Dancing After Dark (m/f Erotic Romance)
Brandy Stark knows she's falling for Jackson Quinn. But Jackson is keeping secrets -- and someone wants to keep them apart. Will Brandy learn the truth before it's too late? This 4000-word erotic romance features hot men, kick-ass women, and sizzling sex, and is for adults only. More
Brandy Stark knows she's falling for Jackson Quinn. But Jackson is keeping secrets -- and someone wants to keep them apart. Will Brandy learn the truth before it's too late? This 4000-word erotic romance features hot men, kick-ass women, and sizzling sex, and is for adults only.
In the glare of the parking lot lights, he could see the pulse pounding in her throat. Was she nervous, or turned on? Both ideas were intoxicating.
She turned to him, the question in her eyes. He stroked a thumb across the creamy skin of her cheek. “So soft.” His voice was rough with desire. “Do you trust me, Brandy?”
“Yes,” she said immediately.
“Good.” He stroked her cheek again. “Will you take me home with you?”
A smile spread across her face. “I thought you’d never ask.”
They drove without speaking. Jackson trailed a finger under Brandy’s dress and along her thigh, and she barely stopped herself from pulling over and jumping him. Only the likelihood that they’d both be arrested kept her hands on the wheel.
Never had a man affected her this way. She was used to being the one in control; the fact that she wasn’t entirely sure of her moves with him excited her. And his sense of self-assurance made her want to drive him wild.
Her hands trembled when she tried to unlock the door to her apartment. Gently, Jackson took the key and did it for her. The minute the door closed behind them, Brandy grabbed his shirt with both hands and dragged him down to her. His mouth closed over hers, hot and demanding, and she moaned against him.
Jackson kissed her with absolute concentration, until she thought she’d come from nothing but the pressure of his lips on hers, the fire of his tongue tangling with hers. She tore her mouth away and panted, “Please, you have to [do] me now.”
Jackson chuckled, a low, satisfied sound that made her [core] clench in anticipation. “I do like a woman who knows what she wants. But not yet.”
“Now,” she insisted, tearing his shirt open.
“Naughty girl. Do I need to spank you?”
“Maybe,” she gasped.
“I’ll get to that.” He pulled her to him with one hand on the back of her neck, his tongue plunging into her mouth while his other hand snaked up under her dress. He clenched the fabric of her thong and yanked. The sound of it ripping apart made Brandy pant with impatience.
The sound was muffled by his kiss, but he heard her. He dropped the tatters of fabric and slid two fingers into her slick entrance as his thumb circled her clit, then pressed. Brandy’s head jerked back as she came, thrashing, her [core] clamping around his fingers.