Best Steamy Historical Romance Novels & Stories

His friend had almost coal-dark hair, and was deliciously muscled. Jeanie glanced down as she loaded the last washer, and let out a nearly silent sigh of relief. She could feel her nipples stiffening against her bra, and she was concerned that they might be visible through her top. Jeanie sat down and put her nose in the book that she’d brought with her, but knew from the moment that she opened it that it was a bad idea. The racy romance novel was the last thing that was going to distract her from the surge of arousal that had come over her. The bookmark sat right at the beginning of a heated coupling between the characters in the book.

she said, standing up and walking around to the back of his throne. She lifted her skirts, revealing her bare ass to him. "Come and get it, my darling," she said, spreading her cheeks invitingly. Roman didn't need to be told twice. He stood up and dropped his breeches, freeing his hard, throbbing cock. He stepped forward and positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips as he slid into her tight, wet pussy. Reigna moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder. "Oh, Roman," she gasped. "You feel so good. So big and hard and perfect."

"Tricia, I sincerely like how you romanticized my body the first time. Now, please start doing it and once you do it better, I will pay you more money. Is that okay with you?" Tricia lay on top of him with her hands on the opposite sides of the bed. She stuck out her tongue and started twirling it on his nipples. Carlo felt the irresistible pleasure, but this time, it's more pleasurable than the last time she worshiped his body. Probably because the wine already made both of them wilder and out of control. "Shit... you must be really drunk... or perhaps you are starting to have a feeling for me!"

Hot water cascaded over us, steam rising quickly around our bodies. The kiss deepened, growing more intense. I felt so small beneath him, his larger frame crowding me against the tiles as water sluiced down our skin. Every brush of his tongue sent sparks racing through me. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, breathing hard. His forehead rested against mine, eyes dark with lust. “Let me clean you up,” he whispered hotly against my ear, lips grazing the sensitive shell, “so you can ride me.” My cheeks and ears burned fiercely. I could only nod, body already responding to the promise in his words.

In that case, all bets would be off. . . . . . THE END . . . . . Ember Casey is a USA Today bestselling author who writes books about wicked billionaires, Hollywood bad boys, playboy princes, and rugged adventurers. The other stories in her bestselling Fontaines of Hollywood series include The Lies Between the Lines (Luca's story!), The Secret to Seduction, The Mystery of You, and the Thrill of Temptation.

His eyes are darkened by shadows and lust, and I spread my legs apart, giving him enough room to fit his tall frame between my legs. “You’re so fucking hot, Heidi,” he tells me, starting to slide his boxers down his legs. I watch him, swallowing hard as I wait for him to finally get rid of all the layers of clothing and get back to me. The whole scene is so sexy and effortlessly arousing that I can’t recognize myself and my dirty thoughts. It feels like a scene straight out of one of those steamy romance books I like reading so much. Having read so many of them is coming in handy right now. Otherise, I’d have no idea what to do to make Cal feel as good as he’s making me feel. I don’t want to

“Answer me, Rose.” “Yes.” The word hissed out of her lips, husky and warm, making me iron hard as my cock tried to get out of my pants and fuck her then and there. . . A. Gupta Check out my other books: CAGED- A Dark Billionaire Captive Romance BRIDE TO BE. TWISTED MARRIAGE - A DARK MMF Mafia Romance His Broken Princess His Steel Princess All my books are dark with anti heroes and erôtica. All books are completed!

I gently graze his lips with mine, wetting them with my gentle kiss. He places his hands upon the small of my back and pulls me in closer, kissing me back with a soft and warm passion. His lips and tongue dance with mine—sending spasms of lust spiralling through my core. This first kiss feels so amazing—sensual, passionate, and delicately sexy. The expensive scent of his cologne only further spikes my desire for him. He smells so manly and clean.

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE🔥 --- Chapter Two The Warning Beneath the Suit The morning sun barely filtered through the thin curtains of Evelyn’s kitchen window, casting long strips of pale gold across the old wood floor. She stood barefoot on the chilled boards, coffee in hand, hair unbrushed, shirt borrowed from her late father—faded red plaid hanging off one shoulder—and tried to ignore the storm rising in her gut. Last night’s encounter with Damien Romano had not just left her rattled; it had torn something loose inside her. Something dangerous. The man had stepped onto her land like he belonged, like the dirt itself bent beneath his polished shoes, and then he’d spoken with a calm so soaked in a

She places a heavy, exhausted hand on my chest. “Aren’t you tired?” she whispers. Her bedroom voice sends a jolt straight to my groin. I’m hard again. My body refuses to back down, and looking at her, I remember exactly why my ex-wife packed her bags. No woman ever wants a second round with me. Except maybe Mrs. Monroe, the wealthy widow who knows exactly how to handle a man like me. For one reckless second, I think Mrs. Stockholm might be different too. I push my finger deeper.