A Good Little Girl Like You (A Sample)

wayward strand of hair out of the way, then returned to her

neck. Curling his hand around the back of her head, he

held her securely. His other hand roamed down to the

center of her back and gripped her more firmly, pulling her

to him. She relaxed into his powerful embrace.

O.E.'s sinewy body held her captive, and she never

wanted to escape. He was so much more muscular than

she'd ever imagined a man could be, it didn't seem real. She

had to be dreaming, which was fine, as long as she didn't

wake up yet.

With his lips close to her ear, he whispered, "These

kisses don't count." His mouth dove down and gently kissed

the base of her neck. More little kisses followed, inching

upward, closer to her ear. Excited tremors erupted with

each advance.

He was close. His next kiss would be on her ear, and she

would lose control. Not that she was in any kind of control

at this point-that had been left at the door. Still, she

wanted to grab some of it back.

As he was about to lunge for her ear, she leapfrogged his

slow buildup and turned to face him, her lips intercepting

his, ready for that promised kiss. Their mouths collided.

O.E.'s eyes popped wide when their lips met. He slid his

hand from her head down to her shoulders, wrapping his

arm around her to pull her in. At first, his lips glided along

hers, feeling the landscape of her mouth. Then he kissed

her lightly with an occasional nip at her lips. She breathed

in his musk, a crisp earthy scent, with a touch of citrus.

His tongue ran softly along her lips, seeking passage.

Rebecca let her mouth fall open to invite him in. As his

tongue slipped past her lips, her head filled with explosive

sounds.

Rebecca nearly swooned at the sensation and wrapped

her arms around his head to pull him into a deep, exciting

kiss. The room faded as their tongues engaged each other-

exploring, tasting, hunting, and playing. O.E. held her tight,

and she thrilled at the feel of his solid body. Their mouths

attacked as ragged breathing filled the silent classroom.

Damn, he's good. She had to admit that he might be

right-this could be the best kiss she'd ever had. One of his

hands caressed the side of her face as he continued to

explore her mouth. His raw, muscular body held her close.

The kiss went on for minutes, but it could easily have

been hours-she couldn't tell. Finally he broke away, short