Well, we took a break last week but it's time for another Sexy Sunday! Today I'm featuring Ilsa Madden-Mills! Her new novel is Very Bad Things, available September 10th everywhere ebooks are sold. You can get more details about the book as well as Ilsa from my cover reveal post from a couple weeks ago (don't miss checking out the trailer!)...then enjoy a little R-rated excerpt below.
Scene: Leo bumps into Nora at the movies
The movie previews started and we sat companionably for a few minutes, but I kept cutting glances at her, watching her as she stared at the screen. I’d thought at the open house she wasn’t beautiful. I was dead wrong.
“Didn’t your mama ever tell you it’s rude to stare?” she asked, taking a sip of her soda.
“Yeah, you. I don’t see anyone else,” she said with a grin.
“Not staring, Buttercup.”
“Maybe I was looking at that spider crawling on your seat,” I lied, wanting to shake her up a bit.
“Liar,” she said. “You’re trying to figure me out.”
I laughed out loud. “You can’t blame me. The most intelligent girl at Briarcrest Academy did spray paint my fifty thousand dollar car. It’s a mystery as to why.”
She immediately looked embarrassed, and I felt bad for reminding her of that horrible night. After a few moments, she cleared her throat and said, “So, what have you learned so far about me?”
“Do you care what I think?”
She blinked. “Yeah, of course. You kept me from going to jail.”
My gaze roamed over her face. “I think you’re scared sometimes, but mostly you’re fierce as hell. You’ve got guts.”
She laughed softly. “I sound dangerous.”
The lights dimmed and the movie started, but I barely noticed. “And, I like you,” I muttered out, unable to stop the insane words from spilling out of my mouth.
“Why?” she whispered with wide eyes.
I contemplated not answering and ignoring her, but in the end, I looked her dead in the eyes and said what I thought. “You’re like a Lamborghini in a parking lot full of Kias.”
Her lips parted and I stared at them. She’d worn this deep red lipstick that matched her hair and damn, I liked it. She licked her lips, and I wanted to kiss her, even though I knew it was a big fucking mistake.
She was not meant for me. No matter how hard my cock got, I could never touch her.
Yet, I kept looking at her pouty mouth. It would taste like pure, sugary sweetness, and I wanted to lick it, nip it, suck it, own it.
I was panting to give her a kiss she’d never forget.
I closed my eyes, inexplicably thinking about first kisses all of a sudden. Yeah, I might be unromantic and an ass to girls, but first kisses got me cranked up. I studied her and thought of that rush you get when you ride a rollercoaster, how it climbs higher and higher and then does crazy twists and turns, and you feel like you might fly right out of your seat. Would a kiss with Nora be like that? Would her mouth taste like the cherries on her dress? Would our hearts pound frantically as the adrenaline and anticipation coursed through our bodies? Would the first flick of her tongue against mine send a bolt of pure lust straight through me? As we kissed, would her eyes lock with mine or close sweetly? Would she whisper against my lips how much she wanted me? Would the rest of the world fade away as we created our own? Would her skin smell like peaches?
I groaned and pictured my lips taking hers, and then later skimming across her breasts, my mouth playing with her nipples, rolling that piercing around my tongue.
I leaned in a tiny bit closer. If I could taste her lips one time, maybe I would be content and…hell, who was I kidding…just a simple kiss would never be enough for me. I’d want to fuck—and I felt my phone buzz.
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