Happy Friday folks!
I couldn’t think of a better day to give you something sexy and enticing. I’ve been excited about this for months now. *grin*
My erotic romance novel, Designing Love is back on Amazon! Yeeyyyy!!!
This particular story has been redesigned with a new look and even naughtier love scenes. 😉 My writing has improved over the years, so I took this time to make Designing Love better.
World renowned architect, Devon Sparks reluctantly accepts the job of designing a house for his former lover, who’d betrayed him with his best friend. Still a little emotionally battered, Devon is content to never love again, until Josephine shows up on his doorstep.
Josephine Burnett, a brilliant interior designer, is thrilled to be working on such a big project with Devon. She relishes the opportunity to showcase her talents, but wonders if accepting the job was a mistake in the face of Devon’s rude behavior. Soon she discovers the man behind the cold, hard exterior is capable of smoldering passion…
A passion she finds hard to deny.
Can they break free from their emotional restraints to experience the sultry heat of their love?
Designing Love Excerpt ~ Being Watched
Josephine plopped down on the bed and stared at the gorgeous man leaning in the doorway of her suite. One hand was shoved in his pocket and the other clutched her purse. The lights were dimmed. Moonlight shone through the open curtains and enhanced the room’s glow.
“This is the most embarrassing evening ever. First down at the bar, then in the elevator…The humor of it almost eliminates the embarrassment. Almost.”
He let out a chesty chuckle. “You’re so timid. It’s not like we had actual sex in front of them.” After closing the door behind him, he swaggered into the room and placed her purse on the nightstand. “So stop freaking out about it.”
She scanned the room for something to throw at him. She reached across the bed and grabbed the pillow. “Shut up, Devon.”
Laughing, he ducked when she launched it at him.
“I’m not timid! Unlike you, I’m reserved and cautious about my behavior in public. There’s a difference.” She rolled her eyes when he snorted in laughter. “Maybe you’re used to that sort of public display of intimacy, but I’m not.”
Lowering to one knee, he lifted her foot to rest on his thigh. “You think I do things like that all the time?”
“I don’t know, you tell me.”
He eased his warm hands down her calf and untied the strap to her shoe. “This may be a little disconcerting to you, but I think there is something wonderfully exciting and sensual about being watched while making love.” Slowly, he un-wrapped the straps from her ankle and pulled the three inch stiletto from her foot. “Especially, in a public place. There is the thrill of possibly getting caught, and the reaction of the person, or persons once they catch you. Will they retreat or just watch? It makes the experience all the more pleasurable,” he finished on a seductive whisper.
That was some kind of confession. She swallowed hard when he removed the other shoe and raised her foot to place a soft kiss on the top of it.
“Did you know there were people in the elevator with us?” she dared to ask.
His lips curved into a mischievous smirk. “I told you I didn’t think we were alone.”
“You did not.”
“I did, in between kisses to your neck…”
“Goodness Devon, you have to stop trying to talk to me while we’re—just make sure I’m coherent before you speak.” She paused and narrowed her eyes at him. “About that other thing you just said… You’re telling me if those people wouldn’t have stopped us, you would’ve taken it all the way with me on the elevator?”
His hands roamed up her thighs. Her breathing quickened the higher he got. Bold with his actions, he easily unbuttoned and unzipped her pants.
“Yes, I would’ve.” He climbed onto the bed, forcing her onto her back and pressed his body against her. Deep blue eyes seized her nervous hazel stare. “Would you’ve let me?”
In a heartbeat.
The thought of her naked legs enfolding him as he pounded into her gushing pussy while being watched made her moan and anchor her thighs around him.
He squeezed her hip in a biting grip and nuzzled the crook of her neck. “Tell me, Josie.”
“You already know…”
“I wanna hear you say it.”
“Yes,” she whimpered, rolling her hips to rub her crotch along the beefy length grinding into her. His throaty groan was a sweet tune to her ears. “I would’ve let you do… whatever you wanted to do to me.”
Copyright © Yvonne Nicolas 2012