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Excerpt 1
The
stranger loomed over her, a huge man-shaped shadow. Full night had
arrived, and Maddy could see nothing of the man’s features. She
shivered and felt her heartbeat quicken once again. She was lost and
alone, crippled by an ankle that was sprained if not broken. What
could she do to protect herself?
He
sank on his haunches next to her aching, muddy body. “Are you hurt,
Miss?” he asked, his vowels rounded by the traces of French.
Maddy’s fear melted in the warmth of that rich voice. The scent of
roses tickled her nostrils. The pain in her ankle dwindled to an
occasional annoying twinge.
The
man’s skin reminded her of the Blue Mountain coffee she and Troy
had enjoyed at breakfast, a brown so dark it was almost black.
Raindrops gleamed on his smooth cheeks and pooled in the hollow of
his throat. Looking at him made her thirsty. He was powerfully built,
with massive shoulders swelling out from his worn denim vest.
Underneath, his muscled chest was bare. A tight frizz of black hair
grew in the furrow between his breasts.
As
he crouched at her side, his jeans stretched taut over his thighs but
hung loosely around his narrow hips. Another line of kinky curls ran
down from his navel to disappear under his waistband.
His
face was the visage of a Nubian king, prominent cheekbones and a
fleshy nose with elegant, flared nostrils. His liquid-brown eyes were
set wide apart, in deep sockets protected by the fine arch of his
brows. His proud forehead rose above them, up to the tight-knit black
frizz that covered his skull.
And
his mouth… Maddy couldn’t stop herself from staring at those full
lips, mahogany-red against his rosewood-dark face. They were parted
in a half-smile that revealed the pearly white of perfect teeth. An
image flashed through Maddy’s mind, that kinky head bent to her
breast, those sensual lips fastened on her nipple. Her nubs tightened
under her soaked shirt, their ache completely distracting her from
her injured ankle.
Excerpt 2
Shadows
filled the
apartment. The
lamps were
still off.
As my
eyes adapted,
however, I
saw a
male figure
seated in
the chair
by the
window, hunched
over with
his head
in his
hands.
“Tom!”
Rushing to
his side,
I gathered
him in
my arms,
his curly
head pillowed
on my
breasts. Although
he didn’t
resist, he
also didn’t
reciprocate.
Instead, he
slumped against
me, motionless,
as though
all the
energy had
drained from
his powerful
body. I
barely felt
the electricity
that normally
kindled when
our skins
touched.
His
scent rose
around me
and my
pussy twitched
to life,
but I
knew that
right now,
sex wasn’t
what Tom
needed.
“It’s
okay. Everything
will be
okay.” I
stroked his
curly head,
unsure how
to counter
his apparent
weakness. “I’ll
take care
of you,
Tom. Don’t
worry… You’ll
be fine…”
“Fine?”
His voice
was bitter,
edged with
despair. “I’m
cursed. Damned.
How could
I ever
be fine?”
He
raised his
face to
mine. Tears
brimmed in
his luminous
eyes. A
vast wave
of pity
surged through
me. I
bent to
kiss him,
trying to
pour my
strength into
him.
Our
mouths met.
Desire flickered
underneath my
boundless
compassion. I
let my
tongue play
along the
soft seam
where his
lips pressed
together. After
momentary
resistance, he
opened to
me, allowing
me to
take what
I craved.
At first,
he was
passive. I
persevered,
though, and
before long,
he was
kissing me
in return,
running his
hands along
my arms
and gently
fondling my
breasts. My
body awakened,
little bursts
of lightning
racing through
my limbs
to my
dampening sex.
The
night came
back to
me, in
vivid detail.
I remembered
the joy,
the sense
of connection.
This man
was made
for me.
I had
to save
him.
Tom
finally broke
the kiss
and leaned
back with
a sigh.
“Ah, Shaina!
I should
never have
allowed you
near me.
But I
was so
very lonely…
I wasn’t
thinking
straight. Now
I’ve
put you
in danger
too.”
“Danger?
What kind
of danger?”
I reached
over to
flick the
switch on
my reading
lamp, so
I could
read his
expressions. Then
I seated
myself
cross-legged at
his feet
and clasped
his hands
in mine.
“Tell me,
Tom. Tell
me everything.”
“You
will not
believe me.”
“How
could I
not believe
after—after
what I
saw this
morning?”
His
eyebrows knitted
together. “I
never wanted
you to
see—I
was careless…”
“But
I did
see. And
now I
know, at
least something
about you.
But I
don’t
know enough
to help
you out
of whatever
trouble you’re
in. Tell
me the
whole truth.
I promise
I’ll
keep it
private, if
that’s
what you
want. And
I promise
I won’t
be shocked.”
Tom’s
lush mouth
twisted in
a grimace
of disgust.
“You might
not be
able to
keep that
promise. But
never mind.
You’ve
asked. I’ll
tell you.”
Excerpt
3
There’s
a soft knock. I hobble over to the door and peer through the peephole
to confirm that it’s Jimmy. It seems to take hours for me to
unfasten the chain and retract the bolt, but I finally get the door
open.
“Hi,
Stella.” His voice is soft, concerned. It feels like a caress. “I
didn’t want to ring the bell. Figured your nerves were kind of
shot, the last thing you need is the jangling.”
Jimmy
looks a bit rumpled. His sandy hair is in his eyes. His white
business shirt is damp, wrinkled and untucked in the back. He needs a
shave.
He
looks good enough to eat.
“Come
on in out the rain. I’m so glad to see you.”
“Not
as glad as I am to see you.” Jimmy wraps his arms around me in what
begins as a brotherly hug. He buries his face in my hair, breathing
deeply. “I’ve been so worried about you, Stella. This whole thing
with the murders...”
“Shush,
let’s not talk about that.” I am enjoying the feel of his lean,
strong body pressed against mine. I ignore the dull ache from my
bruised ribs. I want him to be my only reality. He smells clean,
despite his disarray: soap, menthol, some kind of lemony aftershave.
Just a hint of sweat, enough to blend the other scents into something
organic and distinctly Jimmy. Breathing him in, I feel a bit
light-headed, like he was some kind of drug. My knees go weak, and I
hold onto him more tightly.
“Stella...”
he whispers. His hands begin to roam, gliding from my back under my
arms to cradle my breasts. He holds them almost reverently, ignoring
for the moment the swollen, demanding nipples poking into his chest.
I
adjust my position, inserting one thigh between his legs, to seek out
the rigid bulk I know I’ll find there. Ooh, Jimmy! Very nice! I rub
myself back and forth over his cock, teasing, feeling him grow even
bigger and harder. A shudder runs through his frame and I think for a
moment that I’ve gone too far, that he’s already going to come. I
try to back away, but he grabs me and pulls me back, grinding his
thigh against my pubis.
Even
through two layers of cloth, my clit pulses and throbs exquisitely. I
reach around and grab his butt cheeks so that I can control the
friction. He does the same to me. For I don’t know how long, we
stand there tangled up in the doorway, dry-humping each other like
two teenagers.
I’m
halfway to coming, when he stops suddenly. I start to protest, but he
silences me with a rich, delicious kiss. It’s strong and sweet like
Greek coffee, brazen tongue probing, shy lips nibbling. I kiss him
back eagerly, trying to pour all my gratitude and my lust into the
moment.
All
at once I’m off balance. Before I realize what is happening, Jimmy
sweeps me up in his arms and carries me into the parlor. “Jimmy,
you’ll hurt yourself!” I’m half laughing, half concerned. I’m
not a small woman, and Jimmy’s no Arnold Schwarzenegger.
“Just
relax and let me do the work.” He settles me gently on the couch
and for a moment just stands back to look at me, something like
adoration in his eyes. I’m embarrassed by his intensity. I focus my
attention on the appealing bulge in his groin.
“Why
don’t you open your fly and make yourself more comfortable?” I
reach for his zipper, but he catches my hands in his, holding them
tight. His lips twist in an odd half-smile.
“Why
don’t you let someone else take control for a change?” A flicker
of fear shimmers through me. I have the strange notion that he is
planning to get out his handcuffs and restrain me. I swear, the image
is so vivid, it must come from his mind. All my years of dancing have
made me sensitive to men’s perverse desires.
Terror
seizes me briefly. I wonder if I can escape. Then lust floods in, and
I wonder if I want to.
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