Title: Wild (Wild #1)
Author: Adriane Leigh
Release Date: December 11, 2013
Genre: Erotic Romance
Synopsis
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?
Now?
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.
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.
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!
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.
TEASER
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.
Coming Soon
Ridge (Wild #2)
Expected Release Date: March 3, 2014
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