Monday, March 11, 2013

Crimson Flames Excerpt

Trace took advantage of the fact we were alone by scooping me up in his arms—one arm under my knees and one across the middle of my back—and lifting me off the ground. I shrieked and rocked my feet as he turned us in a full circle. “I can’t think of a better way to celebrate Tristan’s life than to know you’re going to fill in for him. Oh B.A.”—the new nickname he had for me, which was short for “beautiful Abby”—“you’ve made me a very happy man.”
“We still have to take this slow,” I reminded him, feeling my own wave of caution move inside me. “Committing to another relationship so soon after—”
“Shh,” he whispered as he set me back down, then tilted my chin to look at him when my racing nerves locked my gaze on the floor. “We don’t have to be anything. I’m not asking that from you. Nor will I tell you things you’re not ready to hear. But because I do care, I simply want to be here for you. And of course, celebrate your decision to join us.” His lips pulled into a beautiful smile, not a hint of his fangs as his fingers pressed a little harder against my skin. A sliver of heat sparked in my lower belly and I swallowed hard. “Shall we get back to the party?” he asked in a low voice.
I nodded, the awakened attraction still making it difficult to speak. When he lowered his hand, I sighed with relief and turned to leave the room. Trace moved beside me and just before we reached the door, there was a blur of motion and my back was pressed against the wall and his mouth covered mine, releasing my hold on the burning desire for him so it washed over me in tingling waves as our kisses became more urgent, his teeth roughly nibbling on my bottom lip. “There’s no rule that I can’t do this?” His question a growl inside my mouth.
Was there? It was hard to think with his tongue pushing its way in. My lips parted and he moved inside, his tongue probing and lapping. Repeating his motion, I did some exploring of my own, my head a whirlwind of mind-numbing pleasure, his question lost somewhere in the depths of my thoughts. His hands gripped my hips and pulled me to grind against him, my heat pulsing from my core and flowing through my veins. His mouth moved in a slow line over my chin and down to that oh-so-sensitive spot between my shoulder and neck, then he clamped down there and an unrecognizable moan rumbled out of my throat. He answered me with a gurgled growl and let go of my hips. Gripping my wrists tightly, he pulled my hands above my head and held them firmly against the wall, then stopped kissing me and raised his head, staring at me with a feral gaze now tinged with crimson. “Am I crossing your boundary?” His voice low and throaty and definitely meant to tease me.
He pressed into me, smashing my back against the wall and letting me know just how badly he wanted me from the feel of him against my lower belly. “I don’t know, I can’t think…”
Crushing my mouth with his lips, he rocked his body closer, harder, and for whatever reason, that’s when I remembered we were in a room with see-through glass doors. Pushing him back, I said, “No,” my voice more firm than I felt. “We can’t…not in here.”

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