Keep Me
(Shelter Me #3)
by
Kathy Coopmans
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| Release Date: August 11, 2015 Photoography by: Eric David Battershell Cover Model: Ian Daviau Cover Designer: Sommer Stein |
~ Synopsis ~
Four months ago Shelby Morris left Michigan
with bitter words to Antonio Schavone. Words that cut him deep. Made him
re-think every aspect of his life.
Even when she left he didn’t give up. He’s changed, and he wants her.
And now she’s coming back!
She has her reasons for why she said what she did. A secret she has carried with her since she was a teenager. The reason why she has never let herself get close to a man. The reason why she lives only for her job. The reason why she doesn’t feel like a complete woman. Her sister Erin doesn’t even know why she has never had a relationship.
Will he be able to break through her strong willed ways? Make her realize he doesn’t care what her secret is and show her she is definitely the one he wants. Or will Shelby and her feisty mouth, wicked tongue and stubborn ways be just a little bit too much for Antonio to handle?
These two are going to heat things up in this final installment of The Shelter Me series.
Everyone knows that the Schavone men get exactly what they want!
Even when she left he didn’t give up. He’s changed, and he wants her.
And now she’s coming back!
She has her reasons for why she said what she did. A secret she has carried with her since she was a teenager. The reason why she has never let herself get close to a man. The reason why she lives only for her job. The reason why she doesn’t feel like a complete woman. Her sister Erin doesn’t even know why she has never had a relationship.
Will he be able to break through her strong willed ways? Make her realize he doesn’t care what her secret is and show her she is definitely the one he wants. Or will Shelby and her feisty mouth, wicked tongue and stubborn ways be just a little bit too much for Antonio to handle?
These two are going to heat things up in this final installment of The Shelter Me series.
Everyone knows that the Schavone men get exactly what they want!
~ Excerpt ~
“You have no
idea whatsoever the places I want to touch or the things I want to do to you,
Shelby. Every part of you turns me the fuck on.”
I gyrate my hips into her backside so she can feel just how turned on I am.
“I- I want you to touch me.”
My eyes go wide and my ears perk up. Oh, fuck. Please tell me I heard her right.
“Where do you want me to touch you?”
She hesitates a moment before answering.
“Anywhere you want.”
Her breathing picks up and fuck, her ass pushes back into me as if to give me the green light to go ahead.
“Spread your legs,” I command.
Feeling her pulse quicken, I continue having my way with her by sucking and kissing her neck. I love the way her body is so responsive to mine. When she spreads her legs, my hands shift from her waist, grazing over the top button of her jeans. I’m silently pleading like hell she doesn’t stop me. I need her to know what she does to me, and the pleasure I desperately need to give her.
“Tell me I can touch you. I need to hear you say it.”
“God, yes. Touch me,” she pants, not one ounce of nervousness streaming from her raspy voice.
That’s all I needed to hear. I undo the button and gradually lower her zipper. My fingers glide over her lace panties while I press further into her ass.
“Have you ever been touched here, Shelby?”
Please, for the love of God, say no.
“No,” she says, barely audible, but it’s loud enough for me to hear.
I’m sure this is the first time in my life the word ‘no’ means more to me than any other.
I gyrate my hips into her backside so she can feel just how turned on I am.
“I- I want you to touch me.”
My eyes go wide and my ears perk up. Oh, fuck. Please tell me I heard her right.
“Where do you want me to touch you?”
She hesitates a moment before answering.
“Anywhere you want.”
Her breathing picks up and fuck, her ass pushes back into me as if to give me the green light to go ahead.
“Spread your legs,” I command.
Feeling her pulse quicken, I continue having my way with her by sucking and kissing her neck. I love the way her body is so responsive to mine. When she spreads her legs, my hands shift from her waist, grazing over the top button of her jeans. I’m silently pleading like hell she doesn’t stop me. I need her to know what she does to me, and the pleasure I desperately need to give her.
“Tell me I can touch you. I need to hear you say it.”
“God, yes. Touch me,” she pants, not one ounce of nervousness streaming from her raspy voice.
That’s all I needed to hear. I undo the button and gradually lower her zipper. My fingers glide over her lace panties while I press further into her ass.
“Have you ever been touched here, Shelby?”
Please, for the love of God, say no.
“No,” she says, barely audible, but it’s loud enough for me to hear.
I’m sure this is the first time in my life the word ‘no’ means more to me than any other.
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