Left broken and bleeding, night club owner and accountant Cassidy Samson did her best to pick up the pieces of her broken self and move on with her life. She vowed never to let anyone get close to her heart again…until the potent force of a pair of green eyes threatens to bring her to her knees.
Hired as the new guitarist in the band at the Escape Lounge, Cameron Chase is intrigued and aroused by Cassidy’s tough-as-nails attitude and sets out to barrel through the formidable wall she has constructed around her heart, to get to the real woman behind the façade. He agrees to play by her rules in a reckless game of lust in hopes of finding love.
But will Cam be able to chase away the demons of Cassidy’s past that threaten to consume her? Will his love be strong enough to make her whole again?
A long moment passed in which neither of us spoke, but I was acutely aware of her sitting there so close to me. My hand itched to touch her, I ached to pull her into my body. I cursed my depraved mind for wandering to such depths at such a moment.
Then she turned her head to look at me and when our gazes met and held I could almost see the electric sparks flying between us. In a hypnotic daze I lowered my head to hers, seeking out her succulent lips with mine. I half expected her to pull away, braced myself for the sting her rejection would bring, but she just stared at me until my lips covered hers and I was kissing her like a drowning man catching at a wayward piece of driftwood.
I turned my head to the side, effectively deepening the kiss. Her lips parted softly and she moaned as my tongue darted between her lips and delved into the hot cavern of her sweet mouth. She reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck, slowly leaning backward until her back touched the bed and I was half lying on top of her. My fingers tangled in her hair and we continued to kiss like we were starving, tongues meshing and dancing to a rhythm all their own.
I broke the kiss, moving my lips to the side of her face, her neck, then down to her shoulder, leaving feather-like kisses in my wake. I nipped at the delicate skin on her bare shoulder and she groaned softly, opening her legs so I was now nestled in their warm apex. My cock stiffened painfully and I brought my hand to one of her legs, pulling it around my waist. My lips found hers again and I kissed her fervently, drinking from the nectar of her hot mouth.
“God, I want you so fucking bad right now!” I groaned almost in pain as I broke the kiss. Her body stilled at the sound of my voice. Fuck!
Kelsie Belle wears many hats – wife, mother and teacher are just a few. But the erotic romance writer hat is by far her favorite. She has been a storyteller for as long as she can remember, her characters live inside her overactive mind and a thousand stories come to life in her head every day. She’s been writing down her sweet romances ever since she was a teenager but in her early twenties, Ms. Belle became interested in erotic romance novels and her own stories took a turn for the sensual since then.
Kelsie is wildly gregarious by nature. She considers herself ‘forever 21’ and enjoys reading contemporary romance, Science fiction and fantasy, listening to music and dancing like there’s no tomorrow. A caffeine addict that lives life from one coffee mug to the next, she’s always on the go, ready and waiting for the next adventure.