TORRID EXCERPT

Excerpt - Torrid Teasers

“Lose something?” He asked, thinking that if he kept watching her, he would be a little more primal and a little less chivalrous during this meeting. As it was, the urge to unzip his pants, lift her skirt and thrust his cock into her as he had the night before almost over took him.

She turned, peering up through a tumble of blonde curls. He watched a thoughtful look cross her face, soon shaken off and replaced with a smile.

“My earring,” she answered with a slight blush to her cheeks. She leaned back, resting on her knees and held up the sapphire stud. She was beautiful.

Jared smiled as he crossed the threshold and over to her. He could feel her eyes on him and as soon as he was closer, could smell the attraction she felt for him.

“Allow me to help you up.” He offered her a hand, broadening his smile in the process. As soon as her skin touched his, he felt the jolt of electricity, images of two naked bodies joined together in the passion of lovemaking.

At this close proximity, his body was tuning into the ‘edge’ her pheromones held. She smiled sweetly, while her blue eyes danced with fascination. Jarred could tell her nervousness had just increased a notch. He knew by scent alone that he was affecting her. He stared at her slender throat as she swallowed, then watched as her fingers slid the sapphire stud back to her ear, sliding it home.

Reaching out, his finger and thumb caressed her earlobe. “So beautiful,” he spoke, referring to her.

“Thanks,” she replied breathlessly. He felt her excited shiver. She spoke in a rush. “They were my grandmother’s. They’re part of a set. You know, necklace, earrings.”

His gaze lowered, licking along skin he had tasted last night. “Did you lose the necklace as well?”

“I’m...no longer in control of the necklace.”

“That must be very difficult for someone like you.” At her confused look, he grinned, adding. “Losing control.”

“Cryptic,” she replied. “Let’s see, now. You are...” she asked as she waited for him to fill in the blank.

Jarred was intrigued as well as incensed. She did not remember him? How could she not remember him? He’d had her twisting in her sheets, howling in ecstasy. Casting an exasperated glance about the office, he moved his hands to his hips.

“Your nine o’clock appointment,” he answered with a sardonic smile. “And you are a shot of tequila. Quervo.”

She gave him a quizzical look. “Have we met?” No sooner had the question left her full lips, her eyes widened slightly. “You were at the club last night?”

Jarred was sure that it was the amazement in her soft voice that had caused it to wavier. He gave a single nod. “Yes, I own the club.

She took a step back and Jarred could smell her uncertainty blend with her expensive perfume. She took her bottom lip between her teeth and he could tell she was deep in thought. It was time to find out how much she remembered.

“So you remember me and you remember being in my club.” He lifted a brow.

She gave a small nod and then gave him a confused look. “Do you own a dog or a cat, a black one perchance?”

Jarred was intrigued. “No why?” He thought about last night, and knew she was remembering. This was about to get interesting.

Her cheeks tinted. “Did I take you home last night?”

“Actually, I took you home.”