Tuesday, February 25, 2014

“I meant I won’t be able to stop—” #BaronFitzgerald #KissMeCrazy #EBWalters

Title:  Kiss Me Crazy
Series:  The Fitzgerald Family [Book 3]
Length:  245 Pages
Genre:  Contemporary Romance
$2.99 on Amazon


“I want our first time together to be perfect.” Baron waited for her to say something but Kara fell silent, her eyes serious, and her hands stopped their gentle exploration. The silence continued. Regret followed, and his face grew hot.

“I meant I won’t be able to stop—”

“Shh.” She placed her finger on his lips. “That was the sweetest and sexiest thing a man has ever said to me.”

Baron grinned. “Really?”

“Really. Now will you stop torturing me with small talk and kiss me.”

He dropped his head and claimed her mouth. Her lips opened under his, passionate and yielding, sweet and addictive. He slid his hand under the hem of her dress. Her skin was warm, smooth, and soft. What would it taste like? He hoped to find out tonight. She shivered, but his relentless hand kept moving upward, greedily stroking, and worshipping her curves, past the lacey edge of her thong to her silken belly.

He pulled away from the kiss, his breathing shallow. Kara slowly opened her eyes and the hunger in them sent a primal thrill through him. His eyes shifted to her dress.

“Take it off,” he commanded.

Confusion flashed in her eyes. “My dress?”

“Yes.” He shifted back to give her space and watched her bunch the hem of her dress then pull it over her head. Her mood shifted as she revealed a lacey black bra and matching skimpy lace thong. She dropped her head and her hair swung to hide her face. His baby was shy? He hoped to cure her of that soon but for now, no need to make her even more self-conscious by pointing out her wariness.

He reached behind her, deftly unhooked the bra and flung it aside. He stared at the contours of her breasts. Pure perfection, he wanted to say, but words failed him. The tips rose tight and pink against her skin, begging to be savored. He reached out and trailed his knuckles down her warm chest, over the taut nipples. She shivered and arched her back, her breathing short and choppy.

“I’ve often fantasized about these,” he told her softly, stroking and exploring the plump mounds, loving the way they filled his palms.

“They’re not drool-worthy.” Her voice shook with uncertainty.

“They’re perfect.”


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