Not that it’s a chore mind you, it’s just… there are people out there that are waiting for me to finish it. Myself included, plus my editor (patient lovely woman she is), a few book bloggers, and practically all my readers. Poor Dallon didn’t get a whole lot of love, even though he was one kinky SOB.
Jaz though, I’m hoping that Jaz will attract the same kind of delicious frenzy that Vinter did in the beginning and in the resurgence since he’s gained some new…fans.
Being that it’s Friday and all, I though I’d try to appease a few of the Vinter followers/lusters/…sluts by posting a little, a very very little snippet (and please understand this is unedited) from Jaz’s book… So, here we go…
Mandi couldn’t help but blush, feeling the heat creep up her neck. She couldn’t stop herself from glancing around for Jaz, either. Her eyes locked onto his from across the room and how the hell she read what his look said, she’d never know.
He was in front of her before she caught her breath and didn’t even give her the chance to excuse herself from the conversation she’d been having. He had her down the back hallway with his mouth on hers, his tongue between her lips, her body hiked up the wall and her legs wrapped around him…
Damn, but he took her breath away.
“You can’t look at me like that,” he growled at her.
“Like you can’t get enough.”
“Well, I can’t, but I didn’t think that’s what that look said.”
“Trust me, that’s exactly what that look said.”
“Okay, so does that mean I can’t look at you at all, then? Cause I’m pretty sure I always look at you like I can’t get enough.”
Jaz laughed and thrust upward slightly, rubbing his hard cock against the crotch of her jeans. Damn they both had way too many clothes on.
“You’re doing it again.”
“Maybe you should blindfold me.”
“Maybe I should. And tie you up.”
Desire flowed like lava through her veins. “Maybe you should.”
“I still owe you birthday spankings.”
“Yes you do.”
“Damn woman.” He buried his face in her neck and licked at the pulse throbbing there.
She quivered in his arms and rocked her hips. She wanted him. Now. Would anyone see? Would anyone notice? Would she give a crap if they did? “Damn man.”
“Damn you two. We got a show to do for the lady. Let her down, you animal. You can maul her later.”
They both looked up and found Vinter standing at the end of the hall. He was shirtless and his jeans rode indiscreetly low on his hips. He wore a pair of black boots and had Jaz not been holding her up against the wall, she’d have certainly melted into the floor.
She’d known Vinter had tats but she never knew they covered him everywhere. At least everywhere she could see at the moment. They were so brightly colored and so detailed. Both his nipples were pierced and the man was nothing but pure, walking sex.
No wonder Elise blushed the color of a fire engine when Mandi had asked what Vinter did. She’d meant for work though, but, maybe that didn’t really matter given the man’s…magnetism.
Vinter winked at her, shot a look of knowing and a scowl at Jaz, and walked away.
“Is it true what they say?”
“You know, about him. About all the piercings up and down his…penis.” She whispered the last word and it made her feel kind of naughty thinking about it, however brief and fleeting the thought.”
“I am not discussing some other man’s dick with you.”
Vinter was out of sight. “I was just curious. It’s not like I can ask Elise about it.”
“Oh but you can ask the man you’re sleeping with about it? Shit. And stop staring after him. Remember girlie, he’s taken.”
Mandi could barely contain the smile threatening to spill over her lips at the grousing from Jaz. As if he could doubt her lust for him. “I know he is.”
“Well, then put your tongue back in your mouth.”
She turned her head to look back at Jaz. There was laughter and heat in his eyes and not a bit of censure. “Why don’t I put it back in your mouth?”
Y’all enjoy your weekend!