Excerpt of Love Can Be Murder
Willow leaned her head against Alex’s shoulder, and he wrapped his arm around her. The jasmine scent of her shampoo hung in the air, and he inhaled the sweet aroma. He loved the feel of her in his arms.
Alex leaned back on the pillows, and she rested her head in the crook of his arm, her left hand settled on his chest.
The fire crackled and small sparks floated upward. A soft glow lit the room, creating shadows on her face. His attention focused on her soft features. He caressed her jaw with his thumb.
She looked up at him with warm, hazy eyes, pulling her mouth to his. Her lips felt like silk against his, and Alex drew her closer.
She tasted as sweet as she smelled. Like honey. His tongue explored her mouth. Her hand slid under his shirt and stroked his chest, her fingers twisting through his hair.
Willow sat up and moved on top of him, straddling his hips. His body reacted immediately, and he felt his jeans tighten in the groin. Unbuttoning his shirt, she exposed his chest and let her fingers roam through the mass of hair that grew between his nipples.
Her eyelids fluttered, her lips forming a pouty o-shape. Damn, she couldn’t have been more seductive if she’d tried. Her fingers worked the buttons on her top, loosening them one by one, she let the material slide off her shoulders. Her black lace bra teased him as her creamy flesh bulged over the top. He groaned and pulled her down to taste her smooth skin.
She giggled as he crushed his mouth to her chest. “Do you like what you see?”
“Oh, hell yeah.” His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs caressing them through the flimsy material. She was as soft as he’d imagined. Her breasts filled his palms, with more to spare. She was like a potent drug, and he was a junkie, craving more. He grabbed her bottom and flipped her to her back, landing on top.
Willow lay beneath him, her brown hair fanned out around her. Moving to the side, he yanked at her pants, sliding them down to her ankles. Kicking her legs in the air, she pushed the pants off her feet. She groped at his clothes, her fingers fumbling over his buckle. It was a struggle to undress quickly, neither moving fast enough.
His hand roamed over her body, feeling every last inch of her. Everywhere he touched, she was smooth and supple. Her thumbs grazed his thighs as she slid his pants down his legs, groaning. He slid his hands behind her back and released the clasp to her bra. Slipping the straps down, he pulled it from her body. Her breasts jiggled in freedom.
God, she was heaven. He wanted to sample all of her. He could dine on her forever and still die of hunger. Lowering his head, he took her breast in his mouth, suckling the nipple into a point. His tongue toyed with the tip. She wiggled under him, and his cock throbbed in response. His hand kneaded her free breast as he sucked on the other, relishing the salty taste of her skin.
Willow tossed her head from side to side as he enjoyed his treat. Her fingers slid through his hair, and he pulled himself up to her. Her breathing was brisk, and she panted as he settled on her neck. Pulling the skin into his mouth, he sucked on the soft curved area. Her pulse throbbed under his tongue, sending heat through him. His fangs emerged, and he scraped them across the silky skin. A shiver ran down his spine. His skin sizzled with her touch.
He wouldn’t bite her. He’d promised. But damn, did he want to. Drool pooled in his mouth, and he wanted to taste every last bit of her.
Removing his mouth from the temptation, he focused on her ear. His tongue flicked the lobe before pulling it into his mouth. Heat coursed through his veins as Willow moaned in pleasure. Madness overtook his mind and he couldn’t take much more.
Willow pulled him away from her ear and kissed his face, his chin, his neck. Her mouth laid warm whispers against him.
He trailed kisses down her abdomen and curved along the rim of her belly button. Journeying further down her body, his hands found the warm wet area between her legs. His fingers slid up her center, and his thumb massaged the rounded nub. She cried out as he rubbed the hardened area.
Giving her pleasure was like a jolt of electricity to his system. He thought he would explode watching her writhe beneath him. Her eyes glazed over, and the lids fluttered shut. The smile on her face rocked his heart. He wanted to give her more, all that he could.
He slid down her, his mouth replacing his hand on her most sensitive spot. His tongue flicked and nipped at the small area. She bucked beneath him and his hands slid under her, squeezing her bottom. His lips roamed to the surrounding area, sliding over the moist skin. His tongue slipped inside of her, and she whimpered as he wiggled it in the dark, tight space.
He brought his hands around the front to continue kneading her pleasure spot. His eyes lit up as he watched her buck and lurch in response to his movements. Removing his mouth, he sat up to watch her, to enjoy the full beauty of her body as she succumbed to the pleasure he’d built in her. His fingers moved rapidly inside her. She wiggled and moaned with the ecstasy he provided. When she cried out his name, he nearly exploded.
He wanted to be inside her. Wanted to feel the enclosed space covering him. But he wasn’t ready, not yet. He had to bring her to climax before he enjoyed that same pleasure, he‘d never forgive himself if he couldn’t watch it happen.
Whimpering, she tossed her head side to side. Her lips parted as she cried out in delight. His hand continued its torture until she stiffened and allowed herself release. He smiled.
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