It's time for the Sunday Snog! Want to follow along? Click here! Since NASCAR officially returns today with the 55th running of the Daytona 500, I thought I'd share a white hot kiss from my NASCAR novella, Ever Fallen in Love. Enjoy!
Tucker lost the love of his life once, but this time, he’s not taking no for an answer.
Once a driver, always a driver...
Racing consumes Tucker Poston’s life. Until he sees her again...Megan Rodney. She’s the one person to come between him and his ride. She’s the only woman to understand him. The only woman he’s ever loved. Circumstances tore their love apart. Now he’s determined to show her the contents of his soul, even if it means losing his heart.
Being a driver doesn’t warm his lonely nights. Too bad she’s not interested.
Megan’s not about to fall for his smooth lines and slick image. She’s got a good life as a team owner for a stock car team. Still, memories of their love affair burn bright in her mind. What’s a girl to do when the man of her dreams, the man who pushed her away, wants a second chance at forever?
Reader Advisory: This book contains a little spanking, anal play, and domination shared between former lovers, but no one’s complaining. For good measure, there’s the sizzling use of a Camaro hood for outdoor pleasure.
And now for that snog!!!
“You’re one of the smartest people I know.” Megan shuffled backwards, halted only by the unforgiving metal of the car against her legs. Damn, she’d backed into the cars. Using his arms to cage her in, Tucker rested his body against hers and pinned her to the fender with his hips. “Then why did I run from the only woman I ever really loved? Why did I avoid her until she married another man?”
She needed a joke. Something to dissolve the tension growing between them. Better yet, something to deflate the erection burrowing into her thigh. “You’re into self-flagellation?”
“Cute. I’d rather spank you.” He shifted his hips, rubbing his cock into the cleft of her thighs, right against her fabric-covered clit. She shivered and he nodded. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” He swiped his tongue out over her bottom lip. Tease.
“Why do I lay awake at night imagining you’re with me, Megs, making love until dawn? Seeing you atop the hauler gives me a hard-on only you can ease. Seeing you smile melts the ice around my heart. Put the two together and I’m putty in your hands. I want to touch you, taste you, tie you up and make love to you.”
“You’ve been in one too many crashes with a loose helmet.” Megan wiped her cheeks. Trust him to say nice things when she wanted him to continue the jackass routine or fuck her senseless.
“Nah, I’m bewitched by you. I want to see you bound to my bed, pleading with your eyes. I want to hear you cry my name.”
He kissed her again, but this time it wasn’t a crushing urgent kiss like before. This kiss was the kind that meant business. His lips glided over hers as his tongue invaded her mouth. Megan moaned and Tucker pushed farther. She balled her fists and shoved them against his chest.