Model: Nick Bennett (https://www.facebook.com/nickbennett6/)
A first kiss that changed everything.
He was the most feared guy in high-school.
Guarded. Angry. A fighter.
But when I caught him watching me with his captivating green eyes I saw something more. Something protective and kind.
He warned me to stay away from him.
Until I didn’t and he kissed me. A knee weakening, body tingling kiss that left me breathless. And scared the hell out of me.
He warned me never to come near him again or next time he wouldn’t let me go.
That was eleven years ago.
We aren’t teenagers anymore. He has probably forgotten me. He’s a famous rock star now. I’m a dance instructor with a broken dream and desperate for a job.
So, when we cross paths again I don’t expect him to remember me.
And his warning eleven years ago? I’m about to find out exactly what that meant.
Excerpt copyright 2017
The thin sweet crunch mixing with the light, airy cream tickled my tongue.
Indulging was rare. Indulging in something like crème brûlée was heaven on a spoon.
But what made it even more like heaven was that Killian watched me with desire blazing in his eyes.
I swallowed, then with the tip of my tongue, I slid it over my lower lip, licking the remnants of cream.
“Fuck,” he growled.
I secretly smiled, heart pumping wildly.
I’d never been sexy or tried to be sexy, but I wanted to be with Killian. He made it easy for me to be brave.
Lights dim, candles flickering, the soft jazz music in the background, skin tingling from the sexy-as-hell man next to me, yeah, I was brave.
I dipped the spoon in again, but Killian’s fingers spanned my wrist, stopping me.
I met his eyes and without a word, but knowing exactly what he wanted by the silent exchange of his steady expression, I released the spoon to him.
His attention went to the dessert where he tapped the light thin sugar shell before breaking through and sinking into the airy lightness.
He lifted the overfilled spoon at the same time as his eyes.
I thought he was going to take a bite himself, but he held the spoon out to me. “Open.”
I nervously laughed, thinking he was kidding; it was a huge mouthful. “It’s too much.”
“I know. Open, Savvy,” he said.
Oh, God, my belly dropped and my sex clenched. I swallowed, licking my lips again.
“No,” he said with a firm voice. “I didn’t ask you to lick your lips. Although that is fuckin’ delectable as hell.” His tone lowered further. “I asked you to open your mouth.”
My eyes widened. Holy. Fuck. That was hot. Demanding and a little scary because him using that voice I’d pretty much do anything he asked.
I opened, and he slid the dessert into my mouth, and since there was so much, it hit the roof, sides, and back of my throat. He didn’t remove the spoon right away and watched as I struggled not to pull away.
When I was just about to say screw it, he said, “My cock will fill your mouth a hell of a lot more than this.”
I nearly choked. And I would’ve if he didn’t slowly remove the spoon, my lips dragging over the cool, smooth surface of the spoon to make certain I took the entire dessert.
His elbow rested on the table, spoon in his hand, eyes on mine as I swallowed little by little until it was gone. The entire time I thought about his cock.
Nashoda Rose is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Toronto with her assortment of pets. She writes contemporary romance with a splash of darkness, or maybe it’s a tidal wave.