Stroked Hard by Meghan Quinn ~ Promo

“Do you remember what I told you the other night?” he asks, leaning forward, his body heat turning the temperature up between us.

I take a second to swallow before nodding. “Yeah.”

“And what was it that I said?”

Of course he’s going to make me say it.

Shyly, looking up from under my lashes, I say, “Something about no more good-night hugs.”

“Correct.” He leans forward even more, his body now flush against mine. “What else did I mention?”

Nervously, I answer, “Something about lips touching.”

He chuckles and that sound nearly destroys me. I’m nervous, I’m seriously nervous and I never get nervous. Where’s my backbone? Where’s my moral ground? Where the hell is my sassy voice that would normally be turning down this man who has made it known he wants me?

She’s long gone. Bare chested, ungodly sexy smelling Hollis chased her away.

That and my vagina has taken over all decisions regarding the man standing in front of me.

His hand runs up my side and cups my cheek, followed by the gentle pull of his thumb on my bottom lip, his face inching even closer.

God, he’s going to kiss me. And I’m going to let him.

“These lips right here.” He sighs . . . freaking sighs. “These lips were one of the first things I noticed about you. How they shined, begging for me to come brand them with my own. I’ve dreamt of these lips and I’m finally going to take what I want from them.”

My heart is pounding rapidly in my chest, my breath has escaped me, and he leans forward, closing the gap between us, I can’t help but internally beg him to keep moving forward.

Please don’t let this be a joke. Just one taste. Just one night. That’s all I want. One night with Hollis to get him out of my system so I can move on. So he’ll move on.

With one last press of my hips against my front door, Hollis traps me in his grip and guides his lips down on mine.

Soft.

Gentle.

Intoxicating.

It’s the only way I know how to describe what he’s doing. His mouth is closed, there is no tongue, there is no urgency; it’s cautious but antsy at the same time.

Every bit of my body is tingling with excitement from the way he feels against my body, from the way his hands grip me just right, and from the way his lips roam about mine, never furthering the kiss into anything other than a light press of my mouth against his.

He makes me want to beg for more. Soft little movements send my body into a vortex of heat, sweeping me up into an eternal state of arousal. Just from a kiss.

A simple kiss is throwing my world for a loop. Everything I’ve ever known is changing from this small and innocent kiss. I’ve never been kissed like this

A sexy, clit-clenching moan flows from the depths of his throat out of his mouth as he pulls away. Seductively, while staring me directly in the eyes, he licks his lips, savoring the flavor on them.

Crap, that’s so freaking hot.

“Just what I thought. You taste like fucking heaven, baby.”

If I taste like heaven then why did he stop? Shouldn’t he want to keep going?

So I want him to keep going? That’s the real question I should be asking here. Get it together, Mel. You’re not supposed to be giving in.

But . . .

It’s Hollis Knightly. Hollis FREAKING Knightly. There is only so much I can do when it comes to turning him down.