#MySexySaturday for Mar 1, 2014

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A Knight Like No OtherWelcome to another edition of MY SEXY SATURDAY, the weekly blog hop where we authors give you, beautiful readers, that sexy, sensual moment.

This is from my forthcoming novel, A Knight Like No Other, the fourth book in the Realm of Honor series. The set up: Eldrin, the elven ranger, has arranged for his human friend, Sir Drake, to secretly rendezvous with his sister, Princess Sobriel. They have secretly been in love with each other since book two, Only For A Knight. And FINALLY – they get their own story. I hope you enjoy. :)

“Sir Drake, I—”

But that was as far as she got when he took her in his arms, pulling her close, feeling her small body curve against his. Enough waiting. He’d waited long enough to hold her. To feel her. To taste her. Her breath caught in her throat as his head dipped toward hers. And before their lips met, her breath shuddered out.

He paused, inhaling her sweet nectar scent. It was sultry and heady and nearly made him lose his mind. He could stand it no longer. His mouth closed over her lips, at long last sampling her taste. His tongue delved deep into the sweet recesses of her mouth. She tasted like honeysuckle wine on a warm summer night. She tasted like heaven. She tasted like forever.

To his delight, she kissed him back. Her arms slid around his neck as she pressed closer. So close he could feel every curve of her little body against him. Her small, round breasts. Her narrow waist. The curve of her hips.

Her tongue bumped against his as they savored each other, branding their first kiss in his mind. She kissed as though she’d always known how. As though she had been born to kiss him and no other. He was reluctant to break apart from her but wanted to see her face and memorize it. He wanted to store it away so he may recall it anytime he wished. Because he knew tonight would be the final night they would have together.

As he pulled away, he could see the color high in her cheeks and the pink in the tips of her pointed ears. Her lips were still damp from his onslaught and to make matters worse, she ran her tongue over them. As though remembering the last remnants of his mouth on hers. Her pulse fluttered wildly in the long column of her pale throat. She labored to breathe, as though she couldn’t catch her breath.

“Forgive me,” he said. “I should not have taken such liberties.” He kissed her forehead and a little mewl escaped her. It nearly sent him over the edge.

About Michelle

Lover of hockey, baseball, coffee, Coach handbags, fine footwear and Brighton beads. Fantasy, paranormal and contemporary romance author. Proud Texan.

Comments

  1. so achingly tender and simmery. Is that a word?

  2. It is now! :)

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