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The Proposition

The Proposition



Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Teaser Tuesday from Beat of the Heart: MUY CALIENTE!!!

So I decided to go ahead and do a Teaser Tuesday today from Beat of the Heart. This is most def NOT a PG snip.

*rough, rough draft. Subject to change and editing*

“Take us home, Benny,” AJ instructed as we collapsed into the limo in a wild tangle of sweat-soaked arms and legs.

“Yes sir,” came the mumbled reply before the door was shut tight behind us.

Once our bodies had adjusted on the bench seat, AJ crushed his mouth against mine, thrusting his warm tongue into my mouth. He tasted sweet like the chocolate and wine we’d just consumed, and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me as our tongues intertwined. With one hand cupping my ass, AJ brought his other to my breast, slipping through the satin of my bodice to cup my naked flesh.

As much as I hated to, I jerked away from him. Our gazes locked, and I’m sure mine mirrored AJ’s lust-filled one. It took me a full minute to find my voice. Even AJ’s broad chest heaved up and down from our passionate lip-lock. “We should go to my house.”

“Nuh-uh,” AJ grunted, his hand kneading my breast harder.

“But you’ll need to drop me off at my place anyway,” I argued, trying to ignore the heat pooling below my waist at his actions.

AJ shook his head. “Mine’s closer. And I don’t wanna waste any time getting back buried deep inside you.”

His words stoked the fire burning within me. I couldn’t believe just thirty minutes ago we’d been slow dancing at my family’s restaurant. Now we were mauling each other like sex-starved deviants. Of course, it was that damn chocolate mousse that had turned dessert into foreplay between the dancing and the limo.

As his thumb flicked over my pebbled nipple, his other hand snaked up my dress to find my already damp center. When one finger slid inside my panties, I involuntarily thrust my hips up. Although I wanted nothing more than to be with him again, I smacked my palm against his chest, pushing him away. “Oh no, just a minute, big boy.”

AJ's chuckle scorched against my neck as he nudged his erection against my exposed thigh.  “Why thank you very much for the compliment.”

“I’m serious.” Grabbing the sweat-soaked strands of his hair, I jerked his head up to meet my gaze. “You’ve already had me once in this limo tonight. What kind of girl do you take me for?”

A wicked gleam burned in AJ’s dark eyes. “The kind who gets off on satisfying her man.”

I quirked a brow at him. “Oh, but you’re not mine, Mr. Latin Lover.”

“I’ve had you, Mia. So you’re mine for the night.”

Shaking my head, I scooted away to where I was on the opposite bench seat. AJ shot me a predatory glare, reiterating the fact he wasn't accustomed to females not giving into him. “Quit playing fucking games,” he growled.

“I said no.”

“Yeah, well, I call your bluff since I can smell how fucking aroused you are right now. Not to mention, you’re practically soaking the seat.”

He leaned over to grab me, but I nailed him in the chest with my stiletto heeled foot, thrusting him back against the leather seat. His gaze dipped from mine to my pump and then he snorted. “Are your ‘come fuck me heels’ really supposed to deter me?”

When I shrugged, he dropped his head. Never breaking eye contact with me, he then ran his tongue over the strap slowly before taking it between his teeth and jerking. The wet leather smacked against my foot, and I shivered at his actions, causing him to wink at me. “These heels just want me to throw you on your back and pound you even hard as they dig into my ass.”

Standing my ground, I crossed my arms over my chest. “Baby, your little machismo act may work for some helpless bimbos, but I’ve got strong Italian blood pumping through me. I fuck when I want to.” I flashed him a defiant look. “And right now, you’re not having me in this limo.”

We stared each other down in a silent battle of wills. AJ eyed me so intently that I could almost see the wheels turning in his head like he was sure at any moment I would relent and let him take me on all fours like he had earlier. In a firm voice, I said, “Not. Happening.”

Keeping my foot firmly against his pectoral, I inched the hem of my dress further up my thighs. His nostrils flared at the sight. “Don’t fucking tease me, Mia!”

I gave him a sweet smile. “I’m not teasing you, babe. Just giving you a preview for later.”

An agonized groan escaped his lips as his hand went to the bulge in his pants. With his gaze still locked on mine, he rubbed the length. “Mia….” His voice had taken on an almost pleading tone.

My mouth ran dry at the image before me, and I licked my lips. “You want me that bad?”

“Fuck yes.”

“Show me,” I commanded, nodding towards his crotch.