Coming Home for Caliente Blog Hop
Participating in the Caliente Blog Hop. This is the FIRST Blog Hop hosted by the Four Seduced Muses, one of my favorite blogs. I'm excited to be a part of this event and to be able to feature a HOT EXCERPT from Coming Home, the first book in the Porter Brothers series.
Rachel Porter, a romance writer, has told her three sons tales of finding their true soul mate since they were just boys. She lives with the belief that there is but one match for every person. Now as men, they have yet to discover their soul mates. That is, until they come home…
Ryan Porter, Rachel’s oldest son, needs a change from his busy city lifestyle. After five years of living in New York and establishing his own real estate firm, something is still missing. When a family tragedy brings Ryan back to his family’s rural home, he meets Tyra. She just might be the catalyst for the change he needs, redirecting the course of his life. But first he must accept his relationship with his parents and embrace Tyra’s secrets.
In this excerpt, Tyra finally finds herself just where she's wanted to be... in Ryan's bed - enough said, read it and enjoy...
As she relaxed into the kiss, intense pleasure began pounding in her veins and her breath sped up, chest rising and falling with a mixture of nerves and excitement she couldn’t remember ever having felt before. It had been so long since she’d let someone touch her. But this felt right – it felt so good. Never had she been tempted like he was tempting her. His lips rubbed against hers, sipping at her upper lip, nibbling at her lower lip. The kiss grew deeper and her body reacted with a heat that washed over her, causing her to surrender to the moment. She was lost in him.
Ryan’s hands trailed down her back and felt for the hem of her shirt before tugging it out of her waistband. It was electric when his warm hand met her stomach. He pulled away just long enough to get her shirt over her head and she whimpered from the lost contact only to hear a soft chuckle from Ryan. Then he met her lips with his own again. His tongue pressed against her lips, tracing the seam for permission, as she opened to the sensation and allowed the invasion. She felt herself ache to be touched deeper, to feel him naked against her, to be taken by this man she had only before dreamt about.
Crushing herself against him, she could feel his arousal – warm and thick – through the denim fabric. She could feel the heat of his body as she leaned closer still and put her hands around his waist. He stretched his arms out above his head when she tugged lightly and began pulling his shirt up his torso and over his head. She tossed it and began sliding her fingers down his abs, tingling with anticipation.
He moved back into her again, running his lips along her jaw, down her neck. Tyra could feel her need, the intense warmth wash down her body in waves of incredible sensations that were taking over her ability to think. Her nipples were sensitive and hard, the stiff points crying out for attention as he moved his hands closer to her breasts and stroked lightly underneath. It was a teasing stroke. Tyra was overwhelmed with sensation and wanted more. She began fumbling with his button and zipper to get his pants off. She wanted the treat she knew waited underneath.
“Let me help, baby,” he spoke in between laying gentle bites to the upper swells of her breasts. He pulled his jeans down over his legs and stepped out of them. He backed up to pull off his boxers and stood naked, an arm’s length from her – one step forward and her body would be blended with his – one step forward and she would be able to feel the thick length of his cock against her stomach.
It was Ryan who stepped towards her. When he bent his head lower to stroke her lace covered nipple with his tongue, Tyra’s world tilted. Her knees weakened and Ryan took her weight onto him, moving back until he was sitting in a chair. He spread Tyra across his knees so her body was open to him. He reached around behind her and released the hooks of her bra. Tossing it to the floor, Ryan devoured her nipples as if they were a feast and he was a starved man. While his tongue stroked one, his fingers worked the other and in no time, she was rubbing herself against him like a kitten. She craved him.
“I smell your hunger,” Ryan spoke between strokes.
“I can feel your hunger,” Tyra teased though her voice came out husky and low. She felt Ryan chuckle and the surge of air against her nipple sent a ripple straight to her core. She arched her back allowing Ryan a tighter grip on her breast. He licked, nibbled and had her writhing beneath his touch.
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