Thursday, March 14, 2013

Tease Us Thursday... #teaseusthursday

Here we are again with two enticing teasers to get your weekend reading agenda started...
Sidda Lee Tate
Kayla inhaled deeply, her insides shaking. “I think I should go.” Her eyes went over his bare shoulders, strong and tan and smooth. She rethought her statement, knowing she didn’t want to leave, intimidated by, yet craving what might happen if she stayed. “Thanks for breakfast, and…um…by the way, where am I?”
“I’m thinking, you’re in the exact place you should be.”Holding her gaze, he closed in on the already not-so-spacious gap between them. His heat, his smell…God, his smell, musk and barely-there cinnamon, it was dizzying. Her determination to leave moments ago became imperceptible, and her mind was left with nothing but thoughts of his hands, his mouth on her body.
“Leaving would be smart,” she said shakily. His hips, his glorious half-covered hips, grazed against her. She knew how his bare skin felt at the touch of her fingers, a hint of him was still there, and her legs became weak at the thought of him pressed against her. His top half, bare and delicious, hovered mere centimeters away, and his knowing eyes drifted to her lips and held fast.
“Last night…getting that drunk...was not smart,” he said, his smile mocking playfully, his hands pressing into the counter top on either side of her.
She laughed to cover her nervousness, loving the feel of being trapped so close to him, and hating it at the same time. His name, what in the hell is his name?
Marco turned Pippa’s stubborn body round so he could look at her properly. Her eyes were wide but any emotion was masked, as if she had pulled the shutters down on her feelings. The urge to run his finger down her cheek was too powerful to resist. He felt a tiny shudder as he traced skin as soft as butter, softer than his wildest imaginings.

“When are you going to tell me the truth about what happened?”

She wouldn’t look at him. “I tried to tell you this morning. You didn’t want to listen.”

As if his hands had a life of their own, Marco tipped up her chin.
 What was she thinking, he wondered, his stomach aching at the irrational need possessing him, the need to kiss away all her pain, to make her
better, make her whole. He could feel the warmth of her breath on his
face, smell her sweetness. The urge to taste those delectable lips
became all-consuming. Just one taste. Just one bite of the forbidden
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