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| A wrong number leads Chere Palmer to the biggest surprise of her life – Luke Fisher. Trusting Luke isn’t easy as his past catches up with him and one confession leads to several. Chere has to decide to walk away now or spend her life Loving Luke. |
| Loving Luke A contemporary romance AVAILABLE NOW at New Concepts Publishing |
| An excerpt from Loving Luke Sitting up, Luke wrapped his arms around her and showered her shoulders and chest with kisses as Chere arched her back, bringing all that delightful cleavage to his lips. Her skin was soft and smooth, tasting of sunshine on a lazy afternoon and moonlight on a steamy summer night. It was something he had forgotten, or maybe had never known. She tasted of hope. The tiny hooks of her bra finally gave way and he tossed it into the shadows. His eyes crossed when she wrapped her arms around his neck and rubbed the twin peaks of her nipples against his chest, sparking heat where they touched him. He lay back, drawing her with him. She slid down his chest, licking a taunting path to his belly button that tickled and aroused at once. Her busy fingers opened his zipper. She hopped off the bed and stood in the golden light of the candle. He looked her up and down, and up again. Chere stood perfectly still and let him get a good look. From the highlights in her dark hair to her ruby red toenails and her pink satin panties, she was pure woman. The most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. His cock lifted as she ran her hands across her belly to cup her breasts. She smiled smugly. “Stop teasing me because there will be a pay back,” he warned her. “I do hope so.” She grasped the hem of each pant leg and pulled. He lifted his butt to aid her as she tugged at his jeans. A huge smile spread across her face. “Boxers. I knew it,” she said, laughing as she gave a final tug on the jeans. The pants flew in the general vicinity of his shirt. “I’m not even surprised they’re satin. It’s so you. You don’t rip mine and I won’t rip yours.” “Baby, I would never rip those pretty pink drawers. You can lay in a supply of plain white panties and I’ll rip those every time you wear a pair.” He sat up and motioned to her to come closer. She stood between his spread knees as Luke cupped her bottom, slowly sliding the satin from her hips as he buried his face in the valley between her breasts, kissing and licking while her fingers kneaded his shoulders. She shifted her weight and they tumbled back. He rolled them, hauling her up to the pillows. “Comfortable?” Chere started shoving the pillows aside. He stopped her and wordlessly dipped his head and took her nipple. She moaned, arching up to him and burying her fingers in his hair. He suckled until her legs came around him, pounding him with her heels, then he kissed his way to the other side, giving that nipple the same treatment. “Luke! Stop! I can’t take anymore!” He released the nipple with a little ‘pop’. She moaned again and lay panting, her hair spread in dark waves across the pale pillowcase. She raised her head and blinked at him. “You stopped.” “You told me to.” “Well, don’t listen to me!” she cried impatiently. “Take your shorts off.” He grinned. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were bright and glassy. He kicked off his navy boxers and knelt over her. Her gaze slid slowly down his body and stopped, fixed on his erection. “Oh my.” He tongued her belly button. “Is that a good or bad ‘oh my’?” He knew it was good. He was a healthy eight inches and no one would insult his girth, either. There was enough of him that he knew to go cautiously at first or risk female ire instead of the desired female satisfaction. He turned to stretch out beside her, blowing softly with teasing breath on the dark curls that hid her secrets. He skimmed his fingertips along the inside of her thigh, over skin as petal soft as he’d imagined it would be, and coaxed her legs to part. She opened herself to his intimate kiss. His head swam in her rich female scent, so uniquely hers. He slipped his hand beneath her, dipping his middle finger into the welcome she rained down to him. Finding her tiny bud, he pressed his tongue to it, feeling it throb. Gently, then with more pressure, he teased her as her hips rose and fell under his attentions. Need pierced his groin, a greedy demand that he sink into her. He would, but .... She bent her knee and rolled to her side. His heart stopped then hammered in his chest. Would she? Her fingers closed around his rigid shaft. “Oh, god,” he moaned as her tongue flicked to the tip of his penis. The air left his lungs as the heat of her mouth enveloped him. He couldn’t move, couldn’t keep pleasuring her. All coherent thought fled as her lips glided over him in a steady, maddening rhythm that took him straight to the top and threatened to hurl him over the edge. Luke gathered his wits and rolled away from the best head he’d ever gotten. He could wait, he would wait, and take her with him into bliss. He settled between her knees, slid both hands beneath her very cute little rear end, and fastened his mouth to her. “Luke!” Oh yeah. She was going to scream his name more than once. He’d make sure of it. LOVING LUKE - NOW AVAILABLE AT NEW CONCEPTS PUBLISHING |
