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My Adult Only Excerpt for the Week! Bound to You!
Friday, May 25th, 2012

This week’s adult only excerpt comes from Bound to You, by Bethany Kane (a pen name I use for the One Night of Passion series). Bound to You is a super sexy and highly romantic novella that releases as a Berkley eSpecial, June 5! Get ready to get some steam rising from those reading devices! 🙂

John Corcoran loved the isolation of the Shawnee National Forest with the crisp spring air, the sounds of nature, and the bracing scent of pine. Isolation is what movie star Jennifer Turner craved as well, an escape that only a weekend hike, a long and blissful distance from Hollywood, could provide.

Yesterday, they were strangers—until a fateful accident, deep in the forest and far from civilization, throws them together and plunges them both into darkness. For Jennifer it is as unnerving as the night itself, trapped in such close quarters with a man as mysterious as John. He is alpha: bold, rough, and masculine, but with a scent of firewood and spice she finds intoxicating.

In the dark, Jennifer’s nightmares spring to life. The only way to vanquish them is by submitting to blind, naked need. Now, as intimately close as a man and a woman can be, they find themselves alone, battling fear and vulnerability. Only an unexpected passion will comfort them—a sensual, raw experience from which neither is certain they want to be rescued.

ADULT only excerpt, Bound to You
by Bethany Kane

He had a very refined sense of smell and taste. He’d been known to turn down many women because he couldn’t abide their scent in his nose. Sighted men said something similar in regard to how a woman struck their eyes, but John was all about scent, taste and touch.

Jennifer tasted like clean water flavored with just a hint of something sweet, like raspberries. If her mouth was this good, her skin would be a delicious. Her pussy would be a decadent treat. He sought out more of her flavor, sweeping his tongue into that warm, wet cavern. His cock felt like a lead pipe in his jeans. She did something to him on the most basic level, and he liked it.

He ran his hands along her sides, detailing her shape more boldly than he had during her massage, tracing the swell from waist to hip to buttock. Women were a miracle to his shaping hands—the way they flowed, the way their flesh molded to his palm, how they sighed in response to his caresses. Jennifer was delicate and small, and he was big and robust, but it was as if she’d been tailor-made to fit his hands.

He closed his hands on her ass cheeks and lifted, desperate for the sensation of her pussy against his cock. Her feet left the ground and she wrapped her legs around him. Pleasure socked him from groin to gut when he sensed her heat penetrate his jeans. Maybe she had a similar reaction, because she started tearing at his shirt buttons.

After a few buttons however, she gave up and reached for his waistband. He put her feet back on the ground to give her better room to maneuver. He usually liked to be the one to control the pace of lovemaking, but his cock didn’t seem to care in what manner it got to Jennifer, as long as it made contact somehow. She made fast work of his button fly. He was a little stunned by her enthusiasm but far too horny to complain. He helped her get his jeans down to his thighs, but froze when she dropped to her knees.

“No. Let me be the one to make you forget,” he rasped.

“This will make me forget everything.”

He straightened slowly as she slipped her fingers beneath the waistband of his boxer briefs. He was so hard she had to stretch the band to get it over his balls and the root of his cock. He was riding down his right thigh, but his cock sprung up at an angle when she finally freed him of his briefs. Even the air seemed to have weight on the sensitive skin.

He bit off a hiss when he felt five cool, skimming, teasing fingertips along the surface of his steaming cock. A shiver went through him when she tested the weight of his balls. The tiny moan in her throat told him she was pleased by what she felt. She fisted him at the base of his cock. His buttocks squeezed tight in anticipation.

A shudder went through him when she sucked the head into her slippery, warm mouth. She moved her fist, jacking him from root to her lips while she took a moment to lick the crown.

“That’s right. Learn my shape. Learn it good,” he muttered. She pressed harder with her tongue, following his instruction, detailing the ridge just beneath the head, prodding firmly against the fleshy cap and running the tip along the sensitive slit. He made a strangled sound and cradled her head in his hands. Her hair felt smooth and light against his furrowing fingers. He gave just the slightest nudge and she sucked him farther into her mouth.

He pulsed his hips gently, getting a nice friction along the shaft while she accustomed herself to his girth. His entire awareness narrowed down to the feeling of his cock surrounded by her warm, wet, sucking mouth. Part of him couldn’t believe it was happening—Jennifer Turner was giving him head. Another part—a much larger part—was too submerged in sensation to care if the experience was real or fantasy.

She ducked her head and consumed several more inches, gave him a hot caress with her squeezing lips to the crown, and sunk down the shaft again, this time taking even more of his cock into her mouth.

Aw, Jesus. She really knew how to suck cock.

Because she was so adept, he gave her control for a while and relished a sweet, raunchy ride. She sucked with precision and force, using her hand and mouth to ideal effect, but there was nothing mechanical about her movements. He’d never experienced a woman’s hunger so acutely—felt it along the pulsing shaft of his cock, aching in his balls, tightening his ass and swelling like a sexual hunger in his belly. With every pass, down and up, down and up, she took him deeper, her lips clamping him like a firm vise, the steady suction she applied making him grit his teeth to keep control. A thrill of anticipation went through him each time her lips caressed the sweet spot on the underside of his cock and pleasure prickled up his spine.

“If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you’d better stop now,” he mumbled after a while.

Her reply to him was resoundingly clear. She bobbed her head up and down the length of his cock more energetically. He muttered a curse and withdrew one of his hands from her head. He fisted the base of his cock and withdrew it from her mouth as she slid down the length. Her suction was so taut, it made a wet popping sound when it cleared her lips.

He grimaced, the deprivation of her warm mouth striking him like a physical blow.

“If you want it so much, grant me the pleasure of giving it to you,” he said gruffly.

Bound to You, a (lengthy) novella in the One Night of Passion series by Bethany Kane, available June 5 from Berkley eSpecial for 2.99!

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