OMG you guys!! I know ya’ll have been ever-so patiently waiting on this. *ahem* 😉 Tee hee!!! Gail just told me she’s had to keep you all in line, I mean… errr “entertained” via happy thoughts while I meandered on my merry way, leaving y’all teaser-less. But!! I was getting you guys something for a post later tonight.
Gail McHugh: Gah! A few of you are starting to scare the ever loving sh&t out of me! (Sniffle. Pointing a finger… you know who you are.) I am waiting on Maryse. A few more minutes…
Eeeeep!! *whoops* MY BAD!!! Sorry Gail. Sorry guys!! I’m here, the teaser’s here – all is well, just as Gail promised!! Ready? Wait!!! Wait wait!!
For those of you who haven’t read #1 OR the first two teasers yet, you must do them first:
- My book review of Collide (book #1 – I LOVED IT!!!)
- Teaser #1 (of upcoming book #2 – PULSE)
- Teaser #2 (of upcoming book #2 – PULSE)
“I’m pretty sure if you squeeze my hand any tighter than you already are, I’m going to lose circulation.” Gavin looked down to Emily’s sweating hand intertwined with his as if she was on a roller coaster ride, holding on for dear life. He knew she was afraid of flying, but sh%t, considering she was half his size, he couldn’t believe the grip on her. “What good would I be to you if I lost one? I’m talented in that department, but only having one to work with might prove to be difficult during foreplay.”
Emily swallowed hard, trying to focus on Gavin’s dimpled smile. “Right. One hand’s no good.” She drew in a cleansing breath, slightly loosened her hold, and squeezed her eyes closed. “How much longer until we’re on the ground?”
Lifting his right hand, which happened to be the one she wasn’t trying to demolish, he gently stroked his knuckles along her jaw. “Ten minutes.”
“Ten minutes,” she repeated, her voice shaky. “Okay. Ten minutes. I can do this.”
Gavin chuckled. “I have absolute faith you can. But really, I offered to keep you busy in the cabin and you declined. You know I would’ve been good for a four hour flight and then some.”
Now smiling, Emily opened her eyes, her brow lifted. “Gavin Blake.”
“Emily Cooper,” he mocked, his grin widening. “I was simply trying to calm your nerves by properly initiating you into the mile high club. The only thing you would’ve had to fear, is the fact that I may not have stopped once we landed. The jet would’ve been rocking on the runway.” He leaned over, brushing his nose against hers, his words slow and husky. “Oh…yes.”
“Sick,” she laughed, nipping at his lip.
“Sick in love, baby.”
As the plane began its descent from the clouds, Emily retightened her hold around his hand, her body once again taught with fear. She leaned back in the seat, and exhaled. This was the part of flying she dreaded the most. “Oh…my…God.”
“That sounded f$%king hot,” Gavin teased, but not really. She honestly sounded hot saying it. “I’ve said it before. You have the ability to make the simplest phrase sound so sexual. I just had the sweetest vision of you, sitting in a confessional booth, talking to a priest.”
“Gavin!” she breathed out, fighting against the smile cracking along her face.
Gavin leaned over, dragging his bottom lip between his teeth as he stared into her widened, green eyes. “Pigtails. Short mini skirt. Legs slightly parted. Black lace panties. Mmm, lucky bastard.”
Emily tried to breathe as he slowly ran his hand up her bare leg. Tingles shot down her spine.
“You were confessing to him the naughty things I do to you that you can’t get enough of,” he continued as he slipped his fingers underneath the seam of her denim shorts, gently nudging her legs open. “The way I make you moan while sucking on those pretty little nipples. The way, right before you come, I hold you back from it and restart over again while licking my way through that sweet p#$$y. Your panties were drenched. Your breathing was heavy. Your body was … boiling for me like it is right now.
Emily couldn’t think as he leaned in closer, grazing his soft lips against hers.
Now pulling her bottom lip between his teeth, he circled his fingers along the edge of her panties. “Guess what?” he whispered, his voice low, his eyes intense.
She could barely get the word out. Hell, she could barely think. Damn him. “What?” she breathed, her mind concentrating heavily on his other hand that had come loose from her death-grip, floating its way up the side of her breast.
“We’ve landed, sweets.” He slipped his tongue into her mouth, kissed her passionately for a damn millisecond, and stood up, the megawatt grin on his face beaming from ear to f#%king ear.
Sitting lax in her seat, panties now severely dampened, she watch as he swiftly yanked their carry-ons from the overhead compartment, his face as cool as a cucumber.
“You’re evil.” Emily stood to her feet, her lips pursed in disappointment. “Pure evil.”
Reaching for her hand, Gavin chuckled. “I’m evil?” he questioned incredulously.
Emily nodded, and slung her purse over her shoulder. “Yes,” she said simply, lacing her fingers in his as they made their way toward the front of his jet. “Don’t even try and play innocent, Blake. You’re evil and you know it.”
“Me? I was a Catholic altar boy growing up, and now you have me thinking impure, cast me into hell, wicked thoughts. My poor mother would be devastated.”
Emily giggled, following in tow behind him.
Gavin kinked his neck back, a smirk plastered across his lips. “Miss. Cooper, it’s clearly apparent I’m the victim here. However you, my little vixen, should be wearing diamond, studded horns on your head.”