eternity of eternities.

Knox really made her work for it didn't he?!  Whew!  *fans face*  If you haven't read this book yet you must.  Here is my review of Chosen By Blood so you can see how much I enjoyed it:  Review

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Monday Smutty Goodness: Fav Series Edition!

Next up is the man with the amethyst eyes and mohawk.  He is just too cool for words and loved when he hung out with the brothers.  I hope we get to see him more in the future books.

Rehvenge aka Rehv

Book 6

Black Dagger Brotherhood

Triggered by the feeding, his vampire nature plowed over everything, a male's need to mark what he wanted, to establish sexual territory, to dominate, taking over and driving him to rip down her slacks, pull up one of hter legs, position his cock at her entrance of her sex---

And push his way into her.

Ehlena let out another keening cry as he penetrated her.  She was incredibly tight, and fearing her might hurt her, he fell still so her body could accommodate him.

"Are you okay?" hje asked, his voice so guttural he didn't know if she could understand him.

"Don't...stop...."Ehlena wrapped her legs around his ass, angling herself so he could get in ever deeper.

The growl that came out of him echoed around the bedroom--until he latched back onto her throat.

Although, even in the fury of the feeding and the sex, Rehv was careful with her--nothing like he was with the princess. Rehv slid in and out gently, making sure Ehlena was comfortable with his size. When it came to his blackmailer? He wanted to impart pain. With Ehlena? He'd castrate himself with a rusty knife before he hurt her.

Trouble was, she moved with him as he drank his fill of her, and the wild friction of their bodies soon overwhelmed him, his hips no longer surging carefully but pounding--until he had to release her vein or run the risk of tearing her open at the neck. After a couple of laps at his puncture marks, he dropped his head down into her hair and went for it hard and deep and strong.

Ehlena orgasmed, and as he felt the draws gripping along the shaft of his cock, his own release shot up from his sac...which he couldn't let happen. Before his barb engaged, he pulled out, coming all over her sex and her lower belly.

When it was over, he collapsed on top of her, and it was a while before he could talk.

"Ah...shit...I'm sorry. I must be heavy."

Ehlena's hands slid up his bak. "You're wonderful, actually."

*****

His erection was hot and hard against the back of her thigh, and he was rubbing it against her. She knew what was coming next, and she welcomed him as he rolled on top of her, mounted her, found his way between her legs.  As he sank in deep and moved with sleepy instinct, her body echoed his rhythm and her arms went around his neck.

There were bite marks on his throat. A lot of them.

Bite marks on hers as well.

She closed her eyes, losing herself once again in Rehvenge...in them.

"Oh, God, Ehlena...I'm coming..."

As Rehv's body jackhammered against her, she held on to her mate and let the sex take over, knowing that hard thoughts and sharp anxiety would be waiting for her on the other side of the orgasm. She heard her name being called out as Rehv released and then felt that exciting, rushing grab as he engaged deep within her..

All she had to do was think of it and her own orgasm erupted, carrying her over the edge.

When they were both satiated, Rehvenge rolled to the side, being careful not to try to separate them too soon. As his amethyst eyes focused properly, he brushed her hair back from her face.

"Perfect way to wake up," he murmured.

"I agree."


Gotta love the barb. *wink*

Monday Smutty Goodness: Fav Series Edition!

It's time to visit with another one of my favorite series, The Black Dagger Brotherhood.  Up next is book 4 in the series, Butch's book.  

Butch

Book 4

Black Dagger Brotherhood

Pressure and release, pressure and release, a little deeper each time.  She closed her eyes, feeling his body moving on top of her, inside of her.  This time the stretching, the way her interior yielded to him, the fullness, struck her as delicious, not scary.  On instinct, she arched and as her hips cam back to level, she realized that his pelvis and her had come together.

She lifted her head and looked down.  He was all the way in.

"How does it feel?  You all right?"  Butch's voice was ragged as his muscles flickered under sweat-soaked skin.  And then his erection jerked.

A stinging pleasure lit off deep inside of her and she moaned.  "Dear Virgin in the Fade...do that again.  I can feel you when you do that."

"I have a better idea."

As he drew his hips back, she grabbed onto his shoulders to stop the sliding retreat.  "No, don't stop--"

He moved forward, pushing back into her flesh, filling her once more.  Marissa's eyes popped and she shuddered, especially as he went again with the retreat and advance.

"Yes..." she said.  "Better.  This is even better."

She watched him as he rode her so carefully, his pecs and his arms flexed up hard, his belly muscles curlind and uncurling as his hips rolled into her and relented.

"Oh...Butch."  The vision of him, the feel of him.  She closed her eyes so she could concentrate on every little thing.

God, she hadn't expected sex to sound so erotic.  With her lids closed, she heard the catch of his breath, the soft creaking of the bed, the rustle of the sheets as he repositioned one of his arms.

With every push and pull, she was getting hotter.  And so was he.  In no time, his slick skin went fever-baked and he began to breathe in short sucks of air.

"Marissa?"

"Yes..." she sighed.

She felt his hand go between their bodes. "Come for me baby.  I want to feel you come like this."

He started in with a wicked, licking touch while keeping up with the slow pump.  Within moments, lighting gathered in her core and exploded, blasting out all over her, the orgasm locking her onto him in a series of contractions.

"Oh...yeah," he said hoarsely.  "Grab onto me.  That's what I like...shit."

Okay, enough of Butch and Marissa.  We really want to read about Butch and V right?!!  Well here ya go!

Vishous stepped in close and slid his hand from Butch's shoulder to the back of his neck.  "Your flesh," V breathed.  Then he paused, as if asking for something.

Without thinking, Butch tilted his chin up, aware that he was offering himself, aware that he...oh, fuck.  He stopped his thoughts, completely weirded out by the vibe that had sprung up from God only knew where.

In slow motion Vishous's dark head dropped down and there was a silken brush as his goatee moved against Butch's throat.  With delicious precision, V's fangs pressed against the vein that ran up from Butch's heart, then slowly, inexorably, punched through skin.  Their chests merged.

Butch closed his eyes and absorbed the feel of it all, the warmth of their bodies so close, the way V's hair felt soft on his jaw, the slide of a powerful male arm as it slipped around his waist.  On their own accord, Butch's hands left the pegs and came to rest on V's hips, squeezing the hard flesh, bringing them together from head to foot.  A tremor went through one of them.  Or maybe...shit, it was more like they both shuddered.


Gawds!  That was hot!  I love V and Butch so much!  But, I do have to say that I loved how Butch and Marissa's scene was done.  I thought the words used to describe the act made it even hotter!  I gotta say it again, I LOVE this series!

Monday Smutty Goodness: Fav Series Edition!

I'm back with another great scene from one of my favorite series, The Black Dagger Brotherhood!  This scene is from one of the most liked brothers, Zsadist! 

Zsadist aka Z

Book 3

Black Dagger Brotherhood

And then he dropped his head and held on for dear life, getting lost in the sensation of her tight, slick sex.  His body took over, his hips moving like pistons, the punishing, grinding rhythm creating a mighty pressure in his balls and a burning in his lover belly.

Oh god ... A release was coming for him.  Just as it had in the bathroom when she'd held on as he pumped.  Only hotter.  Wilder.  Out of control.

"Oh, Jesus!" he hollered.

Their bodies were slapping together and he was mostly blind and he was sweating all over her and the bonding scent was a screaming roar in his nose ... And then she called his name and seized up under him.  Her core grabbed onto him in spasms that milked him until -- Oh, shit, God, no --

On reflex he tried to pull out, but the orgasm tackled him from behind, shooting up his spine and nailing him in the back of the head just as he felt the release bullet out of his body into hers.  And the damn thing didn't stop.  He came in great waves, pouring into her, filling her up.  There was nothing he could do to stop the eruptions even through he knew what he was spilling into her.

When the last shudder left him, he lifted his head.  Bella's eyes were closed, her breathing even, the deep grooves in her face gone.

Her hands ran up his ribs and onto his shoulders, and she turned her face into his bicep with a sigh.  The quiet in the room, in her body, was jarring.  So ws the fact that he'd ejaculated only because she'd made him feel...good.

Good?  No, that didn't go far enough.  She'd made him feel...alive.  Awakened.

*****

"What was it like?" Phury coughed a little.  "I mean, I want to know not because it was Bella.  It's just...I've heard a lot of rumors and I don't know what to believe."

As he turned and headed out of the room, he murmured, "She is more beautiful that I have words for."  He lifted his eyes to Phury's.  "And last night I was blessed beyond measure to serve her."


Oh Z!  *wipes tear from eye*  So this scene may not have been as smutty as some of the other scenes, but it truly touched every reader that loves this series.  Z is so special and I have to just say once again how much I love this series.  Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'll be saying this again next week.  ;)  BDB4EVA!

Monday Smutty Goodness: Fav Series Edition!

Since I've ran out of Book Boyfriends to write smutty scenes for, I've decided to move onto other hot guys that I love! So I've going to focus on scenes from some of my favorite series. First up is one of my very favorite series. I really can't stop talking about this series because it is so awesome! I'm just glad to know that I'm not the only one that feels this way.

I'm talking about the Black Dagger Brotherhood!  

BDB4EVA!  WOOT WOOT!!!!

Now I have 2 of it's members on my Book Boyfriend list and have 

already done their scenes, so I'll be doing the other Brothers in

order of the release of their books.  First up is HOLLYWOOD!!

Rhage aka Hollywood

Book 2

Black Dagger Brotherhood

She let him roll her over.  As he settled on top of her, the warm, heavy weight of him pressed into the cradle of her body where he was lodged.  He kissed her tenderly, licking at her with his tongue, cherishing her with his lips.  He was so gentle though he was immense inside of her and his body housed the kind of strength that could snap her in half.

"I won't finish this if you don't want me to," he whispered into her neck.  "I'll pull out right now."

She brought her hands up his back, feeling the shifting muscles and the expansion and compression of his ribs as he breathed.  She inhaled deeply and caught a lovely, erotic scent.  Dark, spicy, lush.  Between her legs she felt an answering rush of wetness, as if the fragrance were a touch or a kiss.

"What is that wonderful smell?"

"Me," he murmured against her mouth.  "It's what happens when a male bonds.  I can't help it.  If you let me keep going, it will be all over your skin, your hair. Inside of you, too."

With that, he thrust deeply.  She arched up to the pleasure, letting the heat flow throughout her body. 

"I can't go through tonight again," she moaned more to herself than to him.

Falling completely still, he took her hand and placed it on his heart.  "Never again, Mary.  I swear on my honor."

His eyes were grave, the vow as good a one as she would get from any living thing.  But the relief she felt at his pledge was trouble.

"I will not fall in love with you,"  she said.  "I can't let myself.  I won't."

"That's all right.  I'll love you enough fo the both of us."  He surged inside of her, filling her depths.

*****

"Don't you fear pain?" she asked.

"No.  But I'll tell you what scares the hell out of me.  Losing you."  He looked at her lips.  "Now do you want me to pull out?  Because I will."

"No.  Stay."  Mary kept her eyes open and brought his mouth to hers, slipping her tongue inside of him.

He trembled and started to move in a steady rhythm, penetrating and retreating, each time the thick head of him teetering on breaking their connection.

"You feel ... so perfect," he said, punctuating the words with his strokes.  "I was made to ... be inside of you."

The luscious scent coming from his body intensified as his pumping did, until all she could feel was him, all she could smell was him, all she could taste was him.

She called out his named as she climaxed, and she felt him go over the edge with her, his body shuddering into hers, his release as powerful as his thrusts had been, his orgasm pouring into her.

When he was still, he rolled them over so they were on their sides.  He gathered her close, so close she could hear the great beating heart in his chest.



Gosh I love his book!  If you would like to read the scene that I picked for Wrath click here, and for V click here.  Make sure to come back next week for Z's scene! 

Monday Smutty Goodness: Book Boyfriend Edition

Welcome back to another edition of Monday Smutty Goodness! Now I haven't done this post in a couple of weeks because I ran out of Book Boyfriends, but I have a new one and he is oh so hot!

Let me warn you, this is a NSFW post! There are many hot pics!

Book Boyfriend of the week:
Mick Riley

First of all let me just say that I will NEVER get tired of looking at this cover! I mean LOOK AT IT! It's pure perfection! The person that decided this should be the cover should get a freaking award or something. Nobel Peace Prize or something cause when I look at it, I feel at peace (among other things). That person as well as Jaci Burton has done a great service to those that love this cover!

Now this fine specimen above is Jed Hill. I thought it would be nice to include some luscious pics of him in football gear to go along with this post. So you can get a nice visual of Mick in your head. ;)   So this post is kind of a smutty/hottie post.

THOSE THIGHS! GOOD LAWD!

I should probably get to the scene huh? Here ya go:

Tara gripped the comforter with both hands, her entire body taut with tension and need as he dragged her jeans and panties down her legs. He spread her legs and crawled between them, draping them over his shoulders and planting his mouth over her sex.

"Did you touch yourself this week?" he asked, looking up at her.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Too busy."

"You should never be too busy to come, Tara."

"I need to come now." She reached down and slid her fingers into the softness of his hair.

"I like that you haven't come since you were with me." He kissed her thigh, then he put his mouth on her.

"Ohhhh" was all she could manage as he licked the length of her sex, his tongue and lips finding her clit. She was so read for an orgasm she arched against him, learning forward to touch him, to watch as he licked her, sucked her, slid his tongue inside her, and did every possible thing he could to take her right over the edge. He swirled his tongue over the most sensitive spot, relentless in taking her right there only to ease off until she was panting and begging to come.

And when she tugged at his hair, he fit his mouth around her and rolled his tongue flat and gave her just what she needed.

****

"You're wet. Do you know how wet and tight and hot you are?"

She didn't think his question required a response. She was too busy gasping as he moved inside her, so she couldn't have answered him. Her only reply was moving back, giving him more access to her.

Mick grabbed her hips to draw her against him. He leaned over to cup her breasts, pounding inside her with hard thrusts now. Tara fisted the comforter and braced herself again the edge of the bed as he pushed deep, then retreated, each time faster than before, each time taking her higher, his shaft seeming to swell inside her, brushing all her sensitive tissues.

She wanted to come with him inside her. She moved her hand between her legs and rubbed her clit, so filled with him that just touching herself made her climax draw closer.

Mick slowed down and took it easy then, wrapping one arm around her waist and rocking against her in an easy rhythm, seeming to know what she needed. She felt the pulses, felt her pussy grip him in a tight vise as she rolled over the edge with him.

And here is the original pic of the cover:

BLESS YOU JED HILL! BLESS YOU, YOUR MOMMA AND YOUR POPPA!

CAUSE THANKS TO THEM, WE GOT YOU!
MMMM...MMMM...MMMM!!

to the Jed lovahs!

Tigris
Dren (THIGHS)
Penny
LL
KMack
Dee
Spaz

I hope you enjoyed the post.  Mick is also the Book Boyfriend for the month of March over on The Order of Smut Vixens .  Mistress Spice and myself will be giving away a copy of The Perfect Play!  Make sure you check the post on the blog tomorrow.  I will also have a link to the giveaway here on my blog under Current Giveaways at the top of the blog on the right sidebar.

Monday Smutty Goodness: My Book Boyfriends Back!

Another one of my Book Boyfriends is back!

He's my favorite alien and I love him even though his girl wants to shoot me!

Book Boyfriend of the week:
Martini

"How badly do you want it?"

"More...than anything." This was true. When he had me like this, there was nothing I wanted more than to have him deep inside of me. Of course, I wanted the same thing when I wasn't on the edge of sexual insanity, too, but that wasn't important now.

His mouth covered mine, and his tongue slid in as his fingers slid out and moved around to my back. Martini let go of my wrists, slipped both hands down, cupped my bottom and lifted me up. As my legs released his, he stripped my underwear off. He spun us around, so my back was against the wall. His fingers kneaded my flesh as I kicked my shoes off.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist. He growled and pulled me closer to him while his mouth moved back to my neck. I managed to moan his name and grind my pelvis against his.

"That's what I want," he whispered against my neck. I writhed against him; his tongue and teeth were on a spot that turned me incoherent. Then his hands guided me onto him--the fireworks went off in my brain, and coherency wasn't something I was concerned about any more.

My hands clutched at him and my mouth was open, but this orgasm was so intense I couldn't make a sound. His mouth covered mine again as he wrapped his arms around me. His thrusts were hard and fast and kept my orgasm going.

Our kiss got deeper and more intense as my latest climax subsided. I ran my hands through his hair and rocked my hips to keep Martini as deep inside me as possible. We slammed into each other over and over.

***

Martini smiled against my mouth. "You worry too much."

"Mmmm, you always give me good reason."

"As long as it's always good."

"Always." He kissed me deeply again, and I decided to push worrying off for another long while.



Kitty you lucky woman you! Your man is something else and I love him so. Please don't shoot me!

It's time for the:



Colette (C aka Buckeye Girl Reads) who loves
Martini just as much as I do! She named her Kindle after him!

Tigris mah Doode!

To all the Martini lovahs out there in the world!

Last but not least, the wonderful Gini Koch for writing great characters!

Here is a link to Gini's website because I love her so! Gini is also having her 1st ever live chat over on Tigris Eden's website! The 1st chat is tonight at 8pm EST and you can find out more info by clicking on this link! There will also be another chat on Tigris' blog on 1/25/11 at 11:30am EST that will be moderated by moi! Click on the link that I just provided for more into about that chat! Hope to see you there!

Monday Smutty Goodness: My Book Boyfriend Is Back!

One of my absolute favorite Book Boyfriends is back and I'm so excited!

I am obsessed about him and I can't wait to read about him tomorrow!

Book Boyfriend of the week:
BARRONS!!

(Jericho Z. Barrons)

*WARNING* This scene contains profanity. If you're not a fan of it, beware!

"Woman, you make me crazied," he mutters.

We do this often. Get into childish arguments. He is stubborn, my beast.

"Open your eyes and say my name."

I squeeze them shut more tightly.

"It would make my cock hard to hear you say my name."

My eyes pop open. "Jericho Barrons," I say sweetly.

He makes a pained sound. "Bloody hell, woman, I think a part of me wants to keep you this way."

I touch his face. "I like how I am. I like how you are, too. When you are...What is that word you used? Cooperating."

"Tell me to fuck you."

I smile and comply. We're back in territory I understand.

"You didn't say my name. Say my name when you tell me to fuck you."

"Fuck me, Jericho Barrons."

"From now on, you will call me Jericho Barrons every time you speak to me."

He is a strange beast. But he gives me what I want, I suppose it will not kill me to do the same.

*--------------------------------------*FLATLINE*--------------------------------------*

Jericho Barrons! I would shout it from the rooftops if I could!

JERICHO BARRONS!!!

Y'all know what I'm talking about! ;) Now it's time for the:

TO ALL THE BARRON LOVAH'S! YEAHHHHH!
My girl Dren for giving me this great idea for including the song!

I can't wait to read Shadowfever and hear what everyone has to say about it!

Monday Smutty Goodness!

This week's smutty scene involves a naughty professor that likes to quote poetry and talk dirty.

"Want more?" he growled, his face stark with pleasure.

"All of you."

"Yes!" A hiss sped from his lips and he thrust deep.

Her hips vaulted to his, her fingers digging into his skin. She never wanted to let him go. His eyes slid closed.

God, he felt good. Nothing had ever felt better. Until the second stroke.

His voice came, the phantom edge that now had a hot, hard body attached to it. '"My true love for you,"' he rasped.

The third stoke bordered on sheer heaven. '"The love of my verses..."'

The forth was perfection. '"The love of my eyes for your strange luring eyes..."' He moved again. '"...comes blowing over my soul like a wind of spices.' Oh Nora."

Their hips slammed together, hands laced with one another's, eyes locked. They rocked and delved and battled toward a shared goal, a precipice he pushed her up. Clamping down on his driving shaft, she invited him to fall over with her.

Mouths and hands and whispered endearments were the only things left between them. Nora lost tracks of the words, the kisses--nothing existed but Jarod moving deep inside her. She thanked God there was nothing flammable nearby. He picked up speed, and she wrapped her arms around him, her hips rolling with some primitive answer, some message she needed to convey with her body.

He leaned back, dove deeper and harder, rode higher against her. She looked into his eyes. He made her feel invincible, beautiful and more powerful than any biological equation could explain. Passion defied explanation. Jarod was her passion.

At the edge, the honed-fine razor's edge, every nerve twanged with need. She raked her nails across his skin, sucked his bottom lip into her mouth, mewling in want.

"Tell me." His voice shot through her.

"Talk to me." Her tongue slicked across his. "Talk dirty to me."



Holy hotness Batman! Oh Jarod, you naughty Professor! I enjoyed this novella and will be reviewing it on the blog later this week as part of my Instant Gratification feature!

A big thanks to the wonderful Inez Kelley for providing this week's smutty entertainment. Please show her some love by visiting her site here. She can also be found on Twitter here. Thank you Inez! *mwah*

Monday Smutty Goodness: Book Boyfriend of the Week!

This week's book boyfriend uses handcuffs. Ok, before you think something totally freaky, he's a cop. But, he doesn't mind a little role play in the bedroom as well. *wink*

Book Boyfriend of the week:
Justin Cain

"You're so pretty, Bec." He kissed her neck while his thumb raked over her nipple.

"Lose the panties," he whispered in her ear. "Keep the stockings and the heels."

She hooked her thumbs into the thin lace and worked them over her hips and down her legs. Struggling for balance on the heels, she kicked the panties toward the kitchen.

He stepped back and looked her up and down. He shook his head. "Damn. Now turn around and close your eyes."

With measured apprehension, she did as he asked. She heard a clanking sound, like some kind of metal then felt the cool steel of the cuff lock on her left wrist. Holy shit!

He gently pulled her right wrist behind her back and cuffed it as well. "I won't do anything you don't like, babe. If you want me to stop at any time, say 'library.'"

"O-okay," she stuttered. Nervous excitement took her over and she began to tremble.

His cock was jutting into her back as he reached around and pinched her nipples. Looking down, she watched his big fingers fondle her breasts. One hand slid down to the junction of her thighs.

Using his foot, he kicked her legs apart and she watched his finger disappear between her lips. Her knees grew wear when he flicked her clit.

"You like to watch, don't you?"

She nodded.

"Take me to your room," he commanded, in what she could only describe as his cop voice. The strength and authority of the sound tantalized her.

Justin grabbed hold of the chain between the cuffs and she led him to her bedroom. He pushed her onto her stomach on the bed. "Don't move."

He left the room for a minute then tossed a box of Magnum XL's and a bottle of lubricant beside her. He crawled up on the bed and lay down on his back. Gripping her hips, he positioned her over him and pulled her pussy to his mouth. His teeth lightly bit down on her clit and she came. Fast. Hard.

"That should loosen you up some," he chortled. "If you want it rough, we can't have you too tight."



*silence* *breathes in deep breath* Wow...Melissa Ecker sure does know how to write some hot scenes! If you liked this little tease, you are going to love the rest of the scene as well as the other scenes. There is an awesome reverse cowgirl one. Rebecca sure is one lucky lady. WOOO!


Make sure you stop by the blog on Wednesday for my Hump Day Hottie post. It will be featuring hot cops! That is the theme for this week! Thank you Office Cain! ;)

Monday Smutty Goodness: Book Boyfriend Edition

This weeks Book Boyfriend is a fairly new one and I just couldn't wait to do one of his hot scenes. I can now see why all the ladies love him!

Book Boyfriend of the week:
Roarke

(In Death Series)

"All right." She let her eyes close again. "All right. I'm not going to think about it anymore right now. Maybe by tomorrow I'll have a better shot at sorting it out. You're pretty good, Roarke," she said with a ghost of a smile.

"Thousands concur," he murmured and caught her nipple lightly between his thumb and forefinger.

The ripple effect made it all the way down to her toes. "That's not what I meant."

"It's what I meant." He tugged gently, listened to her breath catch.

"Maybe if I can manage to crawl out of here, I can take you up on your interesting offer."

"Just relax." Watching her face, he slid his hand between her legs, cupped her. "Let me." He managed to catch her glass as it slipped from her hand, and he set it aside. "Let me have you, Eve."

Before she could answer, he shot her to a fast, wracking orgasm. Her hips arched up, pumped against his busy hand, then went lax.

She wouldn't think now, he knew. She would be wrapped up in layered sensations. She never seemed to expect it. And her surprise, her sweet and naive response was, as always, murderously arousing. He could have pleasured her endlessly, for the simple delight of watching her absorb every touch, every jolt.

So he indulged himself, exploring that long, lean body, suckling the small, hot breasts, wet with perfumed water, gulping in the rapid breath that gasped from her lips.

She felt drugged, helpless, her mind and body burdened with pleasure. Part of her was shocked, or tried to be. Not so much at what she let him do, but at the fact that she allowed him complete and total control of her. She couldn't have stopped him, wouldn't have, even when he held her near to screaming on the edge before shoving her over into another shuddering climax.

"Again." Greedy, he dragged her head back by the hair and stabbed his fingers inside her, worked her ruthlessly until her hands splashed bonelessly in the water. "I'm all there is tonight. We're all there is." He savaged her throat on the way to her mouth, and his eyes like fierce blue suns. "Tell me you love me. Say it."

"I do. I do love you." A moan ripped from her throat when he plunged himself into her, jerked her hips high, and plunged deeper.

"Tell me again." He felt her muscles squeeze him like a fist and gritted his teeth to keep from exploding. "Tell me again."

"I love you." Trembling from it, she wrapped her legs around him and let him batter her past delirium.



Oh gosh! Roarke! YES! This man is something else. I enjoy every scene that he is in and when I'm not reading about him, I can't wait for him to show up on the page! I need to thank a few peeps! It's time for my:

I must thank my wonderful buddy C (A BuckeyeGirl Reads) for rec'ing this series!
And to all the other wonderful Roarke lovahs:

sparklybearsy who loves Roarke something fierce! Aaaarooooo!
Penny for chatting with me about him
and to whoever else may love him!

Monday Smutty Goodness: Book Boyfriend Edition

*in sing song voice* I have a new book boyfriend, and he's a cowboy! Yup you heard right. Bells likes the cowboys now. Let me introduce you to my new book boyfriend. (He's hot!)

Book Boyfriend of the week:
Luke Reilly

I gotta give you a description of Luke before you read his scene.

Luke Reilly:
6' 5"
250 pounds
Blonde hair, blue eyes

"Now, this man was a prime example of a corn fed country boy."

Luke started a slow climb up her body. He kissed her hip and up her side, to the soft swell of her breast. He dipped his tongue into the hollow of her neck and licked up to the corner of her mouth.

She turned her head, opening her mouth, reaching for his tongue. His thigh was rubbing against her, spreading her silky fluid.

He knelt between her legs, forcing her thighs open further. His hands were on her hips and he slid down enough to nestle his manhood against her pussy. He pushed her legs up, lifting her feet off the mattress. His hands roamed her torso, kneading her breasts before sliding up her arms. He held her wrists on either side of her head and there was nothing playful about the way he was looking at her now. His jaw was set in stone while he breathed hard though his nose.

He pulled his hips back like a slingshot and drove into her. She cried out and instinctively struggled to free her hands, to stab her nails into his shoulders as an outlet. Her legs buckled, feet digging into the mattress. How could he make every bit of the pain so good?

He groaned and bit down on her breast. "You're so tight. Legs up, I want you to take more."

What the hell? "More?" she asked. "I can't take any more."

"Come on, baby. You can do it."

Normally, she didn't take orders from anyone but she complied, pulling her knees up. He fed her another impossible inch and still wasn't close enough to be in all the way. She moaned, and squeezed her yes shut.

He pinned her hips to the mattress and began pumping into her, with short, fast strokes.

He was going as deep as she could stand but not as deep as he could go. He crushed his mouth on hers and pushed his tongue between her lips.

If she weren't so wet, the friction his enormous cock created would certainly catch her on fire.
"Oh, God. Yes," she cried, as he went deeper.

He slowed down and pushed and pushed until she finally felt his balls against her ass.

"Damn. You've got the tightest pussy, I want to fuck you hard, but I can't. I'm afraid I'll break you."

***

Her head dropped back as the first convulsion paralyzed her followed by the second blinding bolt. The intensity of the climax shut her down. Everything stopped. No sound, no breath. Her body seized.

He groaned as she squeezed him, holding him inside her. He waited, seated deeply, while she finished and started breathing again.

"Are you still conscious? he asked, teasingly.

"Barely."

"Turn around." He positioned her on her knees and guided her hands to the headboard.

"Hold on, sweetheart. I'm going to show you what it's like to mount up and ride."



*panting* That is only a fraction of the 1st smex scene! I instantly put Luke on the Book Boyfriend list after reading his book! Trust me ladies, you're going to want to read the rest. Luke is unforgettable!

It's now time for the:
Luke Lovah's Shoutout!

Tigris

Andrea

Shell

Karen

Dee

And to the awesome Melissa Ecker for writing an awesome Novella!

I hope you enjoyed Luke's scene today! *fans face*

Monday Smutty Goodness: Book Boyfriend Edition

It's smut time and this week's Book Boyfriend is a new one! I heard about this book when it first came out, and I finally got the chance to read it. I don't know why I waited so long! He's a hot one!

Book Boyfriend of the Week:
Jax Cullen

Her breath caught at the sight of him in silhouette. Gorgeous. That went without saying. The air shuddered out of her when he bent and kissed her, low on her stomach as he hooked his thumbs in her panties and slowly tugged them down. "You're beautiful, Maddie."

While she melted, he made himself at home between her thighs, taking so long to look at the view in front of him, she squirmed. "Jax."

"If you could see from my point of view..." His broad shoulders nudging her legs wide, he bent and kissed an inner thigh, and she had one thought; Please be as good as this as you are at everything else.

Then he gently stroked her with his thumb and she had no more thoughts. With a groan, he ran his tongue over her wet, throbbing skin. She bit her lip and fisted her hands in his sheets, unable to stop from writhing beneath him.

Newsflash--he was indeed as good as this as he was at everything else.

"I love how you taste," he murmured, and when her hips rocked again him, he slid both hands beneath her bottom, holding her still for his ministrations. Quicker than she could have believed possible, she was quivering, on the very edge of an explosive orgasm, and --

And he paused.

"What?" she gasped.

Lifting his head, he met her gaze, his own glittering. "The last two times we even got to this spot, we were interrupted. I'm just waiting for it."

She gaped at him in disbelief, panting for breath as she sat up. "You want to be interrupted? Because I have to tell you, if we are, I'm going to scream at someone."

He flashed her a devastatingly wicked grin. "Better idea. I'm going to make you scream." With that outrageously confident statement, he leaned over her, using the fact that she'd sat up to his advantage. "Soon as I find all your sweet spots." He laved his tongue over a nipple, pressing her back down to the bed. "What you like..." He dipped his tongue into her belly button, thn nipped at her hip taking his cues from her reactions, which she couldn't seem to help.

"How about this?" he murmured, licking the spot where her leg met her body, lingering, taking his time while she shifted restlessly beneath him, trying to get him where she wanted him to go. "Maddie?"

"Y--yes, I like that."

"Good." He kissed her there, then brushed her lips over her mound. "This?" When she didn't answer, he lifted his head.

"Yes!"

Doing it again, he slid first one finger into her, and then another, stroking slowly.

She gasped his name.

"Good?"

"Ohmigod," was all she could manage.

"Good," he decided and gently closed his teeth on her center.

She just about lifted off the bed, would have if he wasn't anchoring her with his body. "Jax, Jax, please..."

"Anything," he promised and sucked her into his mouth.

"Don't stop."

He didn't not when her hands came up to tangle in his hair, not when she cried out and came, shuddering endlessly beneath him. When she was limp, he kissed his way up her still-quivering body.

She tightened her grip on him and kissed him back, feeling him hard and throbbing at her hip, "I need you inside me."

Reaching over her, he took a condom from his nightstand, groaning when she helped him roll it down his length. Then he entwined their fingers and brought their joined hands up to rest on either side of her face. Already cradled by her open thighs, he slide into her. She gasped, rocked to her very core by how good he felt filling her, and he went still. "No, don't stop," she whispered, barely recognizing her soft and throaty voice.

He dropped his forehead to hers, his eyes closing, clearly trying to give her a minute to adjust to him. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she arched up and felt herself soften for him.

"God, look at you," he whispered hoarsely. Squeezing their entwined fingers, he touched his lips to hers. "I love your smile."



Oh Jax I enjoyed you so. I must thank my Snookums, Stacey, for telling me all about Jax. She's mad at me cause I moved in on her action. I'm sorry, but Jax is hot!

Monday Smutty Goodness: Book Boyfriend Edition

Welcome back to Monday Smutty Goodness! I have taken a break from doing this post and am now excited to bring you a great scene from one of my newest Book Boyfriends!

Book Boyfriend of the Week:
Andrew Copeland (Cope)

He crawled over her, kissing all her best parts until her reached her mouth and settled in. She traced her fingers up his back, digging into that solid muscle to urge him closer, to urge him inside.

"You got a place to be?" he asked, teasing around her entrance with the head on his cock until she whimpered. "What's your hurry?" At that, he slowly pressed inside her as if he had all the time in the world and wasn't ready to explode like she was.

"My hurry? I'm going to die if you don't just get in there and start moving. It's really rather unfair of you to break my sex fast and introduce this diet of you and stuff, and then expect me to be patient about getting more." She furrowed her brow, and he laughed, pushing all the way in at long last.

"Better?"

She squirmed and caught the strain on his face.

"Ha! You want it too."

"Darlin', of course I want it. It's pretty much all I think about all day long, every day. Being in you, hearing your squeaks and squeals and the occasional sex high. I like those too. Now, let me do my work here."

He began a slow, deep rhythm, his gaze locked on her face, her eyes.

"You feel so good. So hot and tight. Make being in you like this totally torture, but the best kind. It feels so amazing it's almost too much."

It wasn't enough. Just not quite enough. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and adjusted her angel, getting him in deeper. That was enough.

It was even better when she noted the sweat on his forehead and the strain in his muscles. He was getting closer. She tightened herself around him, making his gasp, and she did it again a few more times for good measure.

He whispered in her ear. "Make yourself come around me."

Now that was wanton.

She slide her hand between them, her gaze still locked with his. She'd never in her whole life done this in front of everyone else! But she wasn't embarrassed, especially when he groaned once her fingers found her clit and she began to circle it.

He hissed. "So good, so good..."

She wasn't long this way and when she hit her peak, he groaned her name, following her into climax.


I need more...


"Hot and wet. My favorite things on you."

"Mmm. She put her hands on his shoulders and levered herself up and then down again, rolling his hips as he began to thrust so hard her boobs bounced. Pleasure flooded her system as he fucked into her body.

Where she gripped his shoulders she could feel the tremble of his muscles. "Don't hold back. I'm, oh god, I'm fine, and I want this. I want it all."

He groaned, ragged, needy, and pressed deep and hard, his grip on her hips tightening, sending a wave of delicious sensation through her.

"I want every bit of you, Ella" he ground out through a clenched jaw.

"I'm right her. Take me."


*sigh* Cope has got it going on! There is more hotness in this book and I suggest you read the entire series cause it is wonderful!

Monday Smutty Goodness: Book Boyfriend Edition

This week's boyfriend is a new one! He is from the same series that was posted during last week's Smutty post. I gotta thank my girls Andrea and Donyale for introducing him to me because he is such a great guy!

Book Boyfriend of the Week:
Jack Travis

*SPOILERS AHEAD*

There was a feeling of unreality about all of it, the muted light and water sluicing over our skin, the frank sensuality that left no allowance for modesty. His mouth fastened on mine with met, sucking kisses, and his hand slipped between my thighs, the long fingers gently playful. I pressed my cheek against his shoulder, gasping.

"The first time I saw you," Jack murmured against my sodden hair, "I thought everything about you was so cute, I could hardly stand it."

"Cute?"

"In a sexy way."

"I thought you were sexy in a jerky kind of way. You're---" I paused, my vision blurring as his fingers slid inside me,"---not at all my type."

I felt him smile against my scalp. "Really? Because right now my type seems to be working for you." He lifted my knees until my foot was propped on a cypress shower stool. I held on to him, weak with lust. His body pressed against mine, length to length, and the desire was a back-and-forth current between us. Careful and intent, he stroked me open, positioned himself, slid deep. His hands gripped my bottom and compressed it in his fingers. For a moment we stayed like that, my body motionless and filled and possessed.

I stared, blinking, into his dark wet face. There was no rush toward quick satisfaction, only this leisurely discovery. My flesh throbbed around him as he held me steady against a slow, rolling rhythm. I felt as if I were the only fixed point of the universe.

Each time he drove in, I shivered and held his shoulders, and he gathered me closer. The accumulating pleasure seemed to dissolve my bones. I felt his tongue licking the hot mist from my neck, my ear. I writhed, my body sliding in his grip, limbs slick and protean.

But without warning the rhythm broke, and he withdrew, leaving me trembling, bewildered. "No," I said, clinging to him. "Wait, I didn't...Jack..."

He was turning off the knobs, the waterfalls disappearing.

"I wasn't finished yet," I told him woefully as he came back to me.

Jack had the nerve to grin. Taking my shoulders in his hands, he guided me out of the shower. "I wasn't either."

"Then why did you stop?" Privately I excused myself for whining. Any woman would have whined in such circumstances.

He reached for a fluffy white towel and began to dry me efficiently. "Because you're dangerous when it comes to standing-up sex. Your let muscles give out."

"I was still standing!"

"Barely." He scrubbed my hair with a the towel, and reached for another to dry himself. "Face it, Ella---you're at your best horizontal." Throwing the towel aside, he pulled me back to the bedroom. In a matter of seconds, he had tossed me onto the bed as if I weighed nothing.

******

I chucked, and Jack pressed his cheek against the soft bounce of my breast. His hot breath rushed against the distended tip. Slowly his mouth opened over the rosy flesh, his tongue circling. Sliding my arms around his neck, I kissed the thick, damp locks of his hair. He lifted his mouth and took the nipple between his fingers, clamping softly while he moved to kiss the other breast, and my hips pressed upward into his weight. In a matter of seconds I was steaming. He browsed over me as if I were some lavish buffet, nibbling and licking and kissing, lifting and turning me to make certain there was nothing he had missed. I lay on my stomach, gripping fistfuls of amber quilt as he took my hips and hoisted them upward.

"This okay?" I heard him whisper.

"Yes," I panted. "God, yes."

His electrifying weight lowered over me from behind, and he nudged my stiff limbs apart. I groaned at the heavy penetration as he glided easily into the wetness. His hand slid beneath me, fingers going to the exact place I needed them.

Caught deliciously between his body and his hand, I pushed upward invitingly, and he went as deep as I could take him. His mouth went to my back, kissing the top of my spine. He waited until I pushed up again before he thrust. I realized he was letting me set the rhythm, his every motion a counterpoint to mine. I arched and gasped as I took him, worked him, feeling him shove deeper while those gentle fingers tantalized and teased. Sensations flowed together until I could no longer recognize their separate sources. I gripped his thick muscled wrists, one braced near my head, the other down between my thighs, and I held him there as I went over the edge. The climax was lush and brimming, and each time I thought it had died down, it gave another voluptuous kick. I felt Jack shudder, the heat of him flooding me in violent pulses.

When he finally caught his breath, he muttered a few curses. I had to bury a shaky laugh in the covers, because I understood. It felt as if, somehow, a thing that was entirely ordinary had been reinvented, and the two of us along with it.



I loved that last sentence. And I loved that scene. LOL! Jack is something special and I loved this book. The whole series was so great and I'm so glad that I took the time to read it!

Monday Smutty Goodness: Book Boyfriend Edition

So it's Monday again *groans* and it's even harder to wake up this time of the year because it's just so dark in the morning. I hope this week's smutty scene adds a little light to your morning.

This week's Book Boyfriend is a new one. I read this book a few weeks ago and was told by my buddy Jenny that Owen might make the list. She was right! I can't wait to read more about him in the future!

Book Boyfriend of the Week:
Owen Grayson

*SPOILERS AHEAD*

Scene setup: Battered and bloody, Gin goes to Owen's house to return something that she borrowed. Owen helps her clean up. ;)

I washed him the same way he washed me. Slowly, carefully, gently, showing him the same respect that he'd shown me. The same care and tenderness. When I finished, he stepped in a spray of water, watching the soap bubbles foam up and swirl down the drain.

"Now that we're both clean," I said in a sly tone. "Why don't we do something dirty?"

Another smile tugged at Owen's lips, softening the slashing scar on his chin. " I thought you'd never ask."

We moved toward each other and met in the middle of the shower. I threaded my hands in his slick hair and pulled his mouth down to mine. Our lips met in a kiss that was as gentle as the water cascading over our bodes---and that quickly turned into one of white hot passion, desire, and need.

Owen growled low in his throat and backed me up against the shower wall. His hands were everywhere. My neck, breasts, stomach, hips, back. Kneading, caressing, teasing. Just like mine were all over him. Neck, chest, stomach, ass. Kneading, caressing, teasing. we couldn't get enough of each other, couldn't explore each other's bodies quickly enough to statisfy this hunger, this need that flared between us.

The slow burn between my thighs turned into a steady, building throb. Our movements became even quicker, more frantic. Our hands and caresses harder, longer, more intense. Owen's tongue drove into my mouth, only to retreat when I was breathless. I happily returned the favor. He buried his head against my shoulder, nibbling at the delicate skin of my throat. I nipped his earlobe with my teeth. Owen's hot lips slid lower, closing over first one nipple, then the other as he sucked and scaped tehm with his teasing teeth. I moaned at the hot sensations pumping through my body and hiked my leg up , drawing him closer and settling his cock against me.

I slid my hand down between Owen's legs, stroking the hard the length of him, lightly circling my nails over his rigid tip. He rocked his hips against me, ratcheting my desire up that much more.

"There you go again, " I rasped, "Being a tease."

Owen laughed. "Why should I stop when teasing you is so much fun?"

One of his hands caressed my breast. The other dipped lower, his wet fingers trailing down my stomach and then into the very center of me, going in and out in a quick, elegant dance.

"Enough teasing," I muttered. "Get over here."

I grabbed the condom out of the wall recess, ripped it open with my teeth, and pushed Owen down onto his back on the shower floor. Once he put the condom where it belonged, I climbed on top of him, ready to get on with things. But Owen pulled me down and rolled me over so that i was on the bottom.

I arched an eyebrow. "I prefer to be on top, remember?"

"Next time," he whispered, parting my thighs and sliding deep into me.

I groaned at the sensation of him filling me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and Owen started that steady, age-old rhythm.

We bucked and thrashed against each other, each one trying to bring as much pleasure, as much feeling, as possible to the other. Our rhythm built and built until we reached the ultimate peak, our hoarse cries drowned out by the steady hiss of the hot water around us.


So fresh and so clean, clean! Gotta love a good shower scene. See you next week smut lovahs!