Welcome to the 33nd week of My Sexy Saturday.
Have you ever read about characters and wondered where their loving feelings have gone? Face it, we love characters coming back together after a fight, a long hiatus from each other or maybe it was a lifetime. We love seeing those characters getting their sexy back, remembering how it was to love someone.
“What are ya doin’ to me?” he pleaded. “I feel like I know ya, lass. I want nuthin’ more than to kiss ya.”
“Do it,” she challenged him breathlessly.
Llach barely moved and his lips were on Hannah’s. He closed his eyes when she opened to him and took control of her mouth. As soon as he did, flashes of her naked, writhing beneath him, blinded him behind his closed lids. Glimpses of various beautiful body parts danced evocatively through his mind. Of her on top of him, kissing his chest. It was more than just wishing to see her like that. It was more like a memory.
Llachlan wrenched his mouth from hers. “Why do I know ya?” His chest heaved. “Why do I know that ya have a tattoo on the inside of your wrist?” His thumb stroked the soft skin there.
“The same reason that I know that you have one on your left bicep,” she answered, also breathing hard. She wrapped her hands around his upper arms, holding him tightly as he tensed at her words. “You know me.” She stared deeply into his eyes.
“How can I know that you have another just above your lovely left breast?” He imagined his lips closing over it and sucking softly, even though he could not remember exactly what the image depicted.
Hannah took hold of his chin. “Because you know me,” she whispered, as her lips closed over his. She went wild in his arms, pressing her lovely little body against his hard one. She didn’t kiss him timidly, like a guy expected a woman he’d just met to do. There was no exploration or awkwardness. She just went at him like a lover, driving him to forget to be gentle, driving the blackness in him to take over.
Her fingers battled with the clasp of his jeans as she palmed the length of his painful erection. He couldn’t stifle the growl that erupted from his chest.
He snaked his hand down her stomach, heading for the destination that his hungry cock wanted to be. He thumbed the button open and slid down the nylon zipper. “And how do I know that when I reach down here you will be as smooth as silk?” He slid his hand into her panties and groaned loudly when he found exactly what he knew would be there. “Oh God, it feels beautiful.” He slicked his fingers into the soft folds of her wonderfully wet cunt.He slipped a finger inside her. She gasped and clenched around him just as he’d known she would.
“I feel like I have already loved ya,” he murmured against her temple. “Not like my excitement for ya is new, but that I have already sunk myself into your sweet heat and I canna wait to get back there.”
Hannah Keys thinks she's setting off on the trip of her dreams, but after one mishap after another—beginning with her best friend abandoning her in the airport and ending with the man of her dreams dead—she's renaming it the vacation from hell.
When Hannah Keys discovers a four-hundred-year-old portrait in Wales, she is intrigued and somewhat saddened by the handsome Highlander portrayed by the artist's masterful, lifelike strokes. But when she runs into the majorly hunky model for the painting—in the flesh, in the middle of the night—she learns first-hand all about masterful strokes when she shares a night of medieval passion with him.
Lockhart Munro has been cursed inside the portrait until he meets Hannah Keys. For four hundred years, no one has heard him or seen him, let alone touched him. The one woman who can do all these things may be the key to his long-awaited freedom.
But if Hannah sets Lockhart free from his prison, will she be cursed to spend the rest of her lifetime without him?
Or perhaps freeing Lockhart will be just the beginning…
I hope you enjoyed this week's excerpt from Lost Time. Don't forget to check out the other My Sexy Saturday authors from the list below.
Here's a snip from Lost Time (erotic time-travel romance)
“What are ya doin’ to me?” he pleaded. “I feel like I know ya, lass. I want nuthin’ more than to kiss ya.”
“Do it,” she challenged him breathlessly.
Llach barely moved and his lips were on Hannah’s. He closed his eyes when she opened to him and took control of her mouth. As soon as he did, flashes of her naked, writhing beneath him, blinded him behind his closed lids. Glimpses of various beautiful body parts danced evocatively through his mind. Of her on top of him, kissing his chest. It was more than just wishing to see her like that. It was more like a memory.
Llachlan wrenched his mouth from hers. “Why do I know ya?” His chest heaved. “Why do I know that ya have a tattoo on the inside of your wrist?” His thumb stroked the soft skin there.“The same reason that I know that you have one on your left bicep,” she answered, also breathing hard. She wrapped her hands around his upper arms, holding him tightly as he tensed at her words. “You know me.” She stared deeply into his eyes.
“How can I know that you have another just above your lovely left breast?” He imagined his lips closing over it and sucking softly, even though he could not remember exactly what the image depicted.
Hannah took hold of his chin. “Because you know me,” she whispered, as her lips closed over his. She went wild in his arms, pressing her lovely little body against his hard one. She didn’t kiss him timidly, like a guy expected a woman he’d just met to do. There was no exploration or awkwardness. She just went at him like a lover, driving him to forget to be gentle, driving the blackness in him to take over.
Her fingers battled with the clasp of his jeans as she palmed the length of his painful erection. He couldn’t stifle the growl that erupted from his chest.
He snaked his hand down her stomach, heading for the destination that his hungry cock wanted to be. He thumbed the button open and slid down the nylon zipper. “And how do I know that when I reach down here you will be as smooth as silk?” He slid his hand into her panties and groaned loudly when he found exactly what he knew would be there. “Oh God, it feels beautiful.” He slicked his fingers into the soft folds of her wonderfully wet cunt.He slipped a finger inside her. She gasped and clenched around him just as he’d known she would.
“I feel like I have already loved ya,” he murmured against her temple. “Not like my excitement for ya is new, but that I have already sunk myself into your sweet heat and I canna wait to get back there.”
©Copyright H K Carlton
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Blurb:
Within this frame, his curse is time…
Hannah Keys thinks she's setting off on the trip of her dreams, but after one mishap after another—beginning with her best friend abandoning her in the airport and ending with the man of her dreams dead—she's renaming it the vacation from hell.When Hannah Keys discovers a four-hundred-year-old portrait in Wales, she is intrigued and somewhat saddened by the handsome Highlander portrayed by the artist's masterful, lifelike strokes. But when she runs into the majorly hunky model for the painting—in the flesh, in the middle of the night—she learns first-hand all about masterful strokes when she shares a night of medieval passion with him.
Lockhart Munro has been cursed inside the portrait until he meets Hannah Keys. For four hundred years, no one has heard him or seen him, let alone touched him. The one woman who can do all these things may be the key to his long-awaited freedom.
But if Hannah sets Lockhart free from his prison, will she be cursed to spend the rest of her lifetime without him?
Or perhaps freeing Lockhart will be just the beginning…
Have a Sexy Saturday!
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