Bridgerton Book Steamy Excerpt Novelas e Histórias

The cold water from his shorts seeped through the towel, and Mirabel bit her already-flushed lower lip. He didn’t ask as he slid one hand down her arm, and his fingers wrapped around her wrist. Gently, he pulled her hand and the towel it clutched away from her body. The damp fabric pooled at their feet. The air, thick with steam, touched her naked skin. She stood completely exposed, her large breasts heavy in the humid air, and the dark triangle between her legs still slick from her bath. Merlin’s breath hitched. It was the only sound for a long moment. His eyes darkened, and the laid-back grin was gone, replaced by a stark, focused intensity. “Fuck,” he breathed.

Full of filthy secrets. “She has been very welcoming,” I replied, keeping my voice steady. Under the table, her bare foot slowly slid up my calf. I nearly dropped my fork. Isabella smiled sweetly at my father. “Ethan is such a gentleman. It is wonderful having another man in the house.” The double meaning made my cock twitch hard against my pants. The rest of dinner was a masterclass in restraint. Isabella’s foot kept teasing me. Brushing higher. Pressing against my inner thigh. Once, her toes brushed right over my aching erection. I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stay silent.

“Hmm, yes it is. You're enjoying this Miss Fisher.” “No, Sir, I'm not. Honestly. I just want to pass, Sir. That's all.” “Well that's not what your p***y is telling me. Look it's getting really juicy now.” He said, slipping in his finger. “Oh, yeah, really juicy. You're enjoying it.” “I'm not.” She said holding his hand there. Janet's bum was moving towards his crotch as he withdrew his fingers, smearing her juices over the crack of her bum. She moaned, lifting it even higher towards him.

The friction teased my clit, drawing a soft moan from my lips, my body responding instinctively to his touch. "lease, Dante... I need you to take me, own me tonight," I whispered, my voice trembling with raw desire.. Inside, sensations flooded me; the rough denim of his jeans against my sensitive skin, the heat radiating from his body. "That's what I like to hear,"he teased, his breath hot against my neck as he nipped at my earlobe . "But first, let's make sure you're properly prepared. Hands above your head—now."

He just shut the door behind him and began gesturing into the room, his eyes dragging across every inch of her body. Isadora’s body quivered from within, the look in his eyes stirring up something rough and dangerous within her. But she shut it out. Because… she couldn’t be dripping or desiring him again, like he and his brother didn’t fucking ruin her body like she was theirs to greedily ravish. “So, you are into stuff like this?” Damian asked, raising the book that she was reading. It was a dark romance, and the title was enough introduction about what the book contained.

Chapter 28 Alice His hand slid along my inner thighs, sending shockwaves racing through my body. I pressed closer towards him, drawn in by the warm, damp heat coming from his chest. Our bodies were so close now, the air between us thick with tension. His fingers moved slowly upward, teasing my sensitive skin until they reached the slick folds of my pussy. Without a word, he pushed one finger inside… gentle at first, then deeper, filling me in a way that made my breath catch. A low, desperate moan tore from my lips as my pussy trapped in every inch of his finger.

I blurted, as I took some water, but I bumped as I turned around, and the water splashed everywhere. “Ahh!” I shrieked as the water drenched me, and Lyon rushed to her paper towel to clean my shirt. “Sorry, I should…” he was saying, but he trailed off, and I noticed he was staring at my chest, which was transparent after being soaked, revealing my red bra and cleavages. “What? You want some?” I asked, tilting my head, as I licked my lips. I was already wet at the thought of my hot professor fucking me against the kitchen counter, just like before. Those sweet memories, which I couldn't forget.

Your line of thoughts aligned with mine' Aurora exclaimed dramatically and I giggled inwardly, shutting her out as I dragged out a book from the shelf. I randomly opened a page and the first thing I saw made me freeze on the spot. My breath hitched as I scanned the next line, and then the line that followed the next, because this wasn't what I needed after trying so hard to be physically far away from Alexander, but I couldn't stop reading. 'He bent her over his messy desk and slammed into her aching warmth, hard.' 'Her lips parted into a soundless moan, her body arching to meet his thrusts as he plunged into her over and over again...'

I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, turning back for my book on the kitchen counter; reading books will forever be my first love. At The Tasty Place Diner I found what might be my new inspiration. He was tall, almost roughed, not too soft. I don’t know what to make of what happened. “Mr. Blackwood,” he had signed my book; who was he? He was light skinned. I usually like men a shade closer to purple. His chest was broad, too broad. Usually my men are slimmer. He had lazy eyes that looked intense just when he needed them to be. Bedroom McDreamy eyes... And he smiled like a humming bird, glorious and slick.

I waved the tablet in triumph—then froze. I had expected stock reports, shady business emails, maybe even a list of people he planned to fire. But what I actually found? A romance novel. Not just any romance novel. My favorite romance novel. I gasped. “Pierce Carter… are you seriously reading Falling for the Tycoon?” His jaw twitched. “Give. It. Back.” I ignored him, eyes glued to the screen. “Oh my God—you’re on Chapter 12! That’s literally the steamiest scene in the book.” My jaw dropped. “Wait. Are you stalking my Kindle? Are you some kind of literary creep who tracks my reading habits?”