This is a continuation of the scene from the last blog post. Forbidden Desires is out November 19th…pretty darn soon! 🙂

He cursed under his breath. He’d have sworn she was as into the kiss as he’d been, but obviously he was wrong. He stepped back, putting a little space between them. “I’m sorry, Bella. I didn’t mean to push so hard. I thought… I’m sorry.”

She stared at him for a long moment, really looked into his eyes as if she were taking his measure. “You didn’t. But I like it when men ask.” She took one step forward, twisting her fingers around the choker he wore, tightening it slightly against his throat. Her eyes gleamed brightly, and her sinfully sexy voice was a low drawl. “Actually, I like it when they beg.”

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I never remember to do a Six Sentence Sunday post, so I’ll do a version of my own, with more than six sentences.  This is from FORBIDDEN DESIRES, which is out November 19th from Carina Press.

“Ah. Real furniture. Much better than the itty bitty Victorian sofa my sister has.” Marcus shuddered dramatically, but it wasn’t all feigned. “I’m afraid to sit on it. Every time I do, I hear this little creak…”

Her laugh burst free, so open and vibrant he couldn’t help himself. He tugged her into his arms and, before she could protest, he slanted his mouth over hers.

Jesus, the taste of her nearly knocked him to his knees. Her lips felt warm and soft and tasted of the Japanese tea they’d had with dinner, covered by a slight hint of almond from the cookie she’d nibbled after their meal. When she gasped, he deepened the kiss and wound one hand into her hair, tugging her up against his suddenly aching dick. He rubbed rhythmically at the small of her back, urging her closer to him. She shivered, but she wasn’t the only one.

And then Bella slid a hand between them and pushed lightly against his chest, breaking their contact. She was breathing hard, but her words were soft and precise. “Stop. Ask first.”

He jerked in surprise and blinked. That kiss had sucked all the oxygen from his lungs and maybe even his brain. “What?”

“Ask me if you can kiss me.”