Sexy Me Crazy ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSWeek25Welcome to the 25th week of My Sexy Saturday.
Ever have that special someone who just drives you crazy? I think we’ve all had them. In our sexy novels though, this can be the spice that sets the story on edge, where you can’t wait to read the very next word.
We as writers love to write those types of stories. Yet, we all know that each of us has a different idea of sexy. It can be the boy next door, that hot look, even the book you’re reading now. Sexy has nothing to do with looks or status or even wealth. It doesn’t demand perfection and it doesn’t have pretensions but it does make us want to read those books.
Yes, writers are readers and we love sexy!
From my back list, the couple, that drive each other absolutely mad, have to be Mike and Hailey—That delicious, deep down, achy kind of arousal that borders on pain but is incredibly addictive—Hailey's had it bad for Mike for years, and Mike has only just begun to fight his feelings for Hails. It hurts so good!
He released his hold slowly, and I slid down his body until my feet were back on the floor. The delight fell from his face. My body warmed and my nipples hardened against his chest. He became very still, except for his erection digging into me. Then his hands were in my hair and we dove at each other. Our lips and tongues tangled, our breathing accelerated.
I tugged at the tail of his T-shirt with impatient fingers. He released my lips and raised his arms, helping me to remove his shirt. I pulled the cotton from his chest and over his head. Our eyes locked, and I wondered for a split second if he would stop. If his conscience would take over. He swallowed hard and reached for the hem of my blouse. It was loose enough that we didn’t need to take the time to unbutton it, so I raised my arms and he removed my top.
His eyes roved over the swell of my heaving breasts. He lightly skimmed his hand over my skin as he recaptured my lips. I whimpered into his mouth, feeling weak and dizzy. It felt like heaven to me. I’d waited so long to be kissed this way, by this man. He grazed the side of my breast with his hand. I wriggled and stretched to get closer to him. He spun me around so my back was against the kitchen island, then grabbed my hips and hoisted me up onto the counter. I opened my legs eagerly and accepted him between them. I moaned when his rock-hard cock pressed against my wet, throbbing cunt. I couldn’t help it. He felt incredible.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, holding him to me as I explored his muscular back. I followed the waistband of his jeans around to the button and toyed with it, seeking his permission. When I felt his fingers release the snap on mine, a thrill shot through my body. I undid his jeans and began to ease the zipper down. He mirrored my actions and began to ease his hand inside to cup me. I wiggled to give him room, trembling with the anticipation of his strong fingers finally plunging into my aching pussy.
The phone rang and we jumped apart. He stared at me, his mouth slightly open, his chest heaving. I knew my expression must have been reflecting his.
“Let it ring,” he said breathlessly. I welcomed him back against me as I heard the answering machine pick up.
He splayed his fingers into my slick, wet heat, sending pulses of delicious, fluttering shock waves through me. He growled deep in his chest. “God, Hails, you’re wet!”