Steamy Sneak Peek from
The Billionaire's Promise

This teaser is short because I don't want to give anything away…It's pretty steamy, so make sure no one is reading over your shoulder 🙂

Excerpt from Chapter Thirteen

Magnolia

His body rose over mine, his face so close all I could see clearly were his eyes, dark and intent.

“I know it's too soon,” he whispered, “but I can't wait anymore. I've been waiting for you forever.”

I didn't know what he was talking about. I didn't have time to figure it out. It was exactly like the first time he’d kissed me.

My brain shut off and my body roared to life. My hands came up, pulling his face into mine, my fingers burying themselves in his hair, pulling it loose so it fell around us, smelling of the woods and Vance. His tongue stroked the seam of my lips, and I opened my mouth, all caution gone.

Kissing Vance was a terrible idea. I knew that. I'd already decided that.

I didn't care. I wanted this. I wanted the weight of his body pressing me into the cushions and his arm wrapped around my back, lifting me up, tilting my hips so my legs fell apart to make room for him.

I wanted the thick bar of his erection against the heat between my legs. His mouth moving on mine. His tongue tangling with my own. I let out a whimper. Fingers slid under my shirt, under my bra—a bra he'd somehow unfastened while I'd been wrapped up in his kiss.

Before I knew it, both shirt and bra were pushed up to my shoulders, my breasts bared. Vance pulled his mouth from mine and sat back, his eyes gleaming as he studied me.

He started to say something, then he gave a quick shake of his head and slid backward down the couch so his mouth was lined up with my nipples. His hands were strong, his long fingers cupping and molding my breasts as his lips and tongue tasted and teased, switching from one side to the other until I was mindless, writhing beneath him, my legs wrapped around him, my eyes staring blindly at the ceiling as I whispered his name.

“Vance.”

I should stop him. Stop myself. We weren't supposed to be half naked on my couch, kissing.

Why weren't we supposed to be kissing?

My brain was at war, one side telling me to get up, to leave, that we were crossing a line. I wasn't drunk. I couldn't lie about this in the morning.

The other side of me wondered how fast I could strip off the rest of my clothes and his, desperate to know what it would feel like to have that long, thick cock inside me. I hadn't had anything inside me in months.

I didn't care about the complications. I just wanted Vance.

See what happens next!!