SAPPHIRE TEASE by Marilu Mann
Coming next Wednesday, September 10 2008 from Ellora's Cave.
Ever have your clothes removed by a sexy man as punishment?
What if you were trying to steal from him and he is determined to teach you a heated intimate lesson you will never forget?
Cath Monroe learns just how much she can take from the man she mistakenly marks as an easy target. Kentaro Ramon introduces the lovely thief to more than his mastery of weapons in this arousing tale of a very erotic game of cat-and-mouse.
SAPPHIRE TEASE by Marilu Mann (excerpt rate R)
Ramón knelt in front of her, between her legs. He touched the plastic restraints holding her wrists to the arms of the chair. His hands were warm and slightly calloused. Not what she'd expected from an obscenely wealthy playboy. He slid his fingers over the restraints and over the skin of her wrist.
"Since you won't confirm that Brown sent you, maybe you'll tell me who you are?"
Cath shook her head again, more slowly this time. She couldn't take her eyes off him.
"What is your name?" As she shook her head, he slid his hands up to her elbows, kneading the skin there. His gaze went from her face to her breasts and back again. Her nipples were so hard they were almost painful. If her hands were free, she'd be pinching them, cupping her breasts and offering them up to his hot mouth and begging him to take them between his teeth.
"I didn't see any pockets in your shirt. I'm assuming you don't have any identification on you, just in case you get caught. From the way you came in here, I'm sure this isn't the first time you've attempted robbery." His hands were at her shoulders now. He kneaded the skin there too, leaning forward slightly so that his ribs were between her knees. "You're slender and muscular. You're nimble and you felt
confident enough to try to fight me. For a thief, you have remarkably soft skin."
"Look, you've still got your sword, why don't you just let me go? And it's not robbery. It's re-appropriation." She hated the breathlessness in her voice. She also didn't care for the fact that she wanted his hands on her. Now she wanted him to cup her breasts and squeeze, she wanted him to pinch her nipples, suck on them, and bite them. She wanted him to mark her, claim her.
"Not yet." As though he'd heard her, he slid his hands down until he covered her breasts. He squeezed slightly, his eyes on her face. Cath couldn't stop her quick inhalation of breath. He wasn't using enough force. She shuddered in sheer pleasure when he squeezed again, harder this time.
She almost protested when he moved his hands down to her waist, pulling the front of her shirt completely away from her body. "You're the most beautiful thief Brown has ever sent against me. What hold does he have on you to make you do this?"
"Let me go."
"Not just yet." He unbuttoned her pants and Cath started to struggle, raising her hips and twisting her body in the chair. Unfortunately, her struggling gave him the leverage he needed to yank her pants down off her hips. Only her widespread legs kept him from removing them. The fabric bit into her thighs as he leaned back to stare at her underwear and a wide smile split his face at the sight of the black lace thong.