Sunday Snog 224 and Giveaway! (#bdsm #eroticromance #freebook)

With the recent releases of Raw Silk and Incognito, it’s been a while since I posted a snog from The Gazillionaire and the Virgin. I thought I should remedy that! And just to whet your appetite—I’ll give away an ebook copy of the novel to one randomly selected person who leaves a comment today! Be sure to include your email address in your comment, so I can find you if you win.

When you’re done with my snog, head back to Victoria’s Sunday Snog page for more luscious weekend kisses!

I drag Theo toward the front of the store. He’s silent, distant, not looking at me or at the cute blonde cashier. While she rings up our purchases, he fiddles with the car air fresheners hanging near the register. He doesn’t object when I pull out my credit card. I can see that he’s floundering once again in a swamp of self-doubt.

He does grab the bag though, which I appreciate since it weighs far more than I would have expected. He strides toward his car with those long legs of his, leaving me to hurry after him.

“I’ll drive,” I announce when I catch up. “Give me the keys.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“But you seem upset…”

The alarm beeps and the door locks click open. “Get in, Rachel.”

He focuses on the road, driving with detached precision. I keep quiet, not sure how to handle this latest mood.

We pull into the parking lot behind his condo. He kills the engine then sits stiffly behind the wheel, making no move to get out.

He’s hurting, I can tell. I wish I understood why. I place a tentative hand on his solid bicep. He doesn’t shake it off as I feared he might, but he doesn’t soften either. “Theo? What’s wrong? What did I do now?” Had I offended him by taking charge of the interaction in the store? Somebody had to…

“Nothing—nothing, really. It’s not you, Rachel. It’s me. I just can’t do this.”

“This? You mean the bondage? Of course you can.”

“Honestly, I have no idea how to go about it. I’ve got no knowledge, no experience. All I’ve got is a bunch of kinky porn.”

“And excellent instincts.” I stroke his slightly stubbly cheek and turn his eyes toward me. He looks desolate, lost. “You have to trust those instincts, Theo.” I lean in to brush his obdurate lips with mine. “I do.”

“You’d trust a total amateur like me to tie you up? You’re crazy. I could really hurt you.”

“We’ll go slow. We’ll have a safeword. And we’ve got those humongous shears to cut me free if necessary.”

The faintest hint of a grin tugs at his lips. This time when I bend closer to kiss him, he kisses me back. He cradles my breast as our mouths meld, flicking at the nipple with his thumb. My lust comes roaring back. The vicious pinch he delivers makes me gasp and moan. By the time he releases me, I’ve soaked his shirt, not to mention his car seat.

“You really want this, Dr. Zelinsky.” It’s a statement, not a question. His eyes are diamond-bright, diamond-sharp. He strips me to my essential self.

I nod. “Don’t you, Theo?”

He licks those ripe, sensitive, boyish lips. “More than anything in the world.”