SOFT PLEASURE by Dany Rae Miller
Pre-order: April 5, 2017
Release: May 3, 2017
The truth can either ruin you or set you free.
Freaks like me can’t do relationships, not when there are huge parts of yourself you can’t let anyone see. No matter how strong the pull between us, no matter that he sets my body on fire with his touch, I can’t have Gunnar Bodolf. But he knows things about me and my past – things I’m desperate to know, too.
The chemistry between us is exquisite. Powerful. Primitive. Sophia Soft wants me as much as I want her. I came back to Aspen a lone wolf with one mission, to connect the hereditary witch with her forgotten power. Now wild fantasies have raised another tantalizing desire, get her into my bed and make her mine.
Truth. Power. Lust. Not necessarily in that order.
“I’m so sorry, Gunnar.” I turn on a light and hurry to the bathroom.
Returning with a towel, I wipe the water off his head and smiling face.
“You find this funny?”
“Very.” His wet shirt clings to solid biceps and muscular ripples on his abs. “Now I know what a drowned rat feels like.”
He laughs, which in turn makes me laugh.
He commandeers the towel and, while he pats it gently on my head and face, kisses the tip of my nose.
The rain, a spicy cologne and a male aroma – he smells so good. No matter how hard I try, I can’t look away from his spellbinding eyes, his sexy mouth. His playful grin turns sensuous under my stare, the muscles in his arms stiffen.
Using the towel, he pulls me closer.
The lips that touch mine are so soft, the brush so slight that I barely feel them. I sense he’s holding back. He runs his tongue along the seam of my lips. With a mind of their own, they part slightly and he seizes on the opening. The kiss turns sumptuous, his tongue leisurely roaming my mouth. I’m about to come undone, yet he’s still holding back. I sense it.
I suppress a groan.
The towel slips off my shoulders to the floor. One of his hands gently cups the back of my head. The other slides to my behind, slowly but firmly pulling my pelvis into him.
There is nothing slight about what presses into my belly and once again my desire explodes.
I wrap my arms around his neck to pull his mouth harder to mine, our tongues entwine creating a heat that I swear should be visible to the naked eye. I sense his control slipping.
The hand on my behind lifts and presses me to the wall. We’re pelvis to pelvis. My hips flex forward, instinctively creating friction against the hard length of him.
The sound that comes from him is part groan part growl. His other hand slides to cup my breast, a thumb creates magick on my nipple – circling, pressing, driving me insane through the fabric.
This time, I can’t stifle the moan. It ripples long and loud out of my throat.
He slides his mouth from mine. “Sophia,” he gasps between kisses on my face and neck.
With his teeth, he pulls at the shoulder ties of my dress, letting the bodice fall to my waist. Licking, nibbling and kissing my cleavage, he unclips the strapless bra with one hand. It falls to the floor.
I arch my back wanting his mouth where his thumb was. He obeys, twirling his tongue softly and, then, sucking hard, the sensation so pleasurable that it’s almost unbearable. Over and over, he laves one nipple then the other. I’m going to orgasm by his talented tongue alone.a Rafflecopter giveaway