Can one kiss change everything?
Find out in an EXCLUSIVE excerpt of Under the Bleachers by K.K. Allen.
Monica & Zachary’s story releasing February 28th!
“Only a few billion times tonight.” I grin and look down at the tie holding my dress together. He eyes it like I’m his present. Holy hell. I hope he unwraps me tonight.
There’s a part of me that wants to tell him we’re moving too slow. But at the same time, I’m enjoying this, whatever it is that we’re building. If foreplay were a gymnastics sport, Zach would win. He’s taken his time to carefully execute every move, and it’s all building up to the grand finale.
Geez. The way he’s eyeing me, like he’s planning his dinner and I’m the main course—it’s hot. “Do I even want to ask what you’re thinking right now?” I ask with a tilt of my head and a grin.
I probably do.
He smiles before his mouth finds mine, kissing me softly while lightly playing with the fabric of my dress. Even with the extra height of the counter, he still hovers over me in the most dominating of stances. I’ve never been one to let a man own me in that way. It’s usually me taking the lead, but everything’s different with Zach—and I love it.
When he steps back, a breeze hits my stomach and I look down to see that he’s undone my dress and the material has fallen open, revealing my carefully selected black and pink lace underwear.
Zach greedily examines my body, making me quiver. His eyes are ablaze, enough to light every sensation within me. And when he zeros in on the lace of my bra, I watch him swallow his surprise before the quietest intake of air passes his lips. It’s all sexy as hell coming from the man now sandwiched between my thighs.
His eyes flicker up to meet mine and they darken ever so slightly. I take a slow, quiet breath, trying like hell to keep my nerves at bay. But the next thing I know, I’m distracted by Zach slowly opening a box next to me. Dessert. “Whatcha got there, Zachary?”
“Just a little something I want to put on you tonight.”
He curls his lip at the corner and reveals an assortment of chocolate covered strawberries. They’re all beautiful, but one of them is special. It’s decorated with white icing like the threads of a football. And that’s the one he chooses to place between my lips. I don’t have time to react before he murmurs darkly, “Bite.”
His authoritative tone shouldn’t catch me off guard, but the thrill of excitement races up my spine. There have been crumbs left along the way revealing a less than gentlemanly side to Zach when it comes to sex. Every now and then he’ll unleash a hint of darkness that only makes me more curious. He’s the perfect contradiction, and my body reacts to all of it.
I bite into the strawberry, eyes rolling into the back of my head, but not from the juices. Zach’s mouth is on my throat, kissing me as I chew, making it almost impossible to swallow. When I do, his mouth moves to mine. This time his kiss ravenous, yet controlled. His lips are firm and demanding as he steals my breath with every stroke of his tongue.
I’m dizzy with contentment as he bites down on my bottom lip and uses the hands on my thighs to pull me forward. I can feel him now. God, he feels good against me. Even more so when the friction of his movements send bolts of pleasure through me.
He must have taken the strawberry from me at some point, because it’s on my skin now. Coolness skates over the curve and dip of my breasts. I look down. A watery pink stream has traveled across exposed skin, leaving a sweet and sticky mess behind. If that’s not enough, the wicked gleam in Zach’s eyes is enough to undo me right here.
Inch-by-inch, his tongue traces the strawberry’s path, lapping the residue clean from my body. My thighs clench around him as his mouth wanders off path and ends up hovering over my nipples, sucking and biting through the sheer cloth of my bra. “Ah,” I moan, and my hands grip the counter’s edge, loving every movement that causes the bulge in his jeans to glide against my core.
When his eyes flutter up to lock eyes with mine, while never removing the suction of his mouth, I completely melt. Those dangerously beautiful blue eyes that are desperate for my pleasure are also daring. He knows what he’s doing to me, and not just physically. He’s after more than that. He’s after my heart.
The strawberry finds my navel, or his mouth does—I don’t know what happens first, because when his tongue pushes into that spot I can’t hold myself up anymore. My elbows give way. I fall back flush against the counter, the movement forcing his mouth lower.
“Sweet Jesus, you taste like heaven,” he murmurs, his words hot against my skin. I gasp when a finger hooks into my underwear and pushes it to the side, exposing me. “And now, I’m about to go to hell.”
One kiss can change everything.
Fun and flirty Monica Stevens lives for chocolate, fashion, and boys … in that order. And she doesn’t take life too seriously, especially when it comes to dating. When a night of innocent banter with Seattle’s hottest NFL quarterback turns passionate, she fears that everything she once managed to protect will soon be destroyed.
Seattle’s most eligible bachelor, Zachary Ryan, is a workaholic by nature, an undercover entrepreneur, and passionate about the organizations he supports. He’s also addicted to Monica, the curvy brunette with a sassy mouth—and not just because she tastes like strawberries and chocolate. She’s as challenging as she is decadent, as witty as she is charming, and she's the perfect distraction from the daily grind.
While Monica comes to a crossroads in her life, Zachary becomes an unavoidable obstacle, forcing her to stop hiding under the bleachers and confront the demons of her past. But as their connection grows stronger, she knows it only brings them closer to their end.
It’s time to let go.
To have a future, we must first deal with our pasts. But what if the two are connected?
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Release: February 28th
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