In honor of my #WickedAwesomeAdminAmysBirthday, a little #Crashed for her…
So it’s my #wickedawesomeadmin Amy’s birthday today…and no one has urged more people to read my books than her…so to thank her for her unending support on her ’29th’ birthday *wink, wink*…I’m giving her a bit of #Crashed…
When I close the door the cacophony outside is silenced. I lean back against the wood, my shoulders sagging at the literal and figurative notion that I’ve just shut out the world and am now in my little slice of Heaven.
I’m now with Colton.
I almost jump out of my skin at the rasp to my left. Colton steps out of the shadowed alcove and it takes everything that I have to remember to breathe as he leans against the wall behind him. My eyes greedily scrape over every defined edge—every inch of pure maleness—of his body covered solely in a pair of red board shorts hanging low on his hips. My gaze roams up his chest and over inked reminders to take in the lopsided ghost of a smile, but it’s when our eyes collide I catch the spark right before the dynamite detonates.
And from one breath to the next predicated by a carnal groan, he is on me—body crashing into mine, pressing me against the door ay my back, mouth doing so much more then kissing. He’s taking, claiming, branding with unfettered need and reckless abandon. I immediately reach up and fist it in the hair at the back of his neck while one of his mimics mine and the other is on my hip, his desperate fingers digging into my willing flesh. My breasts pillow and pebble against the firmness of his chest, the warmth of his skin only adding heat to the blaze building inside of me.
An inferno of need that I don’t think will ever be sated.
Lucky for you guys it’s her birthday right?
Happy Birthday Amy!
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