Tease Me Thursday

Tease Me Thursday

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This week I’m sharing  a journal entry I wrote from a prompt. I’m not positive where it’s going yet, but I like the premise. Hope you enjoy!

***Warning: Swearing and unauthorized well, Wibbly-Wobbly stuff.***

A glimmer of recognition nagged at him. He pulled the hat from her head, and her red hair lit the wall, fanning around her face like a wildfire of curls. It was the most vivid shade of red he had ever seen, even in this dim lighting. Her eyes were wide with fury, but not a hint of fear. He patted her down, quickly checking for other weapons. Her curves were like heaven. Milo found himself in a completely unexpected but not wholly unwelcome situation. But they had other things to worry about at the moment.

He glanced at his watch. Shit, five minutes left. He was running out of time.

Releasing her arms, he stepped back. He scooped up her fallen gun.

“Can I have my gun back?” she asked as she reaffixed her hat.

“Not until we’re out of here,” he said as he calmly glanced in each case, making his way down the rows. He stuck the earpiece back in. “Sorry about that.” He glanced at the red-haired vixen.

“What the hell, kid?” the old man barked in his ear.

“I’ll tell you later,” Milo snapped. “Let’s just get this damned thing and get the hell out of here.”

The old man decided not to waste any time arguing.

“It’s a standard pocket watch with a lion engraved on the back, along with Well’s initials.”

Milo scanned the cases, fully aware of the presence behind him watching his every move. Locating the piece they were searching for, he carefully picked the lock and slipped his hand into the case.

“Be careful,” the woman warned him, her voice hushed but stern.

“It’s just a damned watch, relax. I got this,” he said, picking up the watch. The glint of gold in his black gloved hand made his heart skip a beat.

“Please, just put it in your pocket and let’s go,” she said softly, her breath on his ear. He didn’t hear her come up behind him.

He turned to look into her seductive green eyes. Lost for a moment, he shook his head.

“It’s only a damned watch,” he laughed, lifting it to look at the inscription to make sure it had the details on it. “This is it.” He pushed the latch to open the watch.

“Noooo,” Red yelled, grasping his arm.

A sudden burst of light emerged from the watch face, sucking them into the watch like a vacuum. Physics be damned, Milo and Red were devoured by the watch. He looked at the stunned, yet irate woman beside him. She glared at him as they tumbled down a vortex of spinning lights. Something had gone horribly wrong, and he had a feeling that damned woman knew exactly what just happened.

 

I hope you enjoyed this week’s teaser, sorry it’s late.

❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

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I blame Chris Musgrave for this post. Hunt him down if it’s too much for you to handle and you need to vent your anger on someone. ehehehe.

****Warning: May cause your heart to explode and make you want to tear your hair out.****

The fog curled around her legs like a cat begging for attention. She glanced up at the neon sign glowing in the dim alley, and a smile crossed her lips making the scar bisecting them pinch and tingle. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the cigarette to the ground. Tonight, that bastard would pay for what he’d done.

 

That’s all you get. Chris dared me to put a one sentence teaser, but I gave you a paragraph. Do you want me to continue this one next week? If so, then tell me…who is she looking for? (There’s no right or wrong answer here, I want your input to give me a direction for the story.)

❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

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A teaser for you. Sorry I’m a bit behind today. Enjoy!

****WARNING: Teasing and foreplay. NSFW *****

I pushed open the door and sagged against it, exhausted. In the corner of the room, I saw the bed. This trip had been a bad idea. My brother and his friends decided to include me at the last minute because I’d begged them to let me tag along. Now I was seriously regretting my actions. Home, home would have been better, but this room and this bed would suffice for the night.

I took a step toward the bed when I heard someone clear their throat. A quick glance at the table in the opposite corner of the bed confirmed I wasn’t alone and that I’d chosen the wrong room. As if the night could get any worse.

“Sorry, Kyle. I thought this room was empty.”

He pushed his glasses up and stood. “It’s fine. I don’t think there are any rooms left.”

The spacious beach house had six bedrooms…and I made seven in the party. “Guess its sofa city for me tonight.” I offered a half-hearted grin. Nope, I hadn’t thought this through and my back would have words for me in the morning. I could almost guarantee it. “Sorry to disturb you.”

Kyle crossed the room and stood in the doorway. “Take my room.” His shorts hung low on his hips, the button down shirt hanging open.

My mouth dried at the sight of his inguinal ligaments dipping into his shorts…a dangerous v that lead to naughty thoughts. “Are…are you sure? I don’t want to kick you out of your room.”

He stepped closer, and I involuntarily took a step back. He closed the door, his gaze steadily locked with mine. This wasn’t like the Kyle I knew. The quiet, intelligent bookworm who had somehow found a place in my brother’s group of friends. No, his eyes held a hunger I’d never seen before, but it wasn’t wholly unwelcome. If brainy was the new sexy, he had to be every woman’s fantasy.

“I’ll just go.” I bumped into the edge of the bed, unaware that I’d backed away from him and that he’d been stalking toward me. I tried to push past him, but he grabbed me by the waist and threw me down on the mattress.

“Stay.” His husky voice stirred the fantasies I’d tucked away in the back of my mind. I gasped as he climbed onto the bed over top of me. His hair hung across his forehead in messy waves.

I wanted to sink my fingers into his hair. Reality slammed into me as I stared up at him. “Kyle, what…what are you doing?”

“What I should have done a long fucking time ago.” He kissed me, and my whole world shattered with the touch of his tongue.

I buried my hands in his hair as he pressed his weight into me. He tasted of red hots and sin. I moaned as he bit my lip, his hand sliding beneath the old tee shirt and covering my breast with his entire hand. My body lurched off the bed as he pinched my nipple. Oh, God, it was true…the quiet ones were always the most dangerous.

“Wait,” I gasped against his mouth.

He froze and his hand slipped away leaving me cold and aching. “I’m sorry,” he said as his weight lifted off me.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him above me. “Take your glasses off.”

He reached up and removed them, setting them on the nightstand. When he met my gaze, I saw the desire lingering just below the hesitation. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Fuck no. You’ve waited long enough.” I pulled him down and smothered the remaining hesitation with my kiss.

Kyle pulled me close and nipped my lip again. Every hard angle of him pressed against me, I groaned when his hand slid into my shorts. “Your brother’s going to kill me.”

“If you don’t finish what you started, I’ll do it for him.”

 

I hope you enjoyed this week’s teaser.

❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

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May I present…your teaser for the week. Enjoy. 😉

********Warning: Elevator Fantasy Ahead ********

Sandra dashed for the elevator just as the doors started to slide closed. “Hold the elevator, please!” She huffed and puffed from running across the small lobby. The doors closed with a silent thud. “Figures,” she said, pressing the up button and leaning against the frame waiting for it to return.

“Maybe you should take the stairs?” a voice echoed behind her.

She glanced over her shoulder and scowled at the man wearing a three piece suit and carrying a smart, leather messenger bag. Her gaze narrowed on his piercing blue eyes and thin tight smile as he scanned her from head to toe. Sandra stared at the man before her who failed miserably to hide his obvious disapproval.

“Rude.” She murmured under her breath and turned her back to him.

The door slid open again, and she stepped into the elevator. He entered the car behind her, pressed his floor number, and leaned against the wall. Fifth floor, just below hers. Makes sense why she’d never seen him before. Part of her hoped she’d never see him again, especially if he was prone to making judgmental statements and lacked all forms of common civility. She sighed as she pressed her floor number, and the doors slid closed.

Sandra opened the letter in her hand and scanned the contents as the elevator slowly rose. It slammed to a halt, and the lights flickered before extinguishing completely.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” Her words elicited a laugh from the man standing behind her. She turned to him. “Haha, real funny.”

He picked up his cell phone and turned on the light. The shadows on his face sharpened his features. She sucked in a breath as his gaze met hers. “I told you to take the stairs.”

“Wait, you knew this was going to happen?” She approached him and swung her purse at him. “You ass!”

“I have this effect on elevators, and women it seems.” His lopsided smile made her heart tumble in her chest.

She whacked him with her purse again for good measure then collapsed against the wall, banging her head repeatedly to punish herself for not taking the stairs. She’d thought he had been making a snide comment about her weight. Too sensitive, her brother had always said. Truth. She’d always been aware of her curves, believing they’d been a curse. The heat rose in her cheeks, and she turned away from the man. It didn’t matter if it was dark in the elevator, she didn’t want him to see her blush.

“Do you have signal in here?” he asked, breaking the silence.

Sandra pulled out her cell and unlocked it. “Nothing.” She held it up for him to see.

“Loki fangirl are you?” He chuckled.

She slipped the phone back into her pocket. “Yeah, what do you care?”

“Well, your screen background can tell you a lot about a person.” He grinned.

“Really? Please enlighten me, oh wise one.”

“Sarcasm doesn’t become you.” He touched her sweatshirt. “Neither do baggy clothes.”

She jerked out of his reach. “What does my screen have to do with who I am?”

“It tells me quite a bit about you actually.” He stepped closer, pressing her against the wall.

“You’re full of it.” She wanted to push him away, but her body froze, rooted to the spot. His warmth and the scent of his cologne enveloped her. “Tell me then, smart ass. What does my Loki screen tell you about me?”

“You like mystery, action, and crave adventure.” His hand braced against the wall beside her head. “It also means you prefer mischief and the darker side.” He leaned close and whispered in her ear. “Tell me, Sandra, are you hiding a dark side?”

 

Hope you’re thoroughly teased now. You like or no?

❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

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Here’s this weeks teaser…

*****Warning: HOTNESS AHEAD….possible NSFW. ******

Forever after, she believed betrayal tasted like his lips did that night. The salty tang of sea water and tequila mixed with the summer breeze still lingered in her mind.

“Bastard,” she murmured, turning toward the small seaside cottage. It had been three years since she’d been near the ocean, walked on a beach, and breathed the salty air. Now she remembered why she hated the ocean. It reminded her of his blue eyes and those nights…oh god, those nights.

She kicked open the cottage door and dropped her bags on the floor next to the dresser. The cottage was smaller than the one they had shared, but it wasn’t like she needed a large bed and a sturdy headboard. There wasn’t going to be any sex going on during this vacation.

Pulling her cell from her pocket, she hit the speed dial and held it to her ear. When she heard the beep, she left a message. “I’m here, safe and sound. Just wanted to let you know. Love you, bye.” Mom worried too much.

Nina flopped onto the bed, sinking into the soft duvet. She watched the ceiling fan spin overhead. “What the hell am I doing here?”

“I don’t know, but I’m not complaining.”

The sound of a stranger’s voice made her jump off the bed. He stood in the doorway of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his narrow hips. “Who are you? And why the hell are you in my room?” Her gaze drifted down the bare expanse of muscled chest.

“I could ask the same, but I’m thinking a thank you sacrifice to the Hawaiian gods might be more appropriate.”

She pushed her hair back away from her eyes. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Shaking the disturbing thought from her mind, she focused all of her attention on his face. Only his face…too distracting if it dipped any lower, she squeezed her eyes shut and tried again. Nina narrowed her gaze and met his full on.

“I think there’s been a misunderstanding.” She glanced at the open door and noted the number on the cottage. 8. Then Nina glanced at the key in her hand. 8. Yup, her room. So what the hell was this sinful stranger doing in her room, buck ass naked. “This is my room.” She held up her key.

He moved to the small counter by the refrigerator and held up another key. 8. “Looks like we’re bunking together, sweetheart.”

“Oh, hell no.” She backed up. “I’m going to get this straightened out right now.” Nina pulled out her cell and dialed the front desk. After a few terse moments on the phone with the concierge, she hung up in defeat. “There aren’t any other rooms. Everything is booked. She comped the cost of my stay, but that still doesn’t leave me a place to crash.” With a sigh, she turned to pick up her bags. “Could this day get any fucking worse,” she mumbled under her breath.

“Hold on.” His words stopped her. “We’re both adults, I don’t see why we can’t share. I promise not to drool on your pillow.”

 

So what do you think?

❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

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This week you get to see the Western side of me. *wink* This story has been brewing for a while. I think it’s gonna be good.

*******WARNING:  Seduction and cowboys. Dangerous combination. ************

“You want me,” she said, her seductive voice slipping from her lips like her chemise straps from her shoulders.

“Lou, I don’t think…” he sputtered and swallowed the selling arousal, beating it into submission. All that did was flash images of her bare behind bent over his lap.

“Think what, Colt. Think you can tame me?” She took a step closer, the chemise clinging to her breasts like a whispered prayer. Reaching out, she traced her fingertip over his jaw down to feather over his lower lip.

“You’re drunk, Lou.” He steeled himself against the seductive allure of her touch.

“Aren’t you? I know you matched me. Shot for shot.”

He scoffed. “I have a higher tolerance for whiskey than you do. Stop, now, before you do something you’ll regret in the morning.” Pushing her hand from his face, he gripped her wrist savoring the silken skin beneath his fingers.

She stared at her wrist in his hand. Glancing up, she met his eyes, tears welling up.

“You…” she murmured. “You don’t want me?”

“Damn it, Lou.” He dropped her hand and stood so quickly, she stumbled back, collapsing into a chair. He raked a hand through his hair when the tears spilled silently over her cheeks.

“Darlin’, don’t cry.” He knelt beside her, placing his hand on hers.

She jerked it away, covering her face with her hands.

“Go,” she whispered so softly Colton almost missed it.

“I don’t…”

“I said leave, damn it!” she screamed, as the sobs started.

“Okay, I’m going.” Colton rose and strode to the door. He paused, hand on the knob listening to the soft hiccuping cry. “I’m sorry,” he said, barely looking over his shoulder. Once he was outside with the door closed behind him, he ground his teeth. Seeing her in pain was more than he could bear. What bothered him was her reaction to his refusal. He would never take advantage of her in an intoxicated state and she would appreciate that. Wouldn’t she?

He mussed his hair some more.

Colton wanted her more than anything else in the world. Always had, even when they were wild children. He always loved Louise, loved her enough to know when to walk away.

 

I hope you enjoyed this one. Leave your thoughts in the comments.

❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

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My teaser for you this week comes from a little fantasy I’ve had for years. Not sure where it’s going yet, but I would LOVE to finish it and find out.

**********WARNING: Naughty thoughts about professors lie ahead. Proceed with caution.*********

 

Lexie sat in the over-sized leather armchair facing the mahogany desk. Bookshelves lined the walls and towered above her, intimidating and bold. She glanced at the door where a brass name plate gleamed back at her: Professor A. Logan. Lexie shifted in her seat, leaned her head back, and closed her eyes.

“Sorry about that, Alexandra.” A masculine voice echoed from the doorway. “Had to tie up a few loose ends with the other faculty members about our class trip to New York City. Going to be a great trip. You planning on coming?”

She cracked open one eye and looked at him. He looked like a professor. The perfect specimen of a teacher that makes female students squirm during lesson time and pine for one-on-one instruction. Lexie would be the first to admit it; Professor Logan was a prime grade A man. Although she didn’t believe in teacher/student fraternization, she’d break that rule, in a heartbeat. Professor Logan was nothing but professional and courteous. So Lexie kept her lustful musings to herself.

“I was thinking about it actually,” she replied as she sat up and gave him a grin. She’d been told once that her smile was infectious. When he smiled back, she wished it wasn’t. Her heart skipped and stumbled a beat or two, and when it finally caught normal rhythm, she felt a shift of gravity in his direction. His smile was magnetic.

“Payment for the trip is due by Friday,” he said as he sat down behind his desk. “Don’t want you to forget. It’s going to be a fantastic trip.” He locked eyes with her. “I’d hate for you to miss all the fun.” The corner of his lips tilted upward and her heart stopped completely. It was more devastating than the smile. She looked at the bookcase and caught her breath.

Holy hell, I need to get out of here before I make an ass of myself and say something stupid. She gathered her composure and turned her gaze back to him.

“You said there was something you needed to go over with me to receive that final scholarship award?” She hoped that her voice sounded normal but being in this confined space made her more aware of him than ever. Let’s hurry this up, I need to go wring out my panties.

“Yes, I have a few questions I need you to answer before I can sign this recommendation for your scholarship.” He stood and walked around his desk then sat down in the chair next to hers. He handed her a clipboard with a few sheets of paper attached.

“Do you have a pen?” she asked, suddenly warm and breathless.

“Take mine.” He handed her his pen, his fingertips grazing hers.

Oh my sweet Jesus! It took all of her willpower not to jump him then and there. He was so close, his cologne swirled around her causing coherent thought to swarm and burst into blurbs of gibberish. Lexie looked down at the paper. She could see words, but no meaning infiltrated her brain.

She could sense him watching her. She forced herself to keep her eyes on the paper in front of her. Lexie tried to read but was distracted by his steady breaths.

“Are you okay, Lexie?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “They’re just standard questions. It’s not a midterm exam.” He chuckled.

She laughed nervously and quickly filled out the forms. At this point she didn’t care what they said. She just needed to get out of his office. His proximity was affecting her brain’s ability to form coherent thought. Lexie handed the paperwork back to him. This time there was no mistaking his hand grazing hers as he took the clipboard for an accident. She looked at him surprised.

“You have very beautiful eyes, Lexie.”

His compliment made her shiver. “Thank you,” she stammered. “I should be going.” She stood, but he was already walking toward the door. He closed it, effectively telling her to stay.

“Professor Logan, I should…” She reached past him for the door handle. His hand closed over hers, and she froze. An electrical current zinged between them, the warmth of his touch made her weak and hungry for more. “I should go.”

 

I hope you enjoyed this week’s teaser. Please feel free to leave comments.

❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

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Crispin has returned.  Enjoy

No warning today…*wink*

 

Ruby approached a small cottage tucked near the edge of the clearing, alongside a less traveled road. She hoped Marian was home. There was only one person she could trust, the only person who would understand.

Sliding from the saddle, Ruby tethered the horse to a post outside the cottage. She licked her lips and raised her hand to knock, when the door opened. A pair of friendly hazel eyes set in a wrinkled, well seasoned face met hers.

“Ah, my little gem,” the old woman said with a chuckle. “Come in, child, come in.” She moved aside, welcoming Ruby into her home.

The small cottage held a simplicity and warmth, embracing her as she stepped into the room. A savory stew simmered on the stove, its tantalizing scent curling around her. Her stomach growled in response. She pressed her hand to her middle and glanced at the old woman, embarrassed.

“Sit,” Marian commanded, motioning to the table. She went to the pot hanging over the fire and ladled the steaming stew into a small bowl. Setting it before her, Marian slid into the chair across the table and watched her.

Ruby devoured every morsel. Her full stomach warmed and the warmth infused her whole body. She sighed, contented.

“What happened?” Marian’s tone made her look up at the old woman. Her wise eyes missed nothing it seemed.

“I believe I’ve made a terrible mistake.” Ruby buried her face in her hands. She took a deep breath and then looked at the old woman again. Marian had been there for her years before, when she had been wandering through the forest, cold and alone. The kind woman had taken her in, clothed her, fed her, and then taught her to survive and how to fight. Most importantly, she taught her how to make a difference.

“Well, it could always be worse, you could have gotten caught,” Marian said in an attempt to soothe her. Ruby laughed.

“I rescued a man several nights ago. Saved him from being killed outside a brothel.”

“As I taught you to do, help those who cannot help themselves.”

“It was the prince.” Ruby’s voice trembled. Marian’s eyes widened slightly, her withered hand clenching into a fist and releasing repeatedly. She pressed on. “I gave myself to him.”

Marian’s jaw opened and closed a few times, no sound emerging. With a heavy exhale, she finally found her voice. “You’d better start at the beginning, child.”

 

Thanks for stopping by. Comments and questions are always welcome.

❤ Jen

Tease Me Thursday

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A snippet from my short story releasing next week. A Cat Without a Grin is an Alice in Wonderland inspired short story sprinkled heavily with my own brand of sexy and sinful.

Here’s a peek:

******WARNING: NSFW and guaranteed to make you want to read more. **************

 

“You disappeared without a fucking word, Alice.” He reached
for her and she yelled as he wrapped a solid arm around her waist,
pinning her to the bed beneath him. She kicked her legs and beat
her fists against his chest. “I think you need your ass tanned for
doing that to me.”
“Let me go!” Alice pushed at him until he captured her wrists
in his and held her still. She blew a stray strand of hair from her
face and glared at him. “You didn’t give two shits about me. Fucking
ignored me for months. I couldn’t take the rejection anymore,
Chez. I had to go.”
“I had to ignore you, avoid you,” he said as his cock hardened
with every move she made against him. “I wanted you so fucking
bad, but it wasn’t right. You were still a child.”
“I was seventeen.”
“Yeah, and I was twenty-four. I wasn’t going to be a pedophile.
I had respect for you, damn it! I was waiting until you went
to college, until you knew what you wanted.” He ground his hips
against her thigh, showing her exactly how much he still wanted
her.
Her eyes widened. “Chez…I…”
He cut her off, too angry and hot for her to give a shit if he
sounded stupid. “All you had to do was wait, Alice. Was that so
fucking hard for you to do? Wait for me.”
“I did,” she whispered, the words so soft he nearly missed
them.
“You ran off. How is that waiting?” Chez felt his blood pumping
hot beneath his veins. It took all his effort not to kiss her senseless.
He glanced down at her bare skin, her breasts begging for
attention as they trembled with every breath she took.
She met his gaze, her blue eyes flashing with fire. “I’m still
a fucking virgin, Chez. I saved myself for you…not that it mattered.”
His cock stiffened to the point of causing him physical pain.
“Fuck.” Every ounce of restraint he had snapped with those
words. He kissed her, punishing and hard, a kiss to set them both
ablaze.

Hope you enjoyed the teaser….<3 Jen

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Tease Me Thursday

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This week is another snippet from Crispin’s story. Enjoy.

******NSFW: Graphic descriptions and general bad-assery********

 

“These dogs have been a menace to the people for far too long, and the King’s men have done nothing to halt their attacks.  They must be dealt with.”

“You believe you are up to the task then?” Cris asked, watching her closely. “Tell me, lovely Ruby, how many men have you killed?”

For a moment, she stared at him, distracted by his compliment, then his question struck her. “Too many,” she said as she fingered the bow at her side.

“Not with an arrow, at a distance,” he said, leaning closer, his gaze rived to hers, his blue eyes piercing her own.  Her heart fluttered and pounded. “I mean looked them in the eye as you plunged the blade in their chest, then watched the life slowly drain from them.”

Ruby opened her mouth to answer but snapped it closed.  The truth was, she hadn’t, but she couldn’t bring herself to tell him.  She wasn’t proud of the fact that she’d killed anyone at all, but something in his expression made her want to earn his approval.  But that was ridiculous.  Why should she care what a pompous noble’s son thought of her?  She pressed her lips together.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, the corners of his mouth twisting up. “You haven’t.”

“Does it matter?” she snapped.

“It does.  What if one of your rescues went awry and one of the bandits has you pinned, ready to rape you or worse?  Your bow can’t save you.  Will you let him take you any way he wishes and then steal your last breaths with agony and pain?”

She stared at him, her jaw clenched tight.  “I shall defend myself as necessary.”

“Even if that means slitting his throat?”

“Aye.”

His eyes narrowed. “I don’t believe you.  I could take a blade to your throat right now and you’d let me live.”

Ruby slapped him, the crack of her palm against his cheek louder than she thought it would be.  His smile widened, his eyes laughing as they focused on her again.  She raised her hands to strike him again, and his hand encircled her wrist.

Within a breath, he was straddling her legs, his hands around both wrists, effectively pinning her against the tree.  She glared at him as he sat on her lap.  Ruby jerked her body, trying to free herself.  His hold tightened.

“Get off of me,” she ground out from between her teeth.

“I told you,” he said, leaning closer so his breath whispered across her cheek. “You couldn’t take me.”

“Let me at my dagger and I shall prove it.” Ruby met his gaze.  Her mind raged at her, screaming at the imminent danger.  It was her body that betrayed her as her back arched toward him, her breasts brushing against his doublet.

“Not today,” he said as his lips claimed hers.  The kiss went straight to her head, pleasure surged through her mingled with anger.  Indecision swirled through her like a whirlpool. The more she fought him, the harder he leaned against her, sliding his body along hers.  Delicious friction played between them.  Sparks of desire ignited inside of her.  Even though she didn’t want him, she wanted what he offered.  A hunger she didn’t even know she had awakened.

 

Until next week, my wicked darlings.

❤ Jen