Excerpt Monday – Too Hot
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An Excerpt From: TOO HOT
Copyright © LAUREN FRASER, 2011
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
Josie made her way toward the gym. The sound of old-school, AC/DC’s Thunderstruck, carried down the hallway. At the doorway she stopped and looked inside. Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head as she saw Marco running on the treadmill. Alone in the gym, he ran at a grueling pace. Sweat ran down his bare chest. She followed the path of one droplet as it snaked between the ridges of his abs, through the dark hair under his bellybutton and into the waistband of his shorts. She tried to swallow but her throat seemed to have closed tightly, forcing her to gulp for air. Holy mother of god, she wanted to lick every inch of his body.
His eyes met hers, heat flared between them. He must have seen the raw lust on her face because a slow, carnal smile spread across his face.
“Hey, Josie, give me one sec.” He flicked off the treadmill, grabbed his t-shirt from the handle and wiped it across his face.
“Did you get my message?” he asked.
Unable to drag her eyes from his chest, she nodded.
“So, what’s your answer?”
“My what?” Raising her head, she sighed. Oh the man was beautiful. Around him somehow her mind shut off and she became a bumbling idiot. His eyes twinkled with amusement and he winked.
“Are you up for coming out with us tonight?” he asked again.
She blinked, trying to clear the fog. God, he must think she was such a loser. She couldn’t even have a normal conversation. “Umm…sure,” she stammered.
Marco stepped toward her. Josie’s nipples beaded tightly, pressing against the lace of her bra.
A sexy smile curved the corner of his lips. “Do I make you nervous, Red?”
She squared her shoulders. “Of course not,” she said, forcing herself to stand her ground and not move away.
He grinned and moved closer. She could feel the heat from his body and the scent of his sweat turned her on better than any cologne ever could.
He tucked her bangs behind her ear and trailed his hand along the back of her neck, cupping her head with his palm to hold her in place.
“Then how come you’re shivering now?” he whispered against her ear. His hot breath sent another shiver through her body. “Josie, clearly you’re as attracted to me as I am to you so why are you fighting it?” he asked.
“I’m not fighting anything.” Damn, the breathless sigh in her voice didn’t exactly add much validity to her statement.
“Liar,” he said and nipped her earlobe between his teeth. The touch sent an arrow of heat straight from her ear to her pussy and she clamped her knees together.
Marco ran a teasing path along the shell of her ear. It felt amazing. She closed her eyes and tilted her head to allow him better access.
“Don’t make me prove you wrong, Josie.”
Her eyes flashed open, meeting his. The heat burning in his eyes was almost enough to melt her on the spot.
Trying to hold onto some semblance of control, she said, “Guys like you aren’t attracted to women like me.”
He wrapped his muscular arm around her waist and pulled her hips against his. The hard length of his cock pressed against her stomach. “Clearly my body is telling you otherwise.”
Holy cow, he really wanted her. She grinned to herself. Without thought, she shifted her body and rubbed against him, loving the way she could feel his cock thicken through his gym shorts.
He hissed in a breath. “Damn, Red.”
She leaned back, putting a little space between them and trailed her finger down the length of his chest, stopping at the waistband of his shorts. His breathing increased as he watched her finger.
“So you seriously want to have dinner with me?”
His cock twitched beneath the fabric of his shorts. He gripped her hips firmly with his hands and rubbed against her. “What I’d like is to have you for dinner but we can start with grabbing a bite to eat. You seemed a bit umm…unsure the other day so I thought you’d be more comfortable with a group thing.”
Unsure. That was one word for it. Terrified of making an ass of herself was more like it.
“So what do you say, Josie? You free tonight?”