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Coralee King thinks romance should be modern, feminist and crazy, sexy, cool. Her books feature strong alpha males and the even stronger ladies who tame them. When she's not writing raunchy romance, Coralee enjoys performing comedy around New York City or feeding broccoli to her tabby cat with unusual tastes.
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You look good, Faith,” he said. He gathered my loose dark hair in his hands and moved it to hang over one shoulder. Then, I felt him scrape his teeth gently along the tender skin of my neck. I shivered at the touch. I could feel my whole body aware of him, my nerves at attention. Waiting to see where he’d touch next.
Lightly, his fingers stroked my side from the lacy top of my panties to just below my bra. I could feel my panties getting wet; my thighs pressed together, desperate for friction. Curse my body for being so responsive to this man.
His arm moved to circle my waist and I could feel his muscles flex as he pulled me back against his hard body. His erection pressed against the small of my back.
Thank God it’s not just me who feels this.
“I can tell you’re going to make this good,” he whispered.
I couldn’t help myself. I turned in his grasp, wrapped my arms against him, and kissed him. It was fast and hard, his hot lips pressed against mine, before I caught myself and pulled away.
“Oh, no you don’t,” he growled and pulled me back to him, assaulting my lips with his. His kisses were hard and rough. My lips parted and his tongue took advantage, tasting me as he pressed my body hard against him. His firm chest felt so good, I melted against him. All I could think was, More, please. Now.