Today’s theme for Snippet Saturday is heroine seduction (fail). My excerpt is from my Ellora’s Cave story, Fancy Free. It isn’t a failure exactly, but it’s not a success either.
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Fancy Free by Shelley Munro
Alice hesitated for so long he thought he might have frightened her or pushed her too hard and fast. Finally she released her bottom lip and the pale column of her throat moved when she swallowed. “I want to explore your body,” she whispered. “I want to know what you like.” Her warm hand squeezed his ass again, the innocent touch a heated reverberation throughout his entire body.
Giving. So bloody giving. Her first lover must have had rocks in his head. His heart thumped when he rolled off her, an offer of free access to his body and silent permission to explore as she wanted.
Trembling fingers skimmed across his stubble-covered jaw, dipped into his dimple and traced his mouth. James parted his lips a fraction and sucked her forefinger inside. Her gasp was loud. Startled. And it made him want to laugh. Instead, he sucked lightly on her finger and cupped her head. The silky strands of hair tickled his palm, bringing a desire to touch and stroke and soothe her jumpy virginal nerves aside, raising tenderness in him. His tongue smoothed across her fingernail and ran across the delicate skin between fingertip and nail. Alice gasped again, golden glints shining in her eyes. He captured her gaze with his and released her finger. James nipped her earlobe and surprised a yelp out of her.
“Ouch.” She pulled away to finger her ear. “I thought I was meant to be the one in charge.”
“That can be arranged.” After brushing another kiss across her lips, he kissed the tip of one breast and skimmed his hands across her rib cage. James smiled when she finally plucked up the courage to curl her hand around his cock. Her fingers traced the flared head, her curiosity endearing and arousing. She explored his tender balls and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. She pumped, focused so hard her tongue poked between her lips. The innocent exploration dragged a soft curse from him. “Enough,” he growled. “This is torture,” he added quickly before she put a different interpretation on his words. Discouragement was the last thing he intended.
He took a moment to kiss her again. Good girl. She learned quickly, opening her mouth to him in full participation rather than her previous passive behavior. A quick study. Their tongues tangled lazily. James felt the rapid beat of her heart, saw the flush of rosy arousal on her face and chest. He wanted to go slowly, to arouse her fully, teasing until she throbbed in need, until they both ached for the conclusion.
But it wasn’t going down that way. Not today. At least they agreed and wanted the same thing. James thrust one leg between her thighs, silently indicating she should part her legs. So beautiful. So sexy. He dipped his head to nuzzle at her breasts, moving over Alice and guiding his cock to her pussy. Moist warmth met him when he pushed just the tip of his cock into her sexy body.
“Fuck.” James froze, a heavy jolt of disbelief coloring his voice. He jerked away from her, horror in his stare.
Through his dismay, James saw her flinch as if he’d struck her. Another abrupt move on his part and she’d run for the hills that surrounded Sloan.
He cleared his throat. “I don’t suppose you have a condom?”
A surprised burst of laughter bubbled from her, diluting the alarm he’d seen seconds earlier. “A condom?”
“It’s not funny,” he said stiffly. His body ached for release. Without a condom, he’d have to take care of the matter himself when he wanted the satisfaction that only the snug feel of a woman’s pussy would give. He’d end up with blue balls for hours if he couldn’t have her now. His hand just wouldn’t be the same.
“You do work for a condom company, right?” She chuckled, her breasts jiggling in a distracting manner. “Manager, isn’t it?” She giggled and her brows rose to punctuate the question.
“Give it a rest,” he muttered, a tinge of heat at the tips of his ears. A thought occurred. His gaze speared toward her. “If you’re offering sex, shouldn’t you have condoms?” More than a trace of accusation shaded his words.
“Oh sure. Do you know I’ve inherited a share in a condom company, and I don’t even know what one looks like in the flesh so to speak? All I’ve seen is the X-100 in all its inflated glory.” She giggled, her cute button nose twitching at the same time. “I guess we’ll have to do this another time.”
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