Mid-Week Tease is back for 2014 and I’m going to do my absolute best to participate each week, barring death, dismemberment, or demanding editors.
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So, let’s kick 2014 off with a bang, shall we? The following excerpt is from River Reckoning, my current release from Evernight Publishing. And fair warning, it’s long, but oh so sexy. In this scene, Bond has managed to talk Nathan into letting her photograph him in her bed.
She climbed back on the bed and fiddled with her Nikon, adjusting the settings to where she needed them to be. It was still cloudy and gray outside, which was perfect for what she had in mind.
No color, she’d leave them black and white. She wanted soft subdued light, which the sheers over the windows and the natural cloud cover provided. She wanted shots of him in her bed, rumpled, soft and sexy from sleep, the wrinkled white sheet a stark backdrop to his golden skin.
She wanted those reminders, painful as they may become one day very soon.
“Where do you want me?” Nathan asked, sighing resignedly.
She pushed the pillows out of the way. “Right where you are. Lie back.” Nathan gave her a suspicious look but complied. “Now tuck your hands beneath your head.”
Bond raised her camera to her eye and focused, framing only a portion of his bristled jaw, his taut triceps and his armpit in the shot. Click. Geez, even the man’s armpit was sexy.
“Can I have veto power when you’re done?” he asked as she framed another shot of his chest with only the tip of his chin showing, one coppery nipple, the smooth slope of his pectoral muscles and his ribcage. Click.
“No,” she said, getting one of his firm abs and the soft, thin trail of dark hair that divided his stomach below his belly button. She wanted to drop her face to his skin and nuzzle her way down that path. Let the sinful smell invoke more fantasies. It was no mystery now where that tempting trail led, but each new time it was revealed to her it still stole her breath and made her heart pound like a bass drum.
He chuckled. “Then what do I get in exchange for being objectified this way?”
She gaped at him. “Like that’s unfair!” He quirked an eyebrow. “What do you want?” She braced herself for some sort of hot, sexual favor that she’d gladly agree to.
“For every picture you take, I get to ask a question that you have to answer.”
That cooled the heat quickly. She lowered the camera, felt the corners of her mouth lower with it, and carefully asked, “What kind of questions?”
“Personal questions, the worst kind.”
Bond tensed. He watched her closely, eyes too perceptive as they roamed over her face.
Then he grinned. “What’s your favorite color?”
She relaxed at that, although she felt sure she was being set up. “Oh. Yellow. Cross your feet.” She fussed with the worn hem of his jeans, making it rest at the bend of his ankle. “You have great feet.” Click.
Nathan sputtered. “You’re an odd bird, Bond Mason. And what’s your favorite song?”
She frowned for a moment, thinking. “That’s a tough one. Turn over.”
He flipped onto his stomach. She made him fold his arms beneath his head and turn his face to the side, resting it on his forearms. “‘Blue Sky’ by the Allman Brothers.” The dip of his lower back was beautiful. Sleekly muscled and smooth as silk. She framed it in the viewfinder, catching the band of his boxer briefs peeking above the top of his jeans in the shot. “Know it?” She softly sang a few lines of the chorus, probably off key, judging from the playful crinkles that formed in the corner of his eye.
“Yeah. Great song. We have similar tastes in music.”
For some reason that didn’t surprise Bond. She had a feeling they’d have a lot in common if they dove deep. They both were the quiet sort who seemed to be satisfied with their own company and didn’t require a lot of outside stimulation. Bond didn’t even own a television. She got what little news she watched from the ones in the bar. Nathan hadn’t grumbled once about them being absent from the cottages, even though she knew he liked baseball. And there was certainly no denying they were in sync when it came to sex.
“My moods usually dictate what I listen to. Sometimes it’s Amos Lee. Sometimes it’s AC/DC. Classic rock, blues, country, I’m not all that particular. My grandpa used to say that I was born loving music because my mom sang to me while she was pregnant.”
Nathan propped himself up on his elbows, face going somber for a moment. “Can I ask what happened with her?”
Bond toyed with the camera strap. “She was only sixteen when she got pregnant with me. Way too young. Around nineteen she decided she didn’t want to be a mom anymore, so she signed over her parental rights to my grandparents and left town.”
“You haven’t seen her since?”
“She came home once when I was nine, stayed long enough to talk my grandparents out of money then left again.” The pitying expression on Nathan’s face made her wince. “Don’t look at me like that, Nathan. Even back then I knew I was better off without her in my life. I don’t hate her for giving me up. In fact, I forgave her for it a long time ago.”
“What about your dad?”
Bond shrugged. “My mother didn’t enter a name on my birth certificate.”
“You don’t want to know?”
“Not really. There are too many what ifs. What if he’s a deadbeat or a criminal? What if he’s happily married with a family of his own? The news that you have an illegitimate child isn’t always well received. I may change my mind when I’m fifty, but for right now I’m good with not knowing.” Bond cocked an eyebrow. “You owe me many pictures now.”
Nathan laughed and dropped back down on the bed.
She took a picture of the jean-covered perfection that was his ass then turned to focus her lens on his broad shoulders, the soft sweep of dark hair curling against his nape. Click. She checked the shot on the LCD. Incredible. It made her want to touch him, but if she started down that path her idle hobby would quickly be abandoned in favor of something even more hedonistic than a sexy photo session.
“What were you like as a child?” he asked.
So the urge to stroke his spine was too much to resist. “What do you think I was like?” Her fingertips slowly followed the sloping dip from his jeans to his hair. Gooseflesh rose on Nathan’s muscled back in the wake of her touch, the same reaction she’d had when he touched her this way. It was a good bet his nipples were hard, too.
He tilted his chin down as much as he could to catch her eye over his shoulder. “A tomboy in pigtails, precocious and curious. Probably a double handful of trouble.”
Smiling, she ran her palm over the curve of his firm butt. “You would be right. I was driving the boat at ten. I knew how to drive a stick shift by the time I was twelve, though I had to have help with the pedals. It used to make my granny so mad that we’d come home from church on Sundays and I’d go straight to digging night crawlers while still in my dress. After lunch my grandpa and I would go fishing.”
“Sounds like a pretty nice childhood.”
“It was.” She patted his thigh. “Flip over again.”
It was impossible to miss the notable bulge in the front of Nathan’s jeans when he settled onto his back again. Bond wasn’t shy about staring at it hungrily, nor did she try to disguise the appreciation in her eyes. A tiny sigh of desire slipped from her throat unchecked. “You’re hard,” she said, dumbly stating the obvious.
Nathan’s eyebrows rose. He smiled as he traced a fingertip across her mouth. “Does that really surprise you? Those agile hands of yours have been all over me. You’re sitting beside me wearing a tank top that leaves very little to the imagination and the sexiest pair of panties I’ve ever seen. You smell like sex and sweet warm woman. Sweetheart, you couldn’t be any hotter right now if you were buck-ass naked.”
Her knight had a silver tongue to match his shiny armor. She wanted to pounce on him, devour him, but first… “Just a couple more shots.”
He rubbed his face with both hands, groaning. “All right, but that means I get to ask a couple more questions.”
“Wrap your hands around the rails of the bed frame.” Nathan complied, gripping the old wrought iron bars in his fists. “Now that’s sexy.” She captured the image, just his hands wrapped around the mottled metal.
The bed had belonged to her grandparents. Bond liked that the antique was rusty in some spots, the once-white paint yellowed where it wasn’t absent altogether. All she’d done was replace the mattress and box springs. Aside from loving the simple beauty of the bed, she’d never get rid of it because of the sentimental value.
“Give you any ideas?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“Yes, as a matter of fact it does,” she said, feeling bold. “And that counts as one of your questions.”
Nathan laughed. “Oh, I’ll take it. And for future reference, I do have a pair of real handcuffs.”
The thought of being restrained while Nathan had his wicked way with her, or vice versa, forced a shiver up her spine. “Give me your hand,” she said. When he did, she placed it over the swell of his fly. The impressive shape of his penis was clearly outlined behind the worn denim. His fingers automatically flexed once around his length, which, she felt certain, was done for her benefit more than his own. As much as he’d balked at posing, he was getting off on turning her on.
And boy was she ever turned on.
She wanted to replace his hand with her mouth.
Bond framed the shot and pressed the shutter release before glancing up at his face. His features had visibly tightened.
“Now slide your hand inside your pants,” she said.
“And do what?” he asked, his voice a low husky rumble.
“Whatever you want.”
“What I want is to slide my fingers inside you.”
I want that, too. Bond licked her lower lip, struggling to maintain her composure. “First this.”
Nathan hesitated then ever so slowly smoothed his hand across his stomach. Mesmerized, Bond watched its progress, her mouth dry and her panties damp. And he’d called her a witch. He knew good and well what he was doing to her, to them both. His fingers slipped beneath the edge of his underwear, curling around his cock. The top button of his jeans was undone, and the small gap widened as his wrist flexed. When he groaned softly her eyes shot back up to his. His pupils had darkened with arousal, eyelids drooping to half-mast.
The camera sat in her hand like a lead weight, completely forgotten.
“I thought you wanted to take a picture.”
“I do,” she said, blinking out of the trance he’d put her in.
“But if you want live action shots, I’m afraid I charge for those.”
There you have it, my first teaser for the new year. I hope you liked it, and if you haven’t read the book, hopefully I’ve tempted you enough to go grab it now.
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XO ~ Jenny