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About the author:
Bianca is a professional copywriter who loves to help design and sew costumes for her favorite local theatre company. She finds inspiration for everything she does in Shakespeare, especially A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Her favorite genre is erotic romance, and living on the rainy west coast allows for a lot of time to write!
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Deep blue eyes sparkling, Ty took hold of her shoulders, tracing a fingertip down her cheek, reaching her lips. And right there, outside as the sun set and darkness took over, his hungry lips met hers.
At first Lillah stiffened, even though she thought she was ready. It had been a long time since someone had kissed her passionately and for a few seconds it felt so different, it seemed wrong.
Then her body remembered and relaxed, accepting his touch. Her lips softened as she pressed into him.
His long fingers moved from her waist, around her breast, his other hand around the back of her neck, holding her close against him.
It was so different to be with a new man, one who was completely unfamiliar to her. His body was firm and muscular, rock-solid under her hands as they roved over his shoulders and down his back.
“Mmm,” he murmured, pulling back. His eyes were darker now, giving away his desire. For her. There were times Lillah had wondered if she would ever be with another man again. And now here she was, in a fantasy-land, a whole different L.A. than the one she knew, no-one to be accountable to, absolute freedom.
Here, high up in a luxury house on top of a hill, she could be a different person. Someone who had a one-night stand with a man who wasn’t available for anything more than that, who was in a relationship and lived a life that was foreign to her.
She opened her mouth, inviting him in as his tongue probed for entry, sliding into her mouth.
As she gripped his shoulders tightly, Ty’s hand slipped lower, reaching her right breast, his fingers trailing over it, stroking gently, pausing to give her firm nipple some attention.
This man was making her feel beautiful, sexy and desirable once again.
Ty smiled warmly, his teeth dazzling white against his sexy full lips. He wanted her. Lillah breathed deeply, all her bad feelings from the past months—or was it years?—falling away, outside under the rising moon.
She shivered, pleasure sparking all over her body, her breath coming shallow and fast. She arched into Ty, needing more of his touch.
Everything about this man was intoxicating. The muscles under his shirt, firm against her hands, even his scent was something she couldn’t readily identify.
Her feelings of elation and liberty were so overpowering, she didn’t even feel strange or guilty. She had no reason to, of course, but knowing herself that’s what she had expected.
Instead she felt something she hadn’t in a long time. Happiness. That was it. Happiness, and a burning reminder that she was alive, that her life hadn’t ended with her brand-new divorce. And now anything was possible.
Ty’s hands slid under her top, fondling her breasts, building up a pulsing urgency deep inside her body.