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Today’s spicy excerpt is from Runaway Love Story, Book 2 in my Book Nirvana series. Both the hero & heroine are avid runners, an activity I miss since my knees succumbed to the ravages of age and injury. I loved running the trails again with Doug and Laurel. In this scene, a steamy kiss on a public trail leads to some very naughty groping in the woods!
Excerpt:
“Man, you’re a tough coach.” She chugged up the hill, her calf muscles flexing, her long ponytail bobbing like a silk flag.
Behind her, he muttered under his breath, “Just run. Just run. Just run.”
At a switchback, she stopped and leaned on the railing. “Rock in my shoe.” She bent to untie it, then grinned up at him. “Watch out for bears, will you?”
He saluted. “Will do.” But his gaze riveted to her behind as she fiddled with her laces. Holding onto his arm for balance, she dumped the grit from her shoe. When she bent again to refasten it, her foot slid on loose gravel.
“Oops. Sorry.” They collided, his thigh between hers, her hand on his chest, their faces inches apart. Her lips parted. Her lashes fluttered down. Her breath stroked his cheek. Kapow. The energy simmering between them flared into a supernova.
He clutched her waist, pulled her in tight, and crushed his lips to hers. Her mouth relaxed and welcomed his probing tongue. She tasted like cinnamon, sweet and hot. His pulse galloped, and his cock reared up like a dragon, ready to fly.
Somewhere at the back of his brain, an alarm blared. Shouting and laughing, a cluster of teens bounced down the path.
Laurel angled her hips, pressed her damp heat to his thigh, and whispered the sweetest word he’d ever heard, “Please.”
“This way.” He tugged her through a narrow opening in the bushes, probably just a deer trail. Twigs scraped his skin, but at this point, he would’ve pushed through rusty blades to get at her. Resting his back on the trunk of a tall pine, he pulled her tight against his chest. She giggled into his shoulder.
“Sshh.” He touched his finger to her lips. She licked it, her tongue scorching hot.
God help me.
Ten feet away, the teens guffawed and shouted and took selfies. In here, shielded by undergrowth, a secret garden bloomed. The forest loam soft beneath their feet, the tang of pine needles mingling with her intoxicating scent—floral shampoo, beachy sunscreen, and hot, ripe, juicy woman. His hands slid beneath her tank top and over her damp skin. She tugged his T-shirt free from his waistband. “Take this off,” she whispered. She unfastened her belt and pulled her top over her head. Pressed against him in just her shorts and sports bra, she fumbled with his belt, then stripped off his shirt.
Her fingertips skimmed over his furry chest. Should he have shaved that too? He felt like a skinny blond gorilla, exposed in the open air.
“I love this.” Her fingers wove into his thatch. Her thumbs found his nipples, circled round and round, igniting rings of shivery pleasure.
All righty then. No shaving.
While her hands slid over his back, he cupped her sweet, soft breasts through her damp bra. Her nipples pebbled hard at his touch. He searched for a bra clasp. Finding none, he tugged the strap down. She slid her arm free, and her right breast plumped into his palm, silky and warm and delicious. He had to taste her.
The kids laughed and yelled just a few yards away. Despite the tree bark scraping his back, he slid down until his mouth found her beautiful, rosy nipple, firm and hot beneath his tongue. He sucked greedily.
She moaned, stroked his head, clutched him closer while her free hand pulled her bra down to her waist.
A shriek of laughter from the path. He rose, cupped her jaw, and inclined his head. She nodded, then flashed the most beautiful, wicked smile. His heart nearly burst out of his straining ribcage when her hand trailed down his belly, dipped to the front of his shorts, and grasped his aching erection.
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Fierce passion or long-cherished dreams…she can’t hang onto both.
Chasing a big-city art gallery job, Laurel detours to Eugene, Oregon to help her spitfire great aunt into assisted living. While on a run, she’s harassed by a group of teens until a tall, broad-shouldered hottie rescues her by pretending to be her boyfriend–with a kiss that makes her wish it were true. But she’s only passing through.
Their fierce chemistry burns up the sheets—and the couch, the shower, the woods…but falling in love could cost Laurel more than she’s willing to sacrifice. She can’t stay in Eugene, and he can’t leave. His only hope is to convince her those big-city lights have nothing on her inner sparkle.
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