After I Fall
by Jessica Scott
is an ADULT title
Blurb:
Her entire life has been a lie. Being with Eli is the most honest thing she’s ever done.
Parker Hauser lives the perfect life and knows exactly where she's been and where she's going. Parker has to be perfect. Perfect grades, perfect body, perfect life.
Until she meets Eli Winter.
Eli throws her entire life into chaos when he denies her the one thing she wants from him.
One chance encounter stokes her desire for the man who refused to touch her and left her questioning everything.
When Parker tries to help his new business, the spotlight turns on Eli's military record. And sins from the war he's tried to forget may come back to destroy them both.
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This week's teaser is a smoking hot scene where Parker gets to be in control for once.
Parker
She is on her knees in front of me. It is the most erotic thing I've ever seen in my life.
There
is trust in that simple gesture. I cup her chin, stroking my thumb over
her bottom lip. I can't look away. Her lips part, and I slide the tip
in, just a little. Her mouth is soft and warm and wet. She closes around
the edge of my thumb, sucking gently, so gently.
I ache in a way I haven't ached in forever. This touch, this complete surrender to the feelings of erotic, sensual caress.
There
is nothing about this that will end well. We are from two very
different worlds. And no matter how much I pretend to walk in hers, I'm
only visiting. Trying to get funding to keep my business open.
Trying to
make a difference.
Trying to pretend that the things I do still matter.
But
this afternoon, when she walked away, I couldn't let her go. I looked
in her eyes and saw something there that called to me. That made me need
to make her believe that she was touchable. That she was worth more
than the people in her life had led her to believe.
And
now she is on her knees in front of me. Waiting, unsure about what to
do next. My brain may want her some other way, but my dick is perfectly
happy to oblige her at the moment with just how she is.
I have lost control of this situation.
But then she reaches for my jeans,
her palm sliding over my cock. She squeezes me, still sucking gently on
my thumb. She traces the tip of her tongue over the edge as she pulls
my belt open. Jesus,
I'm a fucking goner.
The air is cool on my stomach as
she pushes open my jeans. I can't move even if I wanted to. I need to
see this through. I need to do this right.
But I can't fucking move. I can't
blink. I don't want to forget a single moment of the erotic image of
Parker on her knees in front of me.
She slides my erection out of my
jeans, stroking me gently. Christ, I'm hard as fucking rock. It's
everything I can do not to guide her lips to me. To urge her to put that
beautiful mouth around the tip of my cock.
I thought I didn't want this? I fucking lied.
She drags her teeth over the edge of my thumb a moment before she releases me. I have nowhere to put my hands now.
I drop them by my sides. I am not in control here.
"Can I kiss you here?" she whispers, rubbing her thumb over the aching crown.
"Yes please." The words are strangled. A plea. She has me under her complete control.
I am completely still as she moves closer. Rubs her lips over the tip. A soft, gentle caress. I'm ready to fucking beg.
And then she opens, tracing her tongue over the edge before sucking me gently, so gently into her mouth.
It's heaven. Pure fucking heaven.
Her touch is electric, like a thousand points of heat with every slide
of her lips over my cock.
I close my eyes and fight the urge to move, to rock into her.
This…this
is supposed to be for her but it's not. Because I am a selfish bastard
who is just like a thousand other guys who won't turn down a beautiful
woman on her knees.
I'm no saint.
But
goddamn, Parker feels good. Touching me. Licking me. Sucking me. I am
lost in her touch. Lost in the complete and total need to let her
control this, let her take this wherever it will go.
She sucks me a little harder. A groan escapes me. My balls tighten, and I can't fight the urge to rock into her. Just a little.
I
reach for her then, urging her to let me go. To stand. And when she
does, I pull her against me, harder than I probably should, and kiss
her. I'm too far gone at the moment to do anything but kiss her. To
drink from her. To take all of her inside me in that single gesture.
"I don't want to come like this,” I whisper, nibbling on the edge of her meal.
"How then?"
"How
do you want me?" A serious question. She needs to know that she's
controlling things here. She gets to say how far we go. If we even
finish. "Because right now? I'd sell the fucking bar to get you to agree
to let me do terrible, forbidden things to your body.”
"What are you waiting for?"
I smile and rock against her a little more. "Those five little words."
And then she is on my sofa, her
upper body braced on her palms. I capture her face in my palms and kiss
her gently, lowering her until she is supported. Slowly, sipping on her
lips. Savoring the taste of her. "Can I touch you here?" I slide my
fingers down over the length of one of her arms. She makes a noise. "Say
yes," I whisper near her ear.
"Yes."
"Can I touch you here?" I trace my fingertips over the edge of her ribs, just along the swell of her breast.
Her response is a huff against my lips. I smile. "Say yes."
"Yes."
I brush the back of my knuckles over the tight edge of one nipple. A shiver runs through her.
"Can I touch you here?" A slip of my fingers against her inner thigh.
She makes a sound. A whimper. Maybe a plea.
"I need you to say yes." I manage
to get the words out. Barely. They are somewhere between a whisper and
growl. It takes everything I have to restrain myself but this…this isn't
for me. "Please say yes."
I slip my finger a little closer, running it gently, barely there, over the seam of her body.
Waiting, intensely and painfully hard, for her response.
The first 2 in the series:
Great blurb, sounds like a really good series---Rae
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