About An Indecent Affair Part III:
Letting her insecurities get the better of her, Katrina pushed Adam away after another amazing night in bed between him and Tristan. In the light of day, she realizes she needs to apologize. She only hopes Adam will listen.
After walking out on Katrina, Adam believes the only way Tristan can have a shot at a relationship with her is for Adam to step aside. He’s not the kind of man she needs in her life and Tristan has wanted her for too long to give up now.
Or course, passion has a way of derailing the best of intentions…
Release date: August 18th, 2014
Adam’s masterful kiss made her feel as if she was drowning in lust. His lips moved over hers with a purpose that had her pressing closer, rubbing against him.
Tilting her pelvis into his, she tried to get closer, her body moving instinctively. The hard ridge of his erection nudging against her clit made her moan. Made her want more. Harder. Faster.
How did he do it? How did he turn her into this crazy, impossibly horny person she didn’t recognize?
Simply by kissing her?
But it wasn’t just the way he kissed. It was the way he used his hands. The way he held her tight but didn’t make her feel threatened or dominated. The way he kissed her with complete concentration yet still managed to stroke her body into utter surrender.
She wanted him to stroke every inch of her skin with his hands. Wanted to get her hands on him. Just thinking about it made her moan into his mouth.
Adam groaned and pulled away from her mouth but not from her body. “Jesus, Kat.” He put his mouth against her neck and sucked on her neck hard enough to make it sting. “This isn’t smart.”
No, it really wasn’t. She tried to pull away, wanted to see his expression, but he wouldn’t let her move far enough away. He kept her tight against him, his erection pressing against her stomach, making her want to slip her hands into his jeans and stroke him.
This wasn’t why she’d come here.
She tried but couldn’t catch her breath. His scent surrounded her, making her thighs clench and her sex moisten. She didn’t want to stop.
She didn’t want to be smart. She wanted to be naked and have Adam pound into her, make her scream his name.
Turning her head, she bit his neck. Not hard, just enough to make him shudder against her.
In the next second, he laced one hand through her hair and tugged. Her head tilted back and he sealed their lips together again.
This time, he demanded so much more. And she was more than willing to give it to him.
She returned his fast-building intensity with her own, her hands working under his shirt until she felt warm skin. Flattening her hands on his back, she pressed him closer, moaning when he settled his hand on her ass and ground his cock against her.
The desire to wrap her legs around his waist and rock against him made her frantic. Her fingers dug into his back and she rose onto her toes, trying to make up the height difference. Her breasts felt tender and swollen, aching for his hands to cover them. Or his mouth. His teeth.
Gasping into his mouth as he lifted her off the floor, she wrapped one arm around his shoulders to stabilize herself but had no fear he’d drop her.
The arm around her waist felt strong as steel, and the hand on her back made it clear she wasn’t going anywhere.
But he was moving and she was pretty sure she knew where he was taking her.
Still kissing her, he carried her to the stairs, navigating as sure-footed as a cat. Every movement rubbed her pelvis against his and finally, she had to break the kiss to catch her breath. Every nerve in her body was energized, every cell straining for something she was fast becoming addicted to.
That should scare the shit out of her. And somewhere inside her brain, it did. But that part of her brain had been hijacked by the unfamiliar sensation of wanting so badly and having what she wanted within her reach.
When they reached the top of the stairs, Adam stopped, and sudden fear swept through her. She didn’t want him to put her down and tell her to think about what she was doing. That he was going to ask her if she was sure and she was going to say no, she wasn’t, because that’s what he expected to hear.
“One question. Do you want me to stop?”
That had an easy answer. “No.”
Leaning close, he spoke directly into her ear. “Good. Because we’re about to cross a few lines, and I can’t even force myself to care. All I want is you naked and under me.”
Have a look at Part I & Part II of An Indecent Affair
About Stephanie Julian:
In sixth grade, I found my mother’s stash of romance novels hidden under her bed and realized they were much more interesting than the books in the school library. I devoured Rosemary Rogers, Bertrice Small and, most especially, Kathleen Woodiwiss.
In college, I majored in English and continued to expand my favorites list. Shakespeare, the Canterbury Tales, the Bronte sisters, Mary Shelley. Then I graduated and discovered there wasn’t much I could do with an English degree.
That’s when I found out they would pay me to write for a living at a newspaper. Want to learn how to write tight and clean? Work for a daily local and condense a three-hour meeting with an angry mob of residents upset about a sewer system overhaul into 15 inches in 20 minutes.
After my sons were born, I freelanced, working at home in my drafty attic office, and developed a two-book-a-day Harlequin habit that turned into a writing habit. My first attempts at romance were firmly rooted in the Harlequin tradition and I sold my first two romances to Avalon Books under the name Stephanie Scott.
But writing sweet romances was not what I’d had in mind. I wanted to write books where people actually got to have sex. I contracted my first erotic romance to Ellora’s Cave and never looked back.
I write sexy series that combine heat with heart. Four are linked by Etruscan Magic: Magical Seduction, Lucani Lovers, Forgotten Goddesses and Darkly Enchanted. I also write the silly-funny, super-sexy Lovers on the Fringe series and the straight contemporary DeMarco Investigations series. I’m also writing the serial menage, INDECENT.
BY PRIVATE INVITATION, NO RESERVATIONS and OVER EXPOSED comprise the contemporary erotic romance series, Salon Games.
I’m happily married to a Springsteen fanatic and I’m the mother of two sons who introduced me to the joys of Slipknot, Warped Tour and never-ending headaches.