I am sooo excited. Genetic Attraction releases tomorrow from Loose Id. If you leave a comment on this post or the post below, and/or follow my blog, you may win a FREE copy of Genetic Attraction this week. Just leave a comment and/or follow. I’ll select a winner at random and post the name later in the week.
Here is the link to Genetic Attraction:
http://www.loose-id.com/Genetic-Attraction.aspx
And if you haven’t seen the book trailer, just scroll down.
Okay, be warned. This is a steamy scene. Em has gone to the men’s home for the weekend thinking it will be a platonic friendship. She soon finds the men have more passionate plans.
She finally looked up, her breath uneven. “Isn’t it against the law to be so beautiful?”
Jake smiled and took Roan’s hand. “He is a masterpiece, isn’t he?”
“Not just Roan, darling. You both make my heart stop.”
He sat on the edge of her bed looking down at her, and Roan sat beside him, leaning back against her hip so he could see her face. Jesus, gay or not, this could be more pure masculinity than her poor underexercised heart could stand. Of course, the primary area of response right now was lower than the heart.
Jake curved over her and whispered, “Am I really beautiful to you, sweetheart?”
He was so close. Had to tell the truth. “Infinitely. You always have been.”
His gaze was intense, but she saw uncertainty. His eyes flicked over his shoulder toward Roan and then back to her.
“Em, would you mind if I kissed you?”
Her heart leaped. She’d been dreaming of kissing Jake for the better part of two years. But what the fuck? “Jake, you told me you’re gay. You’re sitting beside the man you love, who also happens to be the most gorgeous human on the planet. What the fuck do you want to kiss me for?”
“I’ve always wanted to. Since I met you.”
Shit. The man had to make up his mind. She pulled her head to the side but couldn’t move far because Roan was leaning on her covers. “Jake, quit. Every day in the damned lab you torture me. Hugs, back rubs, caresses. Sweetheart this and honey that. And all the time you’re in love, and with a man. I just don’t get it…”
He grabbed her face in his palms, his blue eyes shooting sparks. “You call that torture?”
“Hell, yes!”
“Why?”
She gritted her teeth. “You fucking know why. I want you, dammit, and you know it.” She tried to pull her head from his hands, but though his grip was gentle, he wouldn’t let go.
“Then it’s time to stop the fucking torture.” And his mouth captured hers, his palms pressing just hard enough to separate her lips, and his tongue took charge, deep, hot, and wet.
For a moment she was frozen. But his mouth was the instrument of her dreams. Well, one of them. Heat flashed through her so fast she felt light-headed. Her mouth opened wider. Did she do that? Her tongue caressed his, and someone moaned. Did it come from her throat? Jesus, she was kissing Jake. Finally, after all that longing. The idea of it almost made her come.
Oh God, more. Her pussy clenched in an agony of longing. She pressed her chest, still trapped under the soft sheet, up against him and let her tongue explore the soft recesses tasting of peppermint toothpaste and sexy Jake.
He pulled back, ripping their lips apart, still holding her head. “I hope you don’t hate me for this, but if you’re gonna, hate me later.”
He glanced over his shoulder, and the sheet vanished, pulled down to her feet in one smooth move. Her whole body shivered. Oh yeah, there were two men here. Jesus, what did Roan think about this? In answer to her question, she felt soft hands on her thighs. Silky fingers caressed dangerously close to the part of her that most ached. Holy shit, she was lying on a bed with two men. Two young, gay men. She wished she could ask Shakti for advice, because ménage was much more up her mom’s alley, but at this moment that alley was looking damned attractive.
Jake pulled the straps of her tank top down over her breasts. Yes! He stroked. Her back arched, pressing her hard nipple into his hand. He groaned deep in his throat and pulled her full nipple into his mouth, sucking voraciously, his hand pumping her breast.
The pleasure was almost too much to bear. “Jake, oh God, Jake.”
So many hands — and mouths. Her bikini panties slid off, and her legs were spread.
Jake’s mouth devoured her nipple, every pull shooting straight to her womb. Then she felt it. The first kiss was gentle, on her inner thigh. Oh God, a silken tongue licked from the juncture of her thigh onto her shaved pussy, gently lapping the lips. No breathing. She didn’t want to do anything to make him stop. Either of them. Two fingers pulled her labia apart, and that hot tongue licked her from anus to clit. Shiiiit. Nothing could feel this good. “Yes.”
She bucked. Closer. More. Jake pulled back from her breast and tried to hold her so Roan could get that luscious tongue deep in her folds. He lapped around her labia and then circled her clit, teasing and torturing.
Jake whispered in her ear, “Tell him what you want, sweetheart. We’ll give you anything.”
“Please, more, please.”