Title: Wild (Wild #1)
Author: Adriane Leigh
Release Date: December 11, 2013
Genre: Erotic Romance
An independent woman, a controlling man, and one wild one-night stand…Kat Kennedy moved to the rugged coast of Maine to start a new life, but encountered much more than she bargained for in dark, dangerous, and seductive Lane Wild. Desire and temptation smolder before she succumbs to her darkest fantasies with the captivating stranger. She doesn't expect to see him again after an explosive one-night stand leaves her breathless and craving more, but just like lightning in the darkness, he shows up in her life at the most unpredictable moments. A sensual game of cat and mouse ensues before the attraction between them reaches a fever pitch—the magnetism combustible, the sexual tension nearly unbearable—and Kat finally abandons inhibition and explores the cunning, selfish, and sexual side of a world she's never known. They have the perfect non-relationship—passion-fueled nights with no strings attached—until life gets real and the past and present collide in a dangerous storm of lust and obsession
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One Wild Night from Lane's POV
I tried to keep my eyes off her. I knew getting involved with a new girl wasn’t the best of ideas. But no one had ever accused me of doing the smart thing.
I had a weakness for things that weren’t good for me. Like booze and pussy.
Not necessarily in that order.
Throwing darts with the guys at Pete’s like any other Saturday night and prospects were slim. Which didn’t bother me, Dillon and I always had fun, but I had the sense that she had something going with Slade, my best friend. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I was keeping my nose out of it for the time being.
So on my way to a drunk Saturday night, five-foot-three-and-curvy walked in wearing a dress that hugged every fucking curve she had.
And that hair.
A wild wave of strawberry cascading down her back.
She avoided everyone’s eyes, smiled at the bartender when she got a drink, and kept to herself.
The thing that girls like her didn’t realize, is that keeping to themselves made them that much more irresistible.
Slade bet me that I couldn’t bag her.
I took the bet.
And bag her I did.
I let her sit for an hour. Let her drink a few drinks, get a buzz. I knew she’d need it, because she carried herself with a chip on her shoulder. But every once and a while I caught her staring.
So finally I sauntered over and offered to buy her a drink. She shrunk back from me, tried to remain unimpressed. But what she didn’t realize was I was an expert in the art of female seduction. I saw her pupils dilate, the way she shifted her thighs on the bar stool, her fingertips running around the rim of her glass as she tried to avoid my eyes.
This girl’s body language screamed interested.
So I bought her a drink, and then another, then scooted my bar stool a little closer to hers. I sucked in a deep breath of her sweet scent, touched a fingertip along her shoulder, laughed and teased her. Fuck, teasing her did me in. The way that soft smile lit her face as she rolled her eyes when I made a bad joke.
I never pretended to be a funny guy. The funny was in the flubbing. I played off it. It’s what made me the endearing boy next door—the boy next door could talk his way into any pair of lace panties in a three county radius.
It’s a gift.
Slade slapped me on the back when he left. Dillon started cleaning up the bar, and I knew it was our cue. I walked her out the door; she stumbled and giggled alongside me. I'd laid off the drinks when I decided to cozy up next to her at the bar. I wanted to have a clear head when I got inside her tonight. I wrapped an arm around her small waist and tucked my nose into her hair.
Smelled so fucking good. I could get drunk off her. I wanted to. I wanted to be on her, inside her, touching every part of her.
I walked her to my truck and stopped. We stared, our eyes locked, tension building. She shifted, I ran a palm up her arm. Goosebumps erupted across her skin, and in the soft moonlight I saw her breathing pick up. I ducked my head and ran my nose along the line of her neck up to her ear and placed a soft kiss on her earlobe.
I pulled away and her eyes fluttered closed. A grin tilted my lips as I ran my hands up the curves of her waist and let my thumbs dust just underneath the swell of her tits. I swiped the pad of my thumb across one pebbled nipple and her eyes flicked open. Her greens burned into me, seared straight to my soul before she launched herself at me, threw her arms around my neck and pressed our lips together.
I growled from somewhere deep in my throat and pressed her against my truck. My hands ran up her ribcage and kneaded at the flesh of her tits. She fumbled with the button of my jeans and my pounded heart roared in my ears.
Jesus, she wanted to fuck here?
Against my truck?
My mind tossed around the idea.
Laying her in the back of my truck bed.
Or taking her against the hood.
All the possibilities had my dick throbbing.
But I wanted her somewhere private. We could explore public indecency later.
Like there would be a later. There wasn’t often a later for me.
I pulled back and nipped at her full bottom lip before tugging open my truck door. She slid in ahead of me and I drove the few blocks to my house, trying to keep control while she palmed my dick through the denim of my jeans.
I threw my truck in park and stepped out, before she crawled out after me.
She thrust her tits into my palms and attached her lips to mine again. I carried her up the steps, her thighs locked around my waist in a vise-like grip. I dropped her to her feet and thrust my hips against her; rubbed my throbbing erection against her pelvis as I nipped at the flesh of her neck and then licked, trailing my tongue along her collarbone. Her hands fisted in my hair as she moaned and writhed between the door and me.
I ran my hands down her arms, enjoying the silky skin under my fingertips before I pulled her arms over her head and locked them in my hands. Her back arched, thrusting her rack in my face. I tugged the fabric down and pinched and twisted a nipple beneath the satin of her bra.
She groaned and squeezed her eyes shut before I grabbed at her thigh, kneading the flesh in my hands before angling it to hook around my hip. I ground my dick into her ready body and told her I was going to fuck her hard and fast. I couldn’t stop myself, couldn’t hold back once I was inside her.
She moaned her assent and I turned the doorknob. She tumbled backward and I caught her around the waist. I took a few steps in, kicked the door closed, and with my dick throbbing in my pants and her soft body pressed against mine, I lowered us both to the floor.
I ran my hands up under her dress. Tugged at her panties and pulled them down her legs. My fingers found her soaking wet pussy. I ran the pad of my thumb up the length of her and pressed and massaged her clit. She moaned and arched and I lost all control.
I pulled the dress over her head and pulled the zipper down on my jeans. I pulled out my rigid cock and fumbled with the condom in my pocket before rolling it on and rubbing up her hot heat.
My hands grabbed at her body, pulled down the cups of her bra, and I dove in. Saliva pooled in my mouth as I looked at her pert nipples standing erect for me. I was a man starved. I ducked my head and sucked one in my mouth as I ran my dick up the length of her. Teased her, rubbed my head at the hot button of nerves that drove her wild.
I stroked and sucked in tandem before she dug her nails into my back and pulled. The blood pounded through my veins before I finally sank into her.
She moaned and screamed to God as I worked in and out of her. Swirling my hips, dragging in and out. Enjoying the feel of her hot pussy clenching me, trembling, and pulsing. She arched and moaned, fisted her hands in her hair before I attacked her lips and kneaded my fingers into her thighs so roughly I wouldn’t be surprised if there were bruises in the morning.
I grunted in her ear as I thrust into her before my thumb trailed down to find her hardened clit aching for attention. She whimpered as I stroked and dug her nails into my back and pulled.
I jerked back in pain, until the sensation melted into pleasure.
Sweet fucking pleasure as I plowed into her soft body.
“I’m going to come, Sugar, and I want you with me.” My voice, strained with need, escaped my lips as I massaged her clit and she fell apart around me. Her body tightened and her neck arched as her hands fisted at my shoulder blades. Watching her body explode did me in and I came after another slow thrust. I emptied into the condom as the orgasm burned through my body, eating up all sense of place, as I succumbed to the release.
My chest heaved as I hovered over her, my head lowered, hair falling across my forehead. I sucked in the smell of us. The air hung heavy with the smell of strawberries and sex and caused my softening dick to twitch.
I hadn’t even come close to having my fill of her.
Fuck me if this wasn’t only the beginning.
Top 5 Dirty Talkers
1) Nathan Thorne, Breach – KI Lynn; the mother of all dirty talkers!
2) Matt Sky, Night Owl – M. Pierce; Matt loses himself a little and the result is so gritty and raw, I love it!
3) Knight, Knight – Kristen Ashley; some readers didn't like Knight's particular brand of dirty talk, but I loved it!
4) Gideon Cross, Crossfire Series – Sylvia Day; Gideon ups his dirty talk in later books.
5) Horse, Reaper's Property – Joanna Wylde; Horse is an unapologetically, rough around the edges dirty talker!
Top 5 Quotes from Wild
1) I must have the patience of a priest to come here and find her like this and not be impaling her against the wall right now.
2) Her dirty mouth had me wanting to bury myself in her, right here for everyone and God to see.
3) The look on my face screamed that I'd just fucked her five ways to Sunday and I wanted every man in a five block radius to know it.
4) Why did he have to be so arrogant and sexy? I hated arrogant and sexy. It was fucking irresistible.
5) I was cracking her shell, breaking down her rough exterior to the soft center and she was that much more appealing for it. I liked layers, and this girl had more than enough to keep me busy peeling them away for a long time.
His arm brushed across my chest. Despite the chunky wool sweater I wore, I felt it as clearly as if I’d been naked. Sparks raced across my body and landed straight between my thighs and all I could think about was his strong arms lifting me up on the counter and taking me. Fucking me like he meant it. Fucking me like he was starved for my body.
My breath ratcheted up a notch and I pressed my thighs together, shifting back and forth, trying to get my mind off the sexy man infiltrating my space.
“Okay there, Sugar?” his breath whispered across my neck as he stood behind me. When had he gotten there? Where had I been?
Lost in my fantasy of him taking me in the kitchen, that’s where.
“Fine,” I croaked.
Ridge (Wild #2)
Expected Release Date: March 3, 2014
Sometimes doing the wrong thing feels so right...I'm a player. I'm an asshole. I'm someone you should stay away from. I have demons. I've made mistakes. And the biggest can't be taken back. I've gone to hell and back in twenty-nine years and I'm only now coming to terms with moving forward, righting my wrongs, and making amends. Except not everyone deserves forgiveness. Sometimes the damage done is beyond repair. Everyday is exactly the same. I focus on the pain, in the quest to feel and forget, but I remember everything. When I close my eyes the darkness encroaches and some days it feels like the things that kill me are the things that make me feel alive.
About the AuthorAdriane Leigh was born and raised in a snowbank in Michigan's Upper Peninsula and now lives amongst the sand dunes of the Lake Michigan lakeshore. She graduated with a Literature degree but never particularly enjoyed reading Shakespeare or Chaucer. Adriane is married to a tall, dark and handsome guy, plays mama to two sweet baby girls, and is a voracious reader and knitter.