#MySexySaturday, #Saturday7 or #MSS80
It’s Saturday and time for a sexy post. Here are seven paragraphs from Eternity, the first novel in my Descendants of Ra series. Meet Roman and Stella.
“Roman, I’ve never had a man in my home before.” Stella rasped and lust raced down his spine, igniting every nerve ending and wiping his brain clean of every thought, but one. He caught the belt of her robe and followed it up to the knot. A finger slipped in and loosened it. His breath fanned her face. She tilted her chin up at the perfect angle for his lips to cover hers.
His finger stopped, and withdrew. What the hell am I doing? Stella’s words darted through his brain. No boyfriends, she told McCabe. It was too ridiculous to be true. But … could she be a virgin? He had to get out of her bed, her apartment, maybe the city, let one of his men protect her.
She touched him again, ran her palm over his stubbled jaw and traced a finger over his eyebrows and down the bridge of his nose. She played with the shell of his ear until his chest rumbled with suppressed laughter. Then her fingers found his lips and the laughter stopped.
He opened his mouth and drew her finger in. Like a hare trapped by a wolf, she quivered, her eyes searching the darkness for him. Roman opened her robe, letting cool air hit her. She closed her eyes and arched, allowing him to strip the robe from her arms. Beneath the covering she wore a lace-trimmed camisole and boy shorts. Her high breast would fit perfectly in his palms. Flat stomach and curvaceous hips, the shorts clearly outlined the juncture between her thighs.
“Better?” he croaked. Stella nodded and her hand landed on the center of his chest and stroked downward, teasing, touching, torturing until lava replaced the blood pumping through his veins. His hand snaked under the top and caressed her smooth satiny skin. He glided up her flat abs. Then stumbled over puckered skin. She gasped.
Had he hurt her? Unsure, he hesitated while she rolled away and shifted to the edge. A broken sob reached him. Shoulders shaking, she tried to smother her cries in the pillow. Gently, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against him. Spooned, he held her close and let her cry. When her tears subsided, Roman raised the hem of her top and again slid his hand under.
“These scars mean nothing other than what you let them mean. You’re beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He stroked the damaged skin and her body quivered. “I’m sorry you’ve suffered, but I swear to you, nothing will ever hurt you again.”
Cursed for 2000 years, Roman Nicolis has tracked his lovers’ soul through each reincarnation only to lose her horribly every time. Reclaiming their love is his only salvation. He’s been her friend, her father, her neighbor, but never again her lover . . . until now.
A late night walk home throws Stella Walker into the path of a killer. The last thing she remembers are the deep blue eyes of the man trying to kill her—and the first things she sees after a seven day coma are the same blue eyes in the handsome face of the man hired to protect her. Is he truly the owner of a security firm or the man who wants to finish her off? Is it fears she feels when Roman touches her or the memory of something sweeter?
Past secrets haunt them. An angry demon stalks them.
Roman will do anything to recover what they once had. Though Stella’s ruined childhood has made her close her heart and body to any man, he must get past the walls around her to gain her love and trust, for it will take their union to defeat an unexpected enemy sent from the Egyptian Gods. A man Romans respects and Stella trusts.