[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance]
Melanie's life was picture-perfect and planned, with all her ducks were in a row and safely nestled behind a white picket fence until tragedy struck, leaving her a grief-stricken young widow struggling to come to terms with her dead husband's final wish.
Danny works hard and plays harder. Chasing the new flavor of the month is a pastime he can't seem to resist. However, when his best friend passes away, he is forced to step up and deal with his friend's grieving widow, who also happens to be his old flame.
In an unlikely and surprising twist, Melanie and Danny find themselves thrust together and forced to deal with a long-kept secret and grief they both share. Through the pain, fire flickers between them, fueled by long-suppressed desires, but is this enough to heal old hurts and bring back love?
A Siren Erotic Romance
ADULT EXCERPT
“I may not be a teen anymore, but trust me, I’m ready for round two.”
“And yet your pants are on,” she countered, giggling as a dark brow rose in mock surprise and he chuckled.
“It does seem a little unfair.” Leaning down, he captured her lips in a sweet kiss that left her breathless and needy. Their lips parted in unison, his tongue sliding sensually across her own in a slow, deep thrust.
She forgot all about his pants and anything else he was wearing as they sank deeper into the kiss, enjoying the flavor of each other’s mouths while she mussed his hair and he trailed his hands over her thighs to her bare hips and moaned. The way she shifted beneath him, squirming to get closer, sighing as his fingers brushed over her smooth skin, was making him crazy again.
Grasping the edge of her shirt, he edged it up and broke away to kiss her chin, drifting up to her cheek and then dipping down her neck. She turned her face and offered him her neck, her breath hitching as he hit the sensitive hollow of her collarbone.
Mel sighed his name and wiggled as he pushed her shirt up and up, working to help him under his weight until they wrangled the cotton up and over her head. She brought both her arms up, her limbs tangled in the shirt where he teasingly pinned them. “Keep them there.” His silky-soft whisper against her ear made her shiver, and she stilled, watching with apt interest as he nibbled his way along the line of her bra. Her nipples poked against the soft material, begging for attention. He brushed his chin against each peak gently and gazed up at her with smoldering eyes. He stole her breath and her heart all over again. Mel lost herself in his gaze, followed it as he moved back up and kissed her again.
Somewhere between untangling her arms and wrapping them around his neck, Mel realized that he had cleverly gotten rid of important bits of clothing and was pressing himself between her legs. She sighed and lifted her knees, wrapping her legs around his hips and welcoming him into her slick, tight pussy again. Danny thrust and she met him eagerly, moving her hips under him.
Again, she felt like heaven, so achingly perfect that he had to muster up the control to keep it slow. Unlike moments ago, he wanted to savor the moment and her. Pressing into the mattress, Danny pushed his hands under and trailed them up her back to cradle her, leaning down to touch her lips ever so softly.
Tears pricked her eyes, and a flood of warmth and love threatened to overwhelm her. She tugged at his shirt and managed to pull it free so she could run her hands over his bare chest and arms. As desperate as she felt to get closer, Mel slid her legs down and let him set the pace. “You have no idea how often I’ve wished for this. Wished I could undo the past,” he murmured thickly.
She cupped his cheeks and smoothed her thumbs over his lips, gasping as he rocked against her. “Shh, don’t,” she whispered. Tears stung her eyes and she blinked them away, bringing his face down for another kiss. For the first time since all this had begun, Mel suddenly realized that she wasn’t the only one struggling with guilt and fear. Danny had just done a better job of hiding it all. Even though neither of them had exactly done wrong, the fact that both of them had held on to a lie for so long had been torture.
She shared his breath and caressed her fingertips down the sides of his face, neck, and over his shoulders, which brought forth a soft growl as he rocked his hips a little harder against hers. He reacted to her soft gasp by caressing her outer thighs as he squeezed her bottom in his large hands. Soft whimpers and sighs fueled him on as she mapped the play of muscles under his skin and eagerly reciprocated affection.
Pressing close, Danny held on tight, burying his face against her neck, and continued to slowly grind against her, making sure to angle his hips just so, applying pressure against her clit. She dug her heels into the bed and moved under him, panting sweetly in his ear as she strained to ease the growing throb of need that he had ignited. Her fingernails dug into the skin of his back as she bumped her hips up and whimpered out his name.
The sound of it sent a bolt of white-hot pleasure through his veins. His teeth grazed her skin, drawing on it with his mouth. “Oh yes!” She gasped. “Oh ungh, yes!”
