Erotic Romance Author Cassidy McKay

Excerpt from Sometimes Murphy Wins
(Available now at Noble Romance Publishing)

“Ma’am?” Jarett called from the bathroom a little while later. “Hello? Are you still here?” There was a moment of silence and then he called louder, “Ms. Thackette?”

Trina groaned in despair, remembering her spittle-laden rendition of her name. He wasn’t going to go away, so she walked back into the bathroom and stopped at the sight of six-foot, three-inches of tanned, thickly muscled drool-bait. Jarett stood in her bathroom, his obviously soaking wet shirt draped over one shoulder. His biceps flexed as he put his hands on his hips. Clasping her own hands tightly at her waist to keep them from reaching out of their own accord to touch his gorgeous chest, she slowly raised her gaze to his amused and quite interested one. Obviously, he’d seen her checking him out and approved of her attention.

He grinned and flexed his muscles, laughing as she blushed furiously. “Sorry, I usually don’t undress in strange women’s apartments, but . . . .” He held out his wet shirt by way of explanation. “Ms. Thackette, I couldn’t find your tooth in there. Apparently, it was washed down the drain with the water. I’m, uh, sorry, but it looks like you’ll have to get a new one.”

“Oh no . . . my dentith is out of town,” she despaired quietly.

“I can give you the number of my dentist, if you’d like. He’s very good, and has an after-hours emergency service that can contact him. I’m sure they can probably do something for you, at least temporarily, until your dentist gets back.”

Jarett laid his hand gently on her shoulder to comfort her, as she looked so distraught. The contact was almost electric. It shook him badly, and if her shocked look was any indication, Trina felt it, as well. She gasped as she shot him a quick, wide-eyed look.

Jarett moved his hand slowly down her arm, his touch firm, reveling in her warm flesh as he watched for her reaction. While he hadn’t come up here to seduce a tenant, Trina definitely intrigued him, and touched places inside of him that hadn’t seen the light of day for a long time.

“It’th Thackette. Trina Thackette. With an Ethhhh.”

“Huh?” he wrinkled his brow, trying to make out what she was trying to tell him.

“My name. It’th not thackette, it tharths with an sthhhhs,” she emphasized wetly. She quietly wiped off the spit she’d left on his chest.

Warning bells sounded in his head, telling him to get out of there, now, before it was too late. But her fingers seemed to linger a moment longer than necessary, and instead of doing the sane thing and beating a hasty retreat, he grasped her hand, holding it to his chest, bending to gently touch her lips with his. His heart thundered as he fit his body to hers, pushing her gently up against the bathroom wall, pressing against her. When she didn’t resist, he deepened his kiss.

Completely overwhelmed, Trina sighed as his tongue slipped into her mouth. He raised his hands to cup her head, threading his fingers through her hair, holding her in place as he wove his sensual magic around her. She ran her hands over his broad chest, then up around his neck so she could finger his silky hair. She sucked his lower lip between her teeth and nibbled on him, his kiss a veritable feast for the starving.

He ran his hands up and down her body, brushing his thumbs across the sensitive sides of her breasts. Trina moaned and leaned into his touch. He grasped her hips and pulled her closer, his matching moan showing his appreciation. If he liked real curves on a woman, then Trina was happy that she had plenty of them for him to practice driving on.

Her face heated as she realized she’d grown wet, ready for his possession. She moved her hands slowly down from his hair, across his very broad shoulders and back. Dipping down below the waist of his jeans, she grasped the perfect ass she’d admired earlier, and dug her fingers in to stake her claim. God, it felt just as good as it looked—firm with muscle, but rounded enough to grab onto and pull him against her, which she did with a small whimper of desire.

Jarett groaned as their bodies came together. He mimicked her actions, grabbing her ass and lifting her to fit against him as he pressed his hard cock against her groin, grinding and shoving her against the wall, exciting and enticing, even though they were both still fully clothed. He plucked at her hard nipples with one hand, and then lifted her shirt to expose everything a very generous Mother Nature had given her.

Jarett couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this turned on, this hard. And the sexy woman he held in his arms seemed to want everything he could give her and more. Right now. He ground his cock into her again, as he tried his best to pleasure her through her firm, cotton jeans.

Unbuttoning those jeans had his cock pulsing in anticipation.

“Do you want to take this further, Trina?” he gruffly asked. But even as he asked the question, he took the next step, reaching down inside the waistband of her pants to push aside her panties and delve his fingers into her wetness.

Her nod, felt against his shoulder, made his cock throb. Her sharp bite to his chest, followed by a consoling lick, sent chills through his body.

“Yes, I want to feel it, Trina. Show me how much you want me.”

She groaned, pressing against him, trying to unbutton his jeans as he slid hers down her curvy thighs, taking the wisp of silky panties along with them, gently lifting her feet out of the pant legs one by one.

He kissed the inside of her knees as he raised each leg, then licked a little higher as his gaze travelled up to take in what he’d revealed. Her head was tossed back against the wall, her neck covered in light red marks from where he’d kissed her, marking her as his. Her shirt was still up and her hard nipples indicated her desire. Her softly rounded stomach and hips promised cushioning for what he hoped would be a long and eventful night of loving. He pictured grabbing those hips to pull her back against his thrusting cock as he pierced her. His gaze drifted lower and he nearly sighed his pleasure.

She shaved.

He took in the nicely trimmed ‘landing strip,’ surrounded by bare skin that he yearned to taste. He turned his head, licking and kissing up her thighs, aiming for the damp moisture he could see surrounding her shaved entrance.

“God, Trina, you look good enough to eat,” he growled. Her clean, womanly fragrance teased his senses, drawing him into the nest she’d kept so neatly trimmed.

“Mmmmm, more!” The low, passion-filled command came from above him, barely heard as he closed in on his tasty target.

Jarett nuzzled her, breathing in her scent, and then lightly flicked his tongue to test her reaction. Trina gasped, her knees buckling, and he caught her about the waist, holding her firm. He pressed her back against the wall, nudging her legs, spreading them a bit farther apart. He dipped his tongue in, catching her juices as he grabbed her ass, pulling her close.

She tasted exquisite, a fine wine full of body and womanly charm for him to savor to his heart’s content. Her legs shook spasmodically as he licked her, concentrating on her stiff and protruding clitoris.

Jarett delved deeper, using his fingers to part her moist folds as he feasted. He pressed one, and then two fingers inside her as she sank farther down the wall, obviously fighting to keep herself upright. He was going to come without even unbuttoning his pants if they kept this up, and that definitely wouldn’t do.

Pleasure. She was pure pleasure, in the way she moved, the way she tasted, and especially in the way she gasped and sighed when he touched her.

“Yesth, oh yesth! Right there. Thasth good, yea!” she said, spraying him with spittle in her passion.

He looked up, gazing at her flushed face. Her eyes were closed, her breath coming hard and fast through her open lips, right through the gap in her teeth.

He couldn’t help himself. He burst out laughing.

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