It's In His Kiss(11)

Just as I felt another orgasm coming, Zane pulled out and quickly flipped me over onto my stomach. His tongue glided up over my backside and then he pulled my hips up, with me on all fours, and sank into me from behind. I was so ready for him that he slipped right in. He held onto my hips, and began to pound me into the mattress, groaning with each thrust, and I felt my wetness rolling down my thighs. He thrusts went harder and deeper with each pump and I felt like I was going to pass out from the feeling of ecstasy.

“You ready, baby?” His words caught in his throat as he struggled for air, his body tensing as he pumped. I nodded and he gave one last deep thrust and then his whole body went rock hard as he released inside me. He collapsed onto me, holding me tight for a minute and the rolled off of me, giving me a quick kiss on the lips.

“Holy shit, Abby, that was unbelievable!” He linked his fingers through mine and lay there beside me, still panting for air.

I looked over at him. “You were amazing, but I don’t want you to think I do this kind of thing all the time. I’ve never done this before.”

He looked totally shocked. “You’ve never had sex?”

“No, silly, of course I’ve had sex, I just never had sex this soon with someone I just met.”

He gently stroked my face and smiled at me. “It was incredible. You looked so sexy in your little shorts, tank top and hair on top of your head when you opened the door, I wanted to attack you right then.”

“Yeah right, I don’t have a stitch of makeup on.”

“You don’t need any, you’re beautiful just like that.”

My hair had fallen out of its bun and was still damp. Zane lazily played with it as we lay there next to each other, and then he rolled over on his side and propped himself up on his arm. His eyes held mine and they were soft, yet serious.

“So Abby, I’m going to ask you again. Can I see you when we get back to New York.”

I was silent for a couple of minutes, letting him squirm a bit. There was no way I was going to say no, I had just spent an incredible night with him and I wanted to have more nights like that with him. Yes, Scott broke my heart, but since I decided to let Zane in, I felt like he could help it heal.

I smiled at him. “I would love to see you when we get back to New York.”





The End



Abby and Zane’s story continues in Hearts on Fire, coming April 2014!

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Waiting For You


By Ava Claire



After being dumped by her boyfriend right before their Santa Cruz getaway, Melissa Foster decides to go on the vacation alone. Rest, relaxation, and most of all--no men.



She wasn't expecting the owner of the property she's renting, wealthy entrepreneur Logan Mason, to be the hottest thing she's ever seen. Or that he'd look at her like she was his sole reason for existence.



Is Logan the man she's been waiting for, or will their passionate romance end in heartbreak?



Copyright © 2014 Ava Claire





Chapter One



“Are you wearing lingerie?”

My face dropped like a ton of bricks. I’d pulled out the big guns and scoured Victoria’s Secret for something that gave me the illusion of killer boobs despite my barely B cup breasts. I scored matching bottoms to minimize my pear-shaped hips and butt. I’d rolled on some stockings even though I hated the things, and I topped off the ensemble with gravity defying heels. He loved my waist length white blond hair when it was down so I obliged, adding strategic waves to frame my face. I was going for a soft sensuality, his good girl gone bad. And he was scowling at me like I was the most offensive thing he’d ever seen.

He tossed his keys on the side table. “Anything for me?”

He leafed through the mail. Leafed. Through. The. Mail. Like spam and bills were preferable to me in lingerie. His girlfriend, who wasn’t keeping count but knew that it had been 2 weeks, 3 days, and 10 hours since she’d been touched in an erotic way. And from the looks of it, tonight was quickly becoming a bust.

I cleared my throat. He drew his deep blue eyes from the stack of envelopes, his eyebrows arched expectantly. Hurt and anger warred inside me. I had expectations. I expected the guy who claimed he loved me to want to touch me without being asked or cajoled into it.

I grew up with Jason Collier, and even though everyone saw that we belonged together, we didn’t start dating until after we left for college. We happened to end up in neighboring cities, both majoring in Marketing and Communication. I’d been with other guys, but nothing had lasted.

Until Jason.

I could still remember our first kiss. The first time we said I love you. The first time we discovered each other’s bodies.