WILD
by
Adriane Leigh
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Synopsis ~
Kat Kennedy moved to the rugged coast of Maine to
start a new life, but encountered much more than she bargained for in dark, dangerous,
and seductive Lane Wild…
Desire and temptation smolder before she succumbs
to her darkest fantasies with the captivating stranger. She doesn't expect to
see him again after an explosive one-night stand leaves her breathless and
craving more, but just like lightning in the darkness, he shows up in her life
at the most unpredictable moments.
A sensual game of cat and mouse ensues before the
attraction between them reaches a fever pitch—the magnetism combustible, the
sexual tension nearly unbearable—and Kat finally abandons inhibition and
explores the cunning, selfish, and sexual side of a world she's never known.
They have the perfect
non-relationship—passion-fueled nights with no strings attached—until life gets
real and the past and present collide in a dangerous storm of lust and
obsession.
~ Prologue ~
Sunday morning and I felt like ass.
Complete and total bullshit ass. Worst hangover of my entire fucking existence.
I stepped through the doors of my
small cottage on the beach and headed straight for the bathroom. I needed to
get the awful taste of alcohol out of my mouth. I hadn’t gotten so fall-down
drunk since I was in high school. That graduation party that Jenny Gordon had
had when we drank vodka and juice and I made out with her brother. Every time I
closed my eyes that night I saw stars. Actual stars spinning behind my eyelids.
I stepped into the bathroom and
assessed myself in the mirror. My cheeks: hollow. My hair: a wild mess, tangled
around my shoulders. Dark circles under my eyes and a smudge of mascara rimmed
beneath my eyelashes. I looked like hell and I felt like hell, and the actual
worst part about it was it wasn’t just me there to witness it. Here I was,
stumbling in at six am, fresh from crawling out of someone else’s bed.
What a shit storm I’d created last
night.
His wild dark hair and sexy grin
slammed into my brain. He’d driven me to distraction at the bar last night. I’d
only been in town a few weeks, and I’d stopped in for just one drink. I was
keeping to myself, but I couldn’t help but notice his beautiful face and body
made for sin throwing darts with a few other guys. His laugh was full and
hearty and echoed across the room garnering everyone's attention. The women
fawned over him and the guys hung out with him; he was the most popular guy in
the pace, commanding the attention of all. And even when I was trying to divert
my eyes I couldn’t help but sneak glances.
So I'd had another drink and
pretended not to watch that devilishly handsome grin light his face.
“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked.
The breath caught in my throat when I turned to look at him. He looked at me
with a sexy sparkle in his endlessly deep, arctic blue eyes. His full lips
turned up in a seductive grin. He was so much fucking trouble, I could see it
pouring off him. If I hadn’t suspected it before when he was flirting with all
the girls in the place, It was obvious now that I was in his space.
But unfortunately for me I so liked
being there.
“Thanks.” I nodded my head and
turned back to my drink because there was nothing else I could say. He slid
onto the bar stool beside me and nodded to the bartender.
“Haven’t seen you before, passing
through?” his deep voice reverberated across the space between us and slammed
straight between my thighs. He had the sexiest voice I’d ever heard. How was it
possible for one man to be so sexy? To be so blessed with the entire package? A
sharp stubbled jaw line, the fullest lips that had me wondering what they’d
feel like trailing across my body, stunning eyes that sparkled mischievously
when he spoke. It was obvious he left intelligent women everywhere struggling
to find words.
“New, yes. Thanks.” I smiled as the
bartender set our drinks down.
I don’t remember much from that
point on.
Well that's not true, I remember bits
and pieces, the most delicious parts.
His hands ran up under my shirt as
he pinned me against the door of his truck.
His lips on my neck, teeth nipping
at the flesh.
Stumbling up the steps to his
house, his body slamming me against the front door, hands locked above my head
as one of his palms trailed up my thigh and under my dress to hook my leg
around his hip. A thumb hooking in the delicate lace of my panties before his
fingers breach the fabric and run up my soaking wet length. My body writhing against his as he
sucked on my earlobe, his fingers working in an out of me before my first
orgasm bloomed low in my belly and shot across every nerve I had.
He opened the door and we stumbled
into his house, making it just to the foyer before he kicked the door closed
and laid me down on the floor, his hard body hovering over mine, caging me in.
The sound of a zipper as he pushed
the jeans down his powerful thighs.
His rough hands trailing up my legs
and over my ribcage before pulling the dress over my shoulders.
Fingers hooking in my pushup bra
and pulling the fabric down to reveal the hardened peaks of my nipples. Teeth
dragging across the sensitive flesh as he slides between my thighs and teases
his arousal through my slick folds.
The low growl that escaped his
throat as my nails dug into the hard muscle of his back and dragged across his
skin.
My second orgasm in as many minutes
as he ground his hips between my thighs and fucked me so hard the only words
that escaped my lips were, “Oh, God.”
Oh, I remembered plenty.
But the most mortifying of my walk
of shame this morning was the realization that I still hadn’t caught his name.
~ About the Author ~
Adriane Leigh was born and raised in a snowbank
in Michigan's Upper Peninsula and now lives amongst the sand dunes of the Lake
Michigan lakeshore.
She graduated with a
Literature degree but never particularly enjoyed reading Shakespeare or
Chaucer.
Adriane is married to a tall, dark and handsome
guy, plays mama to two sweet baby girls, and is a voracious reader and knitter.
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