17 May '12

Good Smut Day Ten – EXPLICIT excerpt from A Man of his Word by Sarah M.Anderson and Paperback Giveaway

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Dan wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back into his chest. He smelled of horse and wood smoke, with just a little of that sandalwood. He whipped off his hat and threw it onto the only other piece of furniture in the room, a rickety table. She officially didn’t care how much the bed would squeak. “Not the penthouse or anything, but how do you like it?” His voice was low and close to her ear. Then he kissed her neck.

Which it was that—the cabin, the man in it or what she wanted to do to that man? Didn’t matter. “I love it.”

“I brought dinner.” His stubble scratched over her ear as his arms tightened around her waist. One hand splayed out just below her breast, the other found her hip, and they were dancing again, slow and sweet. The heat from his chest made her shirt stick to her back. “If you’re hungry.”

Keeping time with the silent rhythm of their bodies, she turned in his arms. His eyes locked onto hers. The scent of sex seemed to pour off of his skin, filling the room.  “I didn’t come here for dinner.”

“Me neither.” This time, he didn’t wait for permission, and he didn’t hold back. His lips fastened onto hers with a driving need that must have tripped another wire in her brain, because all of a sudden she was yanking his belt free and he was peeling her shirt off and the next thing she knew, the bed was squeaking. Loudly.

She couldn’t help but giggle at the horrific noise. Any place else, and she’d be mortified that someone, somewhere would hear them. But not here. She lifted her hips as he worked her jeans and panties off. She had no idea where her bra had gone, but in less than a minute, she was nude before him.

A lone finger traced down between her aching breasts to just below her belly. “Damn.” The moment her legs were free of all unnecessary fabric, she sat up and began unbuttoning his jeans. The bed wailed in protest of all this movement, which set off another round of giggling, but then she froze. She hoped he didn’t think she was giggling at him.

“It’s okay.” His voice was thick with strain as he grabbed at his back pocket before she could shuck his pants entirely. He pulled out a condom and tore it open with his teeth. He’d planned ahead, too. Could this man get any more perfect? “I kind of like it a little loud.”

“Yeah?” Briefs. Not that they stayed on for long.

He was—well, not ‘huge’ per se, but firmly into the ‘well-endowed’ category. Very firmly. He rolled the condom on and then knelt on the bed between her legs. The whole thing shuddered, and Dan paused to grip both sides of the mattress. The anticipation was going to kill her if the bed didn’t do her in first. “Maybe we should—”

Nope. Not waiting another minute. She grabbed his face and hauled him down to her as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She wanted to lick every inch of him until the taste of his musk was burned into her memory. She wanted to feel every inch of him until her hands had memorized every muscle. Make it count, she prayed.

He pulled away, his chest heaving as he tested out the bed. It held. “Easy.”

“I don’t want it easy.” Her fingers scraped over his chest and around to his backside. She pulled him toward her, toward the heaviness that was driving her mad. The slickness of the condom touched her, but having that dull weight on the outside wasn’t doing her any favors. “I want you. Now.”

Moving slow enough not to flip the bed, he reached down between her legs and touched her center spot. His fingers spread her wide. He was against her, then in her. Her body convulsed. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” she moaned, shimmying around his width. He pulled back—almost out—and a whimper escaped her lips.

“This?” He drove all the way in, his head bowing over hers until their foreheads were touching. Panting, his breath surrounded her. He surrounded her, filled her. She was safe, here in his arms. Nothing and no one could hurt her.

He was everything she’d hoped, but nothing like she’d imagined. Better. So much better. “Dan.”

He pulled back again and paused. What was he waiting for? “Tell me what you want.” His voice was stretched thin, like he was just barely holding on to the edge of a steep cliff.

Her hips shimmied again, hoping to draw him back in. “Loud?” Because what he wanted was what she wanted.

“Yeah.” He moved in small circles, just inside her. He was toying with her, damn it.

“Harder.” He buried himself with more force, and her cry broke free. “Oh!”

He made a noise in the back of his throat, an instinctive growl that was pleasure and hunger and satisfaction all rolled into one. But again, he pulled back, slow and steady.

Her orgasm was so close, but it was stuck behind a wall of three years of waiting for this exact moment. Dan had to break through that wall, he just had to. Slow and steady wasn’t the way. “Faster,” she demanded, smacking the flat of her hand on his behind. “Harder. Faster.”

He grunted, his body picking up wonderful speed. Each thrust did make her louder. He was driving into her with a passion—a force—that she’d never felt before. All the wires in her brain tripped, and before she knew it, she was shouting his name in time with each meeting of their bodies.

“Can’t . . . hold on . . . long,” he got out through clenched teeth.

He drove in again, but this time his lips found hers. The final, intimate touch shattered the wall around her. Dan! But the word didn’t come. All that came was a scream that he seemed to swallow whole. He exploded in a flurry of hurried thrusts before his head flew back and he made a noise closer to a mountain lion roaring than a man coming. He shivered through a final half thrust and fell on top of her.

The bed was silent while she tried to catch her breath with his weight on top of her.  Sated, she ran the pads of her fingers over his back more slowly now, taking her time to really feel him.

“Oh, Rosebud.” His voice was muffled against her neck—and then he started kissing her skin. “I—you—”

She was afraid to open her mouth, because her head was buzzing with all the circuits he’d not only tripped, but blown completely. However, when his lips moved over her collarbone and began to make their way to her bare breasts, she started to giggle.

His head popped up, and the bed creaked. “Rosebud?”

“Oh, no, not you—I just—oh, my God—you were amazing. I‘ve been wanting—since that first time—on the horse—I mean—just, you know, that was amazing. Not that—you—you were—are—amazing.” Yup. Circuits blown. She was babbling.

He propped himself up on one hand and grinned at her. “Interesting.” He sounded amused, which was probably the best she could hope for. “So, what you’re sayin’ is, you liked it.”

“Uh huh.” She couldn’t even get that out without another round of giggles as he swung his legs over the bed. She rolled over and traced the shape of his shoulder blades. No, she decided, he couldn’t get any more perfect.

“And you wouldn’t mind doin’ it again a little later?”

“Not too much later.”

That made him laugh, and despite the bed’s protests, he reached around, picked her up—actually picked her up—and sat her on his lap. He kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her eyelids. “Can you wait half an hour?”

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