The following Hump Day Hump Excerpt from Gascon Victors and the Batty Beautician is for Readers 18 and Over.
“Pretty room,” he said, walking to the window to touch the black lace curtains. “It suits you.”
“Thanks. Are you getting hungry?” She unfastened her hair from where it was piled on her head and it tumbled down her shoulders and back. As she tossed aside the pins that had held it up, he stepped closer and caressed the dark tresses.
His smoldering gaze on her, he said, “Starving.”
“So am I,” she breathed.
Again they reached for each other simultaneously.
Mia surrendered to Harrison. Closing her eyes, she leaned into him.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he held her close. His free hand caressed her back and Mia loved the feel of his hard body against hers. The scent of his citrus cologne aroused her even more. She inhaled along the side of his strong neck.
Harrison swept her into his arms and she clung to him. Their gazes met. Looking into his eyes, she knew being with him was right. She wanted to be as close to him as possible, to learn everything about him.
“You’re so beautiful, Mia,” he said. Those words warmed her and made her feel beautiful.
She caressed his face and kissed him. Harrison placed her gently on the bed. Mia wore a black shirt that clung to her. He stroked her through it, caressing the curve of her hip and cupping her full breasts. While caressing her, he kissed her again.
Mia wove her fingers through his long, dark hair. She kicked off her sandals and spread her legs as he raised her skirt to her waist and stroked her inner thighs.
She wanted to touch his bare skin and feel his weight on her. While he nuzzled her neck, she tugged his shirt from his pants and slid her hands underneath. His chest was lean, hard and dusted with soft, dark hair. Mia moaned and tightened her fingers on him.
Harrison sat up and pulled off his shirt, exposing his chiseled chest. Though not overly muscled, he obviously hit the gym regularly.
Unable to resist, Mia sat up and ran her lips and tongue over his chest, then sank lower to lick and kiss his sleek stomach.
“Oh, Mia,” he breathed, threading his fingers through her hair. “I want you so much.”
Gascon Victors and the Batty Beautician
by Kate Hill
From Changeling Press
Cover art: Marteeka Karland
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