I can’t believe that it’s been a year already! To celebrate we are doing a blog tour with the IHers and some of our friends and favorite authors! For a list of all those participateing, please click the above graphic. It will take you to the IH blog with all the links and a list of prizes! You don’t have to go in any order, but to be elibable for the prizes, you need to comment on each and every blog. To make it fun for you, each blog will have a red hot excerpt. Enjoy!
Here is my hot excerpt for Semper Fi: Magnus.
“We shouldn’t do this,” she whispered as she backed away.
“Say my name.” He didn’t back down.
“You know what I want, Emily.”
“Joe.” She sighed.
He growled. He loved the sound of his name falling from her lips. He couldn’t wait to hear her scream it as she came. He continued toward her.
“I’m going to fuck you, Emily. It isn’t going to be gentle the first time. Maybe not even the second. I need to be so deep inside you I don’t know where I end and you begin.”
“God yes.” She moaned.
Her back hit the wall. She had nowhere to run, not that he would let her. Mag
reached her and put his palms on the wall, ignoring the pain in his shoulder. He caged her in. He pressed his body to hers, loving the soft feel of her breasts against his chest. He wanted more, needed to taste her. She melted into him; he wrapped his arms around her so she didn’t fall.
Her lips looked ready for him to taste. Her tongue peeked out to wet her lips and he had to kiss her. He pressed his lips to hers and his tongue demanded entrance into the warm haven of her mouth. She let him in. He rewarded her with a gentle nip to her lip.
He nibbled and sucked his way inside. She tasted so sweet. He couldn’t get enough. He broke the kiss and trailed kisses down her jaw until he reached her neck. He needed another taste. He bit her then laved the sting with his tongue. When she didn’t protest, he nuzzled his face into her neck and inhaled. The light vanilla scent mixed with a smell that was all Emily went straight to his cock. He pulled her tighter against him and mumbled against her throat.
He heard her whispered, “What?”
He backed up so she could hear him, “Clothes off. I need to feel you. Take them off or I’ll tear them apart.”
They were both panting when he backed away to watch her strip. Emily ripped her clothes off, their need too great for either of them to take their time. There was no slow and soft with them, not this time. Mag groaned when Emily stood before him in her bra and panties.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re so sexy.”
Then she did something that made Mag want to slow down and savor her. She smiled. Not a man-eater grin, but a shy smile. She looked at him like he was the only man in the world. He placed his palm over his heart afraid it would beat right out of his chest. She unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor. Emily reached for her panties next, but Mag stopped her.
“Leave the panties on and get over here.”
She looked over at him. “But, Colonel, you’re wearing too many clothes. Your turn to strip.”
He started to take off his clothes. Emily leaned back against the wall. She teased him by running her hands over her breasts in slow circles stopping every now and again to pinch her nipples, her gaze never leaving his. It should be his hand plucking her nipples. Mag wanted to lick them to see if
they tasted as good as they looked. He ripped his shirt over his head, careful of his wound, and tossed it behind him. Next he peeled his jeans of, going slow as he eased the zipper over his throbbing cock. He stood in his boxer briefs ready to ditch them too when he saw Emily’s hands stop.
“Wait.” She pushed herself off the wall and sauntered over to him. “Let me help with those.”
She knelt in front of him; he swallowed and tried to stay in control. His eyes closed when her hands brushed against his cock. He didn’t think he could get any harder. He ached for her. Emily slid his underwear off and he sucked in a breath as cool air flowed over his heated body. Mag’s eyes opened when Emily’s tongue traced an imaginary line up his leg. He groaned when she reached his balls, panted when she took them in her mouth.
“God yes.” He cradled her head in his hands.
He needed to take back some control. This was his show and if her lips wrapped around his cock he would explode like a teenage boy his first time. He reached down and dragged her up his body. He held Emily against him for a second before he picked her up and carried her upstairs to his bed, his injury forgotten. Nothing would make him let her go. She was his. She curled into him and wrapped her arms around his neck, her breath warm against his skin. He almost dropped her when she licked his neck and then gave his
wound a light kiss.
“Poor Joe. Does it hurt?” She ran her hands over his shoulder.
“Right now, the only thing hurting is my cock.” He grinned at her.
She smiled back and his dick jerked, ready for action. His bed had never felt so far away. Once in his room he laid her down and she turned to crawl into the middle of the bed, her pert ass wiggling, enticing him to touch it.
She followed his command, looked over her shoulder and cocked an eyebrow at him.
He groaned, liking the way she followed his orders. He knelt on the bed making his way to her. She didn’t move. Her silky pink panties were another reminder of how well she followed his orders. He stopped when he reached her and sat on his haunches. He caressed her ass, drew back and slapped her in a quick short stroke. She shifted a little and an odd whistling sound emerged as she sucked in air.
“You like that don’t you? Naughty, naughty, Emily.”
He caressed her ass again, enjoying the heat through the satin. He allowed his hand to drift to her pussy. Even covered he could feel how wet he’d made her.
“You’re so fucking wet. You’re ready for me aren’t you, baby?”
She whimpered and nodded her head, rocking against his hand. He tapped her ass and motioned for her to roll over. Her legs spread wide, ready to cradle him, he bit his lip at the sight. He inched closer until he could reach what was his. He ripped her underwear off and she groaned.
“What do you want, baby? What do you need?”
“Fuck me. Please, Joe. Please. I need you inside me, now.”
“Not yet. I need to taste you.”
Mag shouldered her legs farther apart and lay down between them. He licked the inside of her thigh making small circles on his way to her pussy. Once there he buried his face so he could smell her essence. He groaned and licked his way to her clitoris.
“I love the way you taste. Emily, so fucking good.” He mumbled against her pussy.
Mag used the tip of his tongue to play with her clit. He loved how she moaned and twisted under him. He worked his way back to her hole and slipped his tongue inside mimicking the act of fucking. She twisted against him.
“Joe, I’m gonna… Oh. My. God. JOE!”
Her thighs clinched against his head holding him in place while she came on his tongue. When she relaxed he crawled up her body, leaning down enough so he brushed against her heated skin. He loved the way she looked at him, dreamy and relaxed. He didn’t know what he needed more, a taste of her lips or the feel of her wet pussy wrapped around his cock.
Mag reached over to his nightstand and opened it, never taking his gaze from Emily.
“I’m not done with you yet.”