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Stripped From You
(Strip Me #.5)
Stripped From You
(Strip Me #.5)
by
Marissa Carmel
Marissa Carmel
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Release Date: June
1, 2014
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~ Synopsis ~
You know how it ends, now see how it all began…
You know how it ends, now see how it all began…
"It doesn't matter how many women have
touched this body, only one woman has ever touched this soul."
Ryan Pierce doesn’t come from much, doesn’t ask
for much, and doesn’t expect much. And he's come to accept that, until, Alana
Remington. Alana is the girl who struck the match that lit his world on fire.
She's the girl who opened his eyes to more. Who made him believe that just
because you have nothing, doesn't mean you are nothing. And he loves her
fiercely for it. But, just because you come together, doesn’t mean you stay
together. One fateful decision rips Ryan and Alana apart and neither of them
are ever the same again.
For five years he's regretted that decision, but
the deep seeded anger, shame and resentment has kept him from reaching out. And
over those five years, a series of moments have spun Ryan's world in a
direction he never saw coming. A world ruled by endless nights, infinite women
and the name Jack the Stripper. A world, unbeknownst to him, that may just let
two severed hearts collide.
~ Excerpt ~
“Do
you trust me?”
“Of
course not, I just met you.”
“Then
how about giving me the benefit of the doubt?”
She
raises an eyebrow at me, and before I give her a chance to respond I slam the
shot then pull her face to mine. And as my mouth covers hers, heat rapidly
spreads through my body. She’s momentarily stunned. Her body is rigid against
me, but then she relaxes, parts her lips and lets the tart liquid slide into
her mouth.
I
can’t believe I just did that.
I
can’t believe she just let me.
After
she swallows, she lets her lips linger, sucking up the taste of the sweet shot,
causing my nervous system to shift into hyper-drive. We break apart slowly, but
I refuse to let go of the nape of her neck. She just stares up at me with these
enthralling eyes I know I’ll never be able to resist.
“Do
you always break the rules?” she asks.
“No,
not usually, but you seem to make me want to do crazy things.”
“Was
that crazy?”
“Let’s
do it again and find out.”
I
lick my lower lip, tasting the sweet remnants of her lip gloss before I drop
another shot. I pause for just a beat before lean down and press my mouth back
to hers and let the alcohol flow between us. I flick my tongue against her
teeth right before I pull away. I shouldn’t like this so much, but I do. I like
the way she looks, the way she feels, they way she smells. There’s something
about her, something ventilating; like she oxygenates the atmosphere.
I
catch the cool beats to a song I recognize pumping though the air. “Do you want
to dance?” I ask her.
“You
can dance?”
“There’s
only one thing I can do better.” I smirk.
Alana
cocks her eye brow suggestively.
“Draw.”
I fire back. “The only thing I can do better is draw. Dirty girl.” I tease as I
grab her hand and lead her out to the dance floor knowing Mac will look after
our drinks.
Once
we find a comfortable spot, I start to move to the smooth rhythm, leaving a
little room between us so it doesn’t feel like I’m forcing myself on her. Drake
sings coolly about hot love and affection as we move in sync to the beat, our
bodies brushing and grazing as the music plays on, then finally coming together
in a comfortable unison. I wrap one hand around her waist as I roll my hips
into hers, pressing our bodies as close as they can possibly get. Alana runs
her hands up my chest and hooks her arms lightly around my neck keeping tempo with
the music. She moves lithely against me, inducing my heart, thoughts, and pulse
to race. Fuck, I’m drowning in
want for this girl. I slide
my hands up under her shirt and caress the smooth, soft skin of her lower back
as she nuzzles her face into my neck, her warm breath skating across my
collarbone, making me instantly hard.
Damn.
She
lifts her head and meets my stare, which I know is filled with lust and
unrepentantly wanton. She bites her lower lip, our bodies still jiving to the
slow seductive music. In a brazen move, I slip my hand up the back of her bare
thigh and cup her ass cheek under the hem of her short shorts. She gasps as I
work my fingers against her, massaging the fleshy part of her bottom. I’m
absolutely aching being this close to her, touching her, stroking her, grinding
against her.
“Are
you sure drawing is the only thing you can do better?” she pants in my ear.
See where it all began.......
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~ About the Author ~
Marissa Carmel has loved
writing ever since a young age. She has a duel degree in History and Political
Science, but took as many creative writing classes in college as she could. She
spent most of her twenties bartending, which is where she met her husband and a
multitude of interesting people. When she’s not reading or writing, she’s
hanging out with her family, experimenting in her kitchen or doing yoga on the
living room floor.
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