Tina Donahue's Sensual Stranger
SENSUAL
STRANGER
EROTIC CONTEMPORARY
If
you love second chance at love romances, motorcycles, and a hero who's HOT,
dominant, and tender then check out Sensual Stranger, my
erotic contemporary.
Zach
and Toni's love story earned a Book of the Year award.
Blurb:
Into
his life she came—wanting…willing…wanton
It’s
no ordinary morning when Toni Starr arrives at Zach’s garage. Flat broke, with
a past she won’t share, Toni’s instantly taken by such a potently virile man.
Direct and unashamed, she tells him she’s a motorcycle performance artist who
needs work and knows motors.
Zach
knows women, and Toni’s unlike any he’s met. Lushly sensuous, exceedingly
assured, she’d easily be his match in business and bed. A provocative challenge
that stirs him as nothing has since losing his wife. A chance he’s reluctant to
take, offering no more than a month’s employment, then she’ll have to be on her
way.
The
hours tick by. Each word and glance intensifies their denied yet escalating
desire, forcing them to surrender to passion. Driven by carnal hunger,
conquered by yearning, they face the unforeseen truth of Toni’s past and a
future neither of them expected.
Excerpt:
The door clicked then swung
inward, steam drifting out.
Unaware of his presence, Toni looked behind herself at something in the bath. Her skin glowed from her shower and smelled of soap rather than her cologne. Her stretchy blue camisole and plaid boxer shorts clung to her damp flesh.
Zach’s heart beat violently. The tee slipped from his hand.
He told himself to pick it up and race downstairs before she saw him.
His legs refused to move.
Moisture dripped from her freshly washed hair and rolled down her temple to her cheek. Her thin satin strap fell over her shoulder.
Ignoring it, she lifted a brush to her hair, turned, and froze. Her gaze slipped down his naked chest, paused at his fly, and settled on his erection. Desire quickly replaced her surprise. Her lips parted. A gentle breath spilled out. She looked at him, her gaze receptive and yearning.
He slipped his hand behind her neck and pushed her into the door.
The wood smacked the doorstop and vibrated, matching the sounds from his sprinting heart.
Toni dropped her brush. It tapped across the linoleum.
Her skin was so ungodly hot, Zach thought he might die. He captured her mouth and drove his tongue inside, filling her as much as he could, his kiss savage, uncivilized, and punishing for making him wait…for making him want.
She suckled him deeper, her mouth tasting of peppermint toothpaste and female lust. She ran her palms up his pecs, wreathed her arms over his shoulders, and dug her nails into his back, imprisoning him with one leg wrapped around his.
Roused beyond control, he ground his stiffened cock into her mound and angled his mouth for greater penetration.
They made sloppy, lewd, joyous sounds, telling each other and the world they were alive, they deserved this, kissing brazenly for what might have been minutes. When the initial fury ebbed, their passion turned tender and exploring, stoking his desire even more.
Toni melted into him, her chest pumping with her strangled breaths.
Obsessive need sliced through him. He tore his mouth free, heaved air, and stepped back, forcing her leg from around his.
Wearing a disapproving look, she glanced at the space separating them then him pulling her arms from his shoulders.
She slumped. “What are you doing?”
“Shh.” He imprisoned her wrists in one hand, lifted her arms above her head, and held them to the door. The wood shimmied again. On a rough breath, he pushed her camisole up, exposing her right breast.
A faint sound rose from her throat, sounding like pure pleasure.
His legs went rubbery. Dizziness hit so hard he had to lower his head to stop it. Her nipple was a paler pink than he would have guessed, tight and puckered, waiting for his mouth.
He made his first lick unhurried, his tongue skimming the hard bud. His next was hungered, his laps exploring the bumpy areola and the creamy skin beyond it.
Air whooshed from her. She sagged against the door.
He tightened his hold on her wrists and cupped her breast, loving its weight and warmth, then drew her nipple into his mouth, sucked hard, soft, then hard again, incapable of settling on either. He wanted to fuck her raw on the bathroom floor, take her to the guest bedroom, tie her to the bed, and do things with her he’d done with no other woman.
Finished with her nipple, he slanted his mouth over hers, accepting her tongue and pulling it deep. He slid his hand over her boxer shorts and cradled her mound. God, God, God. His ears rang from too much desire. Perspiration broke out on his chest.
Toni moaned indecently, encouraging him to do more.
He dipped beneath the thin cotton fabric and touched her damp curls.
She spread her legs.
Good girl. As far as he was concerned, they could spend the entire day here.
Unaware of his presence, Toni looked behind herself at something in the bath. Her skin glowed from her shower and smelled of soap rather than her cologne. Her stretchy blue camisole and plaid boxer shorts clung to her damp flesh.
Zach’s heart beat violently. The tee slipped from his hand.
He told himself to pick it up and race downstairs before she saw him.
His legs refused to move.
Moisture dripped from her freshly washed hair and rolled down her temple to her cheek. Her thin satin strap fell over her shoulder.
Ignoring it, she lifted a brush to her hair, turned, and froze. Her gaze slipped down his naked chest, paused at his fly, and settled on his erection. Desire quickly replaced her surprise. Her lips parted. A gentle breath spilled out. She looked at him, her gaze receptive and yearning.
He slipped his hand behind her neck and pushed her into the door.
The wood smacked the doorstop and vibrated, matching the sounds from his sprinting heart.
Toni dropped her brush. It tapped across the linoleum.
Her skin was so ungodly hot, Zach thought he might die. He captured her mouth and drove his tongue inside, filling her as much as he could, his kiss savage, uncivilized, and punishing for making him wait…for making him want.
She suckled him deeper, her mouth tasting of peppermint toothpaste and female lust. She ran her palms up his pecs, wreathed her arms over his shoulders, and dug her nails into his back, imprisoning him with one leg wrapped around his.
Roused beyond control, he ground his stiffened cock into her mound and angled his mouth for greater penetration.
They made sloppy, lewd, joyous sounds, telling each other and the world they were alive, they deserved this, kissing brazenly for what might have been minutes. When the initial fury ebbed, their passion turned tender and exploring, stoking his desire even more.
Toni melted into him, her chest pumping with her strangled breaths.
Obsessive need sliced through him. He tore his mouth free, heaved air, and stepped back, forcing her leg from around his.
Wearing a disapproving look, she glanced at the space separating them then him pulling her arms from his shoulders.
She slumped. “What are you doing?”
“Shh.” He imprisoned her wrists in one hand, lifted her arms above her head, and held them to the door. The wood shimmied again. On a rough breath, he pushed her camisole up, exposing her right breast.
A faint sound rose from her throat, sounding like pure pleasure.
His legs went rubbery. Dizziness hit so hard he had to lower his head to stop it. Her nipple was a paler pink than he would have guessed, tight and puckered, waiting for his mouth.
He made his first lick unhurried, his tongue skimming the hard bud. His next was hungered, his laps exploring the bumpy areola and the creamy skin beyond it.
Air whooshed from her. She sagged against the door.
He tightened his hold on her wrists and cupped her breast, loving its weight and warmth, then drew her nipple into his mouth, sucked hard, soft, then hard again, incapable of settling on either. He wanted to fuck her raw on the bathroom floor, take her to the guest bedroom, tie her to the bed, and do things with her he’d done with no other woman.
Finished with her nipple, he slanted his mouth over hers, accepting her tongue and pulling it deep. He slid his hand over her boxer shorts and cradled her mound. God, God, God. His ears rang from too much desire. Perspiration broke out on his chest.
Toni moaned indecently, encouraging him to do more.
He dipped beneath the thin cotton fabric and touched her damp curls.
She spread her legs.
Good girl. As far as he was concerned, they could spend the entire day here.
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