Today we have a smooch from but first ...... the winner of last week's Sunday Smooch Giveaway is Jillian Jones!
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And now for today's Sunday Smooch from Playing House.
Eleanor is content with her boring life—mostly. She’s even fine being the quirky sister in a bevy of beauties. So imagine her surprise when one of her brother’s Sydney Smoke mates hits on her at an engagement party. Her. The weird sister, who wears vintage dresses and prefers her books to parties.
Bodie is shocked the next morning to find the soft, sexy virgin who seduced him with corsets is his best friend’s little sister. If he could kick his own ass, he would. And two months later, she’s got an even bigger surprise for him. Now he needs to convince the corset-loving wallflower that he loves her uniqueness if they’ve got a chance at forever.
He always did love a challenge…
Scene set-up
Eleanor is waiting in the hotel room for Bodie to join her. Tonight's the night she's losing it and she's a tad nervous!
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Eleanor is waiting in the hotel room for Bodie to join her. Tonight's the night she's losing it and she's a tad nervous!
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Eleanor jumped at the knock. Her
pulse spiked and the muscles of her neck contracted. Bodie had assured her he’d
come, but here he was, on the other side of the door, and suddenly she was
overwhelmed by the thought this was really
happening.
It had been exactly three minutes since
she’d let herself into his room. The entire trip upstairs, she’d been convinced
she was going to run into somebody she knew and be delayed. A lot of locals had
stayed in town for the night after the country/city match to celebrate their
local boy’s impending nuptials.
Which meant a lot of potential for
gossip.
Thankfully, the staircase had been
empty, as had the long corridor to the guest rooms. Now, all she had to do was
go through with it. God…could she?
Yes.
She could.
A second knock accelerated her
pulse, and her gaze darted to the door a half-dozen steps away. She was going
to have sex. Lose her virginity. Be deflowered.
She wished she’d had some more time
to think about how it might go down, but all she’d had time for was snapping on
the beside lamp, stripping off her clothes and climbing into the white, hotel-supplied
bathrobe she’d found hanging in the closet.
Just in case he thought she was actually here to talk about the occult
practices of nineteenth century England.
Plus, the corset and bloomers she
was wearing beneath her dress tended to slow down the disrobing process, and
she didn’t want that. It was hard to believe that a guy like Bodie was even interested, especially after prattling
on about hypnotising lions, so she
didn’t want to make it any more difficult to do the deed.
A third knock. Eep! Was she actually doing this? A quiet, “Eleanor?” galvanized
her out of her inertia.
Yes
she was!
Without giving herself time to have
a panic attack or chicken out, she practically tripped over her own toes
getting to the door. She must have looked a flustered wreck as she yanked it
open, her pulse in her neck pounding madly, but he didn’t seem to notice as he pressed
one big shoulder into the door frame and his gaze took a slow tour of her body.
It lingered where the gown
crisscrossed the deep V of her cleavage before lifting to her face. “I wasn’t
sure you were going to open the door.”
His voice tumbled over her smooth
as water over river stones and dear God,
the man smelled good. He towered over
her as he lounged lazily in the doorframe. His gaze dropped to the rise of her
breasts then back again. “I see you slipped into something more comfortable?”
Eleanor’s cheeks heated, and her
heart raced. Her instinct was to apologise for being so…forward. But damn it,
she hadn’t come here to play Scrabble or admire the recent refurbishment to the
accommodations. This was operation losing
it.
She drew in a shaky breath. “Yes.”
He smiled. “May I come in?
Eleanor’s knees wobbled at the
request. This was his room, and she
was clearly naked beneath the gown, but the fact that he was asking her
permission to enter hit her in all her nineteenth-century feels.
Bodie may have been an elite rugby
player, but the man had manners. And
manners made Eleanor swoon like crazy.
If he wasn’t careful, she’d fall in
love with him.
She grabbed him by the tie and yanked
him inside.
He didn’t need any more encouragement,
and Eleanor vaguely heard the door clicking shut as the hardness of his body
smooshed up against the softness of hers. She pushed up on her tippy toes, seeking
his mouth, and he met her halfway.
She moaned at the first touch of
his lips, uncaring how much of a rookie she sounded. She was electrified by the
feel of him and intoxicated by his taste and smell. His whiskers prickled and
teased and she moaned again, her hands grabbing hold of his biceps as the earth
tilted on its axis.
“Christ.” He pulled away, his chest
heaving as he stared down at her, his inky gaze satisfyingly bewildered. “You
taste so good. I want to feast on you
all night.”
Eleanor barely had time to register
the feral lust turning his looks from preppy to predatory before his mouth was
back on hers, hot and hard. He hauled her up his body, his hands gripping the
backs of her thighs, lifting her feet off the ground, urging her legs apart.
Her gown gaped below the tie as her
ankles locked tight around his waist, and Eleanor clung to him, oblivious of
all else but him. Sucking in his
taste and his scent, the rough chug of his breath and the deep rumble of his
groan. Nothing mattered but the sweet plunder of his mouth, the heat of his
belly pressed into the soft flesh of her inner thighs and the hardness of
muscles beneath his skin.
She didn’t register him moving, his
long sure strides efficiently eating up the distance between the door and the
bed without tripping or missing a step despite having a fully grown woman
wrapped around him. She didn’t even register falling or the soft embrace of the
mattress as they landed. Or the fact her ankles stayed locked tight.
She did register the delicious weight of his body, the way his hips
settled into the cradle of hers and the steel of his erection at the bare juncture
of her thighs.
Oh
yeah baby. Her vagina was all over that.
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Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and a new smooch will be posted!
Come back next Sunday, when the winner of today's giveaway will be announced and a new smooch will be posted!
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