Thought I’d share a #TeaseMeTuesday excerpt from my latest romance novel TANTALIZING TEMPTATIONS. It’s not fanfiction, but the hero was definitely inspired by Tom (and by his role as Jonathan Pine)…
“Are you sure?” he asked, his morning voice sandpaper and silk ties rolled into one, ratcheting up her need by another notch.
“Yes,” she whispered, emboldened by the tension in him, the searing promises in his gaze when it traveled to where they were joined. It slid down her body and slowly like a caress back up to her face.
“Touch me, Jonathan.”
His tongue darted out again, and he made a soft, strangled sound deep in his throat that vibrated through him and her.
Samantha sucked in a breath when his fingers moved, so softly and agonizingly slowly she wanted to scream her frustration to the roof. When she arched up into his touch, Jonathan shifted to sit up and brace himself on one elbow. He drew his hand lower to her stomach, all the way down to skim the waistband of her shorts, then back up to her other breast to tease her into a gasping, writhing mess. All the while, he stared into her eyes, as if he wanted to catch every flicker of reaction.
Why didn’t he kiss her? She was burning up alive, craving him as desperately as she’d never wanted a man before.
“Where do you want me to touch you?” he asked, still in that panty-melting growl, husky with desire so powerful she could imagine it shimmering in the air around them. “Here?” He flicked his thumb. “Like this?” He moved his hand, cupping, kneading—and still watching her face as if he’d never seen anything more fascinating.
“Yes.” It came out as a breathless whisper, and she couldn’t recognize herself anymore. “More.”
He clenched his jaw, his eyes going feral for an instant before he leaned closer. “If you want more, kiss me.”
There wasn’t even a second’s hesitation. Samantha lifted her head to bridge the minimal distance and press her mouth to his. It exhilarated her that for the first time, she was the one who initiated a kiss between them. Tentatively, she flicked out her tongue, learning his taste, applying a little more pressure. She drew back, writhing in frustration because he wasn’t moving his hand or answering her kiss.
“Kiss me like you mean it. Like you’re dying for it just like me.” Jonathan’s whispered command unleashed a wild beast inside her that had been tearing at its ties all along, waiting for a chance to break free.
She reared up, fisting one hand in his T-shirt and the other in the slightly longer, wavy hair at the nape of his neck to bring his face closer and fuse her mouth to his. She sank her teeth into his bottom lip none too gently, and when he opened up on a groan, she let her tongue delve inside and explore.
As if her abandon had in turn unleashed the beast inside Jonathan, he kissed her back with the same fierceness, their tongues tangling. His hand moved over her ribcage to her back and lower until he was cupping her butt. Shifting, he let her feel his full weight on her for a moment, their bodies pressing and rubbing against each other to get even closer.
Jonathan tore his mouth away with a muffled curse, repositioning himself again, this time so fast she felt her head spin. He rolled over with her in one strong-armed grip around her waist so he was lying on his back and she was half-straddling him. His free hand wrapped around her neck and tugged her down for another passionate kiss, swallowing her moan.
Samantha felt as alive as never before, her very being yearning for more, struggling to get closer, to have his hands all over her. Jonathan broke the kiss again, his breath coming in harsh pants. A whimpered protest died in her throat when he moved his mouth to her neck instead, his fingers gliding into her hair and tugging to angle her head back for better access.
He drove her crazy with his lips, his teeth, his tongue, until she was breathlessly chanting his name and grinding against him. When he still didn’t give her more, didn’t tear her camisole off or pay attention to her breasts again, she grew bolder and snaked her hand between them to where his need for her was most evident.
Jonathan bucked into her touch, then grew tense and still. He raked his teeth over her pulse point, making her shiver and clench. A moment later, he drew away to stare at her, smoldering from nearly black eyes.
“We shouldn’t.” His words belied what his eyes communicated, and Samantha blinked at him.
I am working away on edits for @devikafernando for her new Inn Love Series! Her first story is set in B&B in England and features a long-legged, handsomely rugged gentleman, named Jonathan… *cough, cough* ANYWAY, it’s so good, and I’m so honored she asked me to edit for her! But she couldn’t really say no, since the series came from an off-handed suggestion I made months ago!
Tantalizing Temptations will be available for sale November 29!
Thank you SO MUCH, for a whole list of things. *hugs* @cassmichaels
Now excuse me, I gotta go bite my nails while I wait for feedback.
Wow! This amazing!!! Congrats and can’t wait!! 🤗
Thank you, hun! Even though I’ve got more than 10 books out already it’s thrilling and terrifying every single time. 😀 @sf0206
Congratulations @devikafernando ..so excited to read this one…
LADIES I’ve had a sneak peek… if you have a thing for tall, lanky British men who run in the early morning, who possibly have ginger hairs in their scruff… GET THIS BOOK. think of it as an early Christmas present to yourself. .
@devikafernando I should publicly apologize now for the story I’m writing based on the prompt from @thewiife101… I can’t stop grinning, just thinking about how much you will love/hate me for this…
It’s been a long time since I wrote fanfiction. I had the time of my life co-writing Educating Thalia with the amazing @avenger-nerd-mom and then kept torturing myself by thinking up imagines with the fabulous @tinchentitri (who I partly blame for today’s post). Oh, and Tom is a HUGE inspiration for the hero of the romance novel I’m currently working on.
Anyway, here’s a smutty one shot that begged to be written all of a sudden. You have been warned, it’s definitely NSFW!
Excerpt:
Gentleman that he was, Tom insisted on walking her home when it got dark outside. They strolled along at a leisurely pace, mostly silent now apart from a few things she told him about the town.
Inside her, she was waging a silent war. Should she invite him in for a nightcap? Was she kidding herself when she thought she’d be able to keep her hands off him if he accepted the invitation? How and what did he feel about her now?
No, she shouldn’t ask him to stay. Surely he had his choice of glamorous beauties ready to fall at his feet now. Why would he show any real interest in her other than chatting for old time’s sake? She’d been stupid once; she wouldn’t make the same mistake again.
But why had Tom gone so silent on her, walking with his hands in his pockets and sometimes shooting her sidelong glances she could feel like touches?
Isabella paused in front of her apartment building.
“Maybe it’s better if we say goodbye now.”
She tried her hardest not to look into his eyes, knowing she’d give in to temptation and to his persuasion.
When she snuck in a quick glance at Tom, she saw the hurt flashing across his face before determination took over and made her stomach flip. Once Tom was determined to get or do something, there usually was no stopping him.
His hand came to the back of her neck, burying beneath her hair. God, she’d almost forgotten how freakishly big his hands were, and how strong yet tender.
He tilted her head up until she had no choice but to look at him.
“Do I at least get a goodbye kiss?”
Damn. Damn, damn, damn.
“Sure,” she choked out, then rose onto her tiptoes and pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, registering in the split second how wonderful the stubble felt.
His grip on her neck tightened, and he made a small growly sound low in his throat.
“I don’t recall you being such a tease.” He glared at her, a muscle in his jaw ticking. “A real kiss, Izzy. Just one kiss so I can add something to all those torturous memories.”
God, how was she supposed to resist this man?
Knowing she was fighting a losing battle, Isabella leaned close again. She took a deep breath—which was a mistake because now she was awash in his unique scent, sunshine and citrus with a hint of cotton, sweat and purely masculine appeal.
She laid her mouth over Tom’s, hoping against hope that she wouldn’t feel the spark of the past.
Who was she kidding? The spark hadn’t gone away—it was even stronger now. As soon as her lips touched his and she felt more than heard him hum softly in approval, fire burst aflame inside her. She needed more. So much more.
Isabella increased the pressure of her mouth against Tom’s thin but soft lips, snaked the tip of her tongue out to taste him. He parted his lips on a low groan, and then their tongues were touching, tangling. His fingers twitched against her neck, and his free hand came to rest on the small of her back, hauling her closer. One of her hands came up to his shoulder, her fingers digging into the sweater. The other one was still clutching her key, its sharp edge digging into her palm. But she felt no pain, only the all-consuming hunger to be closer to Tom, and the magic of his tongue exploring every corner of her mouth.
He angled his head, took the kiss even deeper, grinding against her and letting her feel what a simple kiss did to him. A shiver racked her body when she felt his arousal poke against her belly, when his hand slid beneath her blouse to touch the bare skin at the base of her spine and brand her.
Tom’s teeth scraped over her kiss-swollen lower lip before he pulled away, panting and staying so close they were sharing the same air.
“Christ, Izzy, what you do to me after all this time.” His voice was deep and rough, and his eyes had darkened from blue to a greyish-blue black.
He leaned his forehead against hers, and she felt him shudder when his hand wandered lower so his fingertips dived beneath the waistband of her jeans. When she still said nothing, didn’t move away, he slid his fingers lower yet, beneath her panties and over the swell of her ass cheeks. He squeezed, pressing her even closer and wedging a thigh between her legs. He nudged it against her damp center, and she bucked into his touch with a half-suppressed moan.
“Invite me in, Izzy. I know you want me. Please.” He drew back only a fraction to hold her gaze, his pupils dilated. “Invite me in and let me show you how well I remember what you like, what you need.”
dammit a03 this is the shit I come here for! I don’t need a warning… HOT HOLY HELL… @devikafernando you did it again! This? From a dream???? I need those dreams… Not gonna lie, some of the best oral sex I’ve read in ages… damn, woman!
Well, that’s just the best comment I could’ve gotten! Excuse me while I freak out for an hour or two (or the whole day)! @avenger-nerd-mom
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