Today we have a smooch from Annie West but first
... the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is Deanna.
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And now for today's Sunday Smooch from Annie West. Leave a comment on this post to go in the draw to win a signed copy.
‘I’m pregnant.’
But this baby bombshell is nothing compared to Adoni’s scandalous solution…!
A positive pregnancy test isn’t the only reminder Alice has of her one scorching night with Adoni Petrakis. As she defiantly tells him the news, memories of his skilled touch overwhelm her! The contract he draws up—to claim her and his child—is utterly shocking. As is her realisation that she’s still powerfully and inescapably in thrall to this vengeful Greek!
Scene set-up
Alice, woozy after her first ever champagne, inadvertantly gatecrashes Adoni's private owner's suite in the hotel where she's been bridesmaid at a wedding. Adoni, fascinated and amused by the delightful stranger and her unguarded comments, doesn't immediately kick her out. But the joke is on him when she abruptly falls asleep on his sofa. Knowing there's no-one looking out for her or to see her safely home, he lets her rest for an hour while he works. But when she wakes, she discovers she's revealed things to this stranger she hadn't intended, including how much she';s attracted to him.
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‘You weren’t so hesitant earlier.’ His smile
was slow and intense and it superheated her blood.
‘I wasn’t?’
He frowned. ‘You don’t remember?’
‘I…’ She frowned as snippets of conversation
came back to her in vivid clarity. ‘I asked if you were a good kisser.’ Part of
her shrank at the memory of such champagne-induced frankness, but now she was
here, toe to toe with this fascinating man, excitement overrode bashfulness.
‘Would you still like to find out?’ His voice
dropped to a low note that wound its way through her belly and down to her
knees, making them wobble.
Impossible that he should affect her so
intensely, this man whose name she couldn’t even recall. Adoni something. She
knew so little about him.
Sensible Alice Trehearn, the one who’d spent
years being dependable, devoted and reliable, knew this was her cue to leave.
Yet another Alice Trehearn, the one who secretly yearned for life, and who’d only surfaced previously
in her hell-for-leather gallops across the moor, shivered in excitement.
‘Yes.’ The word was out before she thought
about it. Because if she thought about it she’d never say it.
‘Good,’ he murmured. ‘Your mouth has been
driving me crazy.’
Her mouth? Alice lifted a hand to her lips
but instead met his chin as his head lowered. He stopped a breath away. She
felt his exhalation on her lips, scented with coffee and brandy and something
indefinable. The pads of her fingers trembled against the solid plane of his
jaw, then spread, testing warm skin with a hint of stubble that grazed her
flesh as she settled her whole palm across his chin.
She’d shaved both her father and later her
godfather, David, when each grew too ill to do it themselves. Neither had been
like this. Adoni radiated heat and vigour and a sensuality she felt right down
to the marrow in her bones. He was strong, his flesh taut and so vitally alive.
Alice drew a shuddering breath filled with
the alien, delicious scent of man in his prime. She stared up into eyes as
bright as she imagined the Aegean Sea to be. She read a question there. He was
giving her time to change her mind.
In answer, Alice slid her hand around into his
thick, short dark hair, surprised at its softness. She rose on tiptoe and
pressed her lips to his.
For a moment he didn’t move and she cringed
inside. This was a mistake. Hadn’t she known he couldn’t really be interested?
Then his mouth moved on hers, gently
persuading her lips apart. His warm tongue slicked her lips then delved within
and everything inside her melted and swayed at the eroticism of that sweet
invasion. Her belly liquefied, her knees loosened and it was only the firm loop
of his arm around her waist that kept her high against him.
His other hand eased the hair back from her
face in a gesture so tender her heart rolled over.
Alice slipped her other hand up over his
chest. The feel of hard, lean muscle sent a sizzle of excitement through her. She
leaned closer, a willing pupil as he delved deeper, drawing out the kiss into
something that sent shivery hot darts of flame through her blood.
She didn’t know which was better, the way
Adoni kissed, making her feel treasured, or the feel of their bodies locked
tight. The arm at her waist slid lower, drawing her hips against him.
Her breath stilled as she came in contact
with a hard length against her belly.
Instantly he lifted his mouth and Alice
almost wailed with disappointment at her loss, her face instantly tilting higher
as if to tempt him back. Instead he pressed his lips to her forehead.
A shudder racked his tall frame and it hit
her that she wasn’t the only one swept away in the moment. Surprise and
satisfaction filled her. Even if this had started as a one-sided favour it had become
something else.
‘Adoni?’ Her voice was husky and uneven.
He drew back just far enough to meet her
eyes. What did he see? She felt flushed and wanton, not like herself.
‘This is your chance to change your mind.’
Gone was the slightly teasing gleam she’d seen in his face when he’d talked of
kissing her. Now he looked solemn to the point of grimness.
‘About kissing you?’
‘And the rest of what you wanted.’
The rest? Her brow furrowed as she tried to
recall their earlier conversation but her foggy memory couldn’t compete with
the heady sensations bombarding her. That delicious spicy scent of his skin,
the rich flavour of him still on her tongue. The heat of his large body
surrounding her and that strange mix of vulnerability and power she felt at the
differences in their closely aligned bodies.
‘You wanted an orgasm.’
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