Precious Hearts Romances Books Novels & Stories

There is something about the way it is wrapped, so carefully and deliberately, that makes me think it is more than just a simple gift. I unzip the parcel, my hands trembling slightly, and pull out a stack of books. Romance novels, to be exact. New releases, their covers glossy and pristine, the kind of books I have not had the time or energy to buy since I came back to America. I run my fingers over the titles, my heart aching in a way I cannot quite explain.

I kept my eyes on him the entire time, watching the way he looked at me — like I was something precious instead of something temporary. This is what it feels like when it’s real, I thought, my heart aching in the best way. When he wants me… not just the money. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him even closer. He slipped one hand beneath my lower back, angling me just enough so every stroke brushed that sweet, sensitive place inside me. Soft moans spilled from my lips between our kisses — warmer, sweeter than anything I had ever given him before. “I like you,” he whispered against my mouth. “I really like you, Gwen.”

The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze. “You just didn’t see me,” I whispered, pulling him into another heated kiss, unwilling to let a single second slip away. His lips claimed mine with urgency. He sucked gently on my lower lip while I nipped at his upper, parting for him. Our tongues tangled, hot and reckless, igniting sparks that raced through my veins. His hand slid firmly around my waist, drawing me flush against his body until there was no space left between us. The kiss deepened, consuming, as if neither of us could get enough.

Golden sun streams came through the window into the Johnson mansion to bathe the great dining room with its warmth. Three days since the accident had happened, and it is within the atmosphere brought along by such a situation in life. All was well but the surface of each heart seated on hot coals -and burned so much more under Jasmine's skin than any person could imagine.

I was pretty good at it and at the urging of my then girlfriend Julie, had submitted a few to a story site named Erotic escapes where under the pen name hotforteacher I'd gotten some pretty good reviews. Most of my stories were about older women with guys my age and Miss Ross had been the inspiration for many of them. Most of my female leads had the same long dark hair, big brown eyes and perfect full lips as my favorite English teacher. Yes Miss Ross had been the nasty little cougar in my mind and in print many times over the last few months. Shit, I'd even joined her writing discussion group because it met every other Sunday at her house.

ALEXEI I was in my office, the heavy oak door framing a picture of stoic control. The fire crackled in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the bookshelves crammed with leather-bound volumes, each a silent testament to the Pushkin legacy. Yet, I couldn't focus on the crackling flames or the comforting aroma of pipe tobacco. My mind, usually a battlefield of strategic maneuvers and calculated risks, was consumed by the memory of her kiss. Zoey. Her lips, soft and yielding beneath mine, had ignited a fire within me, a wildfire that threatened to consume the carefully constructed walls I'd built around my heart.

He reaches over, his hand gripping my wrist tightly. “Don’t.” “Excuse me?” I question, my heart thumping when his knuckles brush my cleavage, making my eyes flash pink. “Don’t tempt me,” he warns huskily. His eyes flicker gold as he looks down at my necklace- or more like my breasts and I want him… “Oh…” I murmur, my heart racing. Our eyes meet once again and I’m unable to look away, as if the magnetic pull of those dreamy hazel eyes with thick lashes are tugging me into their magical abyss.

Other Books by the Author . . . 1. Baby's Daddy — Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery 2. The Third Side of the Coin — Horror/Suspense 3. Her Dilemma — Pregnancy-Romance/Billionaire 4. The Rancher's Heart — Romance/Single-Father 5. A Week of Batching — Mystery/Suspense . 6. Chronicles of an Amnesiac — SciFi/Mystery/Short Story 7. On Air — Billionaire/Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery

He remained on his seat while looking at me curiously. "Yearn for my yes. Telling you that I like you too doesn't mean I already said my yes. Prove yourself first!" Then I stuck my tounge out and went out of the rooftop. Upon closing the door, I could feel the heat that resting on my cheeks and the rapidly beating of my heart in my chest. It felt like any moment from now, my heart would make an explosion inside my ribcage. Parker is the only person who could do such things on me.

With each stroke, her hips moved in sync with my touch, craving more of the pleasure I was offering. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she arched her back, surrendering to the sensations that consumed her. Her gasps grew louder, mingling with the rhythm of our bodies moving in unison. The room filled with the intoxicating scent of our desire, a heady mix of sweat and passion. Our hearts beat in harmony, a symphony of love and lust that echoed through the air. With her, nothing else mattered. I was lost with her, and so was she.