✨EXCERPT: BROKEN BUTTERFLY by @jennilynnwyer releasing May 13!
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“I’m not sure I’m ready to do this,” she says from the other room.
“Get your ass out here or I’m coming in to get you.”
“I’d take great pleasure in slamming and locking the door in your face if there were any doors in this place,” she grumbles, and I chuckle.
Elizabeth tentatively walks out of the bedroom, her nervousness apparent by the way her hands fidget at her sides, and my mind goes blank for a second.
She’s wearing the two-piece bikini set I bought her in New York because I liked the color. I never thought she would actually wear it, because sweet, pious Elizabeth wouldn’t be caught in something so scandalous. But she’s not that girl anymore, is she?
My gaze follows the path of her butterfly tattoos before my eyes land on the vertical scar that starts at her navel. My fantasies of her in it are nothing compared to the magnificent reality standing before me now.
“Stop it, Fallon.” She covers her abdomen with her hands. “The way you’re looking at me is exactly why I’m not ready to expose myself like this.”
“How am I looking at you?”
“You’re scowling like my scars either disgust you or you pity me because of them.”
I didn’t realize I was scowling. Seeing the reminders of what happened to her makes me want to burn the entire world to the ground.
“Disgust was the furthest thing from my mind, I can assure you,” I reply.
“You pity me, then.”
I slowly approach her. “Wrong again.” I give in to the temptation to touch what can never be mine. Moving her hands away from her abdomen, I trail my fingers up the soft skin of her arms, and she shivers. My fingers glide down the curves of her torso, and she pulls in a shaky breath. I tempt fate by splaying my hand across her stomach, my thumb running soft circles around her navel. “Does this feel like pity to you?”
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✨EXCERPT: PLAYING WITH FIRE by @a.j.ranney releasing May 16th!
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“What is it you want?”
“You. I want you.”
He spun suddenly, still holding me to him, and took two steps before bracing me on the edge of the kitchen table. “Can you be quiet?”
Oh fuck yes. I nodded, and pressed my teeth harder into my lip. I wasn’t sure what he had in mind. I doubted he planned to have me right here with his kids asleep upstairs. But his gaze was all sorts of serious, and I’d agree to just about anything if it meant I could feel him. His touch. His mouth. Any of him.
He glanced down at my sleep shorts and groaned. “Do these even cover your ass.”
I smirked. “Mostly.”
He slowly looked back up my body as his fingers danced along the hem of my shorts. I braced my hands behind me and leaned back, giving him more access.
“You like teasing me?” His thumb disappeared under the fabric of my shorts and pressed hard against my clit.
My hips bucked and his grip tightened on my hip, holding me still.
“I like the way you look at me.”
“And how do I look at you?”
I stared at him, trying to find the right words to describe it. “Like you couldn’t possibly go another minute without kissing me. Or touching me.”
“That is very accurate.” He smiled. “Even if you were wearing sweats that covered your gorgeous body, I’d still want to touch you. To feel your lips against mine.”
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