Trans-fer-ence by Ava Harrison is burning up the charts. This doctor, patient contemporary romance might be just what you are looking for to heat up the cold fall nights.
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He reaches out and traces my swollen lips then passes a hand down my neck to the hollow of my chest. He continues a trail until he unbuttons each button on my blouse. Slowly.
One.
Two.
Three.
I shiver as he passes lightly over each breast, his fingertips stroking each pert nipple. He touches me, but it’s not enough. I need him inside me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull his body in toward me. His rock hard length presses against my core. He looks at me through hooded eyes as he pulls his hand away from my chest and tips me backward so my back hits the broad surface. Leaning down, he removes my legs from around his waist and traces up the exposed skin of my thigh. When he reaches my thong, he runs circles over the sensitive flesh hidden beneath. Teasing me. Torturing me.
“Please,” I moan.
“What do you need?” He rubs a little harder. “Do you need me to touch you? Taste you? Or do you want me inside you?” A ragged moan leaves my mouth as I push up to apply more pressure. He nods in understanding, then drops down.
Soft fingers pull at my thong.
Remove it.
Leave me bare.
Soft lips touch my skin. Traveling at a punishingly slow pace, sure to drive me mad with need.
Preston’s mouth kisses up higher. Inch by inch.
Sucking.
Nipping.
Drawing it out, making me pant.
When I think I can’t take much more, his hands cup me from beneath, lifting my pelvis to meet his mouth. Warm currents electrify my body. His arms are braced around my hips and pull me closer. His warm breath hits me where I need him most.
Desperate.
I’m desperate for him to touch me there. To feel his tongue lap at my sensitive skin.
His fingers part me. One slips inside as his tongue swipes at my buddle of nerves.
I lift my hips and he buries his face deeper into me.
He licks with a ferocity I have never felt before. His fingers keep up the pace, matching the swipe of his tongue.
A demanding rhythm.
His assault drives me higher and higher.
Faster and Faster.
Until the ripple of sensations flood my senses.
When I come down from my high, I find him staring down at me with hooded eyes.
“God, you’re beautiful when you come undone.” Lifting to a seated position, I reach for his belt buckle.
One.
Two.
Three.
I shiver as he passes lightly over each breast, his fingertips stroking each pert nipple. He touches me, but it’s not enough. I need him inside me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull his body in toward me. His rock hard length presses against my core. He looks at me through hooded eyes as he pulls his hand away from my chest and tips me backward so my back hits the broad surface. Leaning down, he removes my legs from around his waist and traces up the exposed skin of my thigh. When he reaches my thong, he runs circles over the sensitive flesh hidden beneath. Teasing me. Torturing me.
“Please,” I moan.
“What do you need?” He rubs a little harder. “Do you need me to touch you? Taste you? Or do you want me inside you?” A ragged moan leaves my mouth as I push up to apply more pressure. He nods in understanding, then drops down.
Soft fingers pull at my thong.
Remove it.
Leave me bare.
Soft lips touch my skin. Traveling at a punishingly slow pace, sure to drive me mad with need.
Preston’s mouth kisses up higher. Inch by inch.
Sucking.
Nipping.
Drawing it out, making me pant.
When I think I can’t take much more, his hands cup me from beneath, lifting my pelvis to meet his mouth. Warm currents electrify my body. His arms are braced around my hips and pull me closer. His warm breath hits me where I need him most.
Desperate.
I’m desperate for him to touch me there. To feel his tongue lap at my sensitive skin.
His fingers part me. One slips inside as his tongue swipes at my buddle of nerves.
I lift my hips and he buries his face deeper into me.
He licks with a ferocity I have never felt before. His fingers keep up the pace, matching the swipe of his tongue.
A demanding rhythm.
His assault drives me higher and higher.
Faster and Faster.
Until the ripple of sensations flood my senses.
When I come down from my high, I find him staring down at me with hooded eyes.
“God, you’re beautiful when you come undone.” Lifting to a seated position, I reach for his belt buckle.
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"He makes love to me like a desperate man. Like a starved man. Like a man trying to take possession of me.
Like a man trying to own me."
Like a man trying to own me."
