Friday, January 3
Happy New Year!
Today at the blog I welcome erotic romance author Charlotte Stein to share her book, CONTROL. Enjoy!
Pretty sure that makes me sound like a robot, but I’m going to forge ahead anyway! So my book – it’s about a naughty bookstore owner called Madison, who has to choose between two total hotties. I know…must be terrible for her. But the things is, Madison doesn’t know which she likes better:
Letting someone else take control, or being in control herself.
And in this particular scene – my favorite of the book – she starts to realize that the latter might really be an option for her. A really hot, super delicious option…
Unfortunately, even before I get to the shop I know something’s going on. I know the way I knew when I saw that little flash of hot pink and he stood up too hurriedly. The kitchen door opens out almost on top of the counter, and he’s not there. He’s not anywhere in the main space of the shop – though I suppose that isn’t too unusual, considering that it’s closing time. It could be that he’s just tidying the second tier, the little alcove at the back of the store that made me buy the place.
And yet I know he’s not tidying. I don’t do anything as clichéd as keeping the filthiest books back there, but it’s where I catch the most embarrassed-looking men in macs. I don’t get all that many, however – I think because I sell so much romance, too. It’s hard to lick the pornography amidst the hearts and flowers.
I like Gabe, a lot, for not seeming to mind how many hearts and flowers flutter around his smut. In fact, I think he prefers it that way. He’s standing right in the corner, in front of the bookcase beside the window, reading Passion’s Flame. I can tell it’s Passion’s Flame, because it’s one of my all time favorites.
I can also make out his teeth, biting deep into his lower lip. That furrow he sometimes gets between his heavy black brows, as though he’s uncertain how to proceed. But then his head turns slightly – I think so he can look at the right-hand page – and I can no longer see the lovely slant of his face. His back is almost completely to me – though that’s not exactly an unpleasant sight.
He isn’t big, like Andy. But that curve, to his back. The narrowness of his hips – so clear in those tidy grey trousers he always wears – contrasting giddily with the broadness of his shoulders …
I don’t want to alert him to my presence, just so that I can keep looking at his back. I don’t want to alert him to my presence because then he would stop reading, and biting his lip, and acting like a 19th-century maid who’s doing something she shouldn’t.
I think I know when he becomes aware of me. His back stiffens ever so slightly. He doesn’t turn the page when it comes time to.
My heart thuds, low and long. I’m not going to fire him. Oh my God, I’m not going to fire him. He’s wrong, he’s wrong – I’m not in control at all. I’m taking the step up. I’m strolling across the lovely plush carpet towards him.
When I get up close – so close that I can smell that old-fashioned pine-y aftershave he wears – the full pleasure of his height strikes me, as it did before, when I asked him if there was something he wanted. He must be six foot three, and yet so often he doesn’t seem it. He hunches.
He’s hunching right now. I can see him doing his best not to let me know he’s looking at me out of the corner of his eye. He’s keeping very still, juddery breathing aside.
I have to put my hand on his back. It’s practically a necessity. I need to feel those unsteady breaths, vibrating through his sinewy body. I want to see him jerk when I touch him – and he does. But he keeps still, then, for the slide of my hand – all the way down that glorious curve to the hollow at the small of his back.
He won’t look at me. So I just do my business while his back is turned. I slide my hands over his narrow hips and feel him tremble, then go further yet and pass them over the firm cheeks of his arse.
He makes a little startled sound when I touch him so intimately. His body vibrates with it, but he doesn’t try to escape. So I rub harder, caress him more firmly. I slide my palms over the crease between his buttocks, pressing that tweedy material as deep as it will go.
He’s taking tight shaky breaths, now. When I squeeze one arse cheek, the breathing gets even tighter, and shakier. He even lets out something that’s almost a wavering moan – though not quite.
It definitely becomes a moan when I slide my hand around his hip, and go for the parts between his legs.
Thanks Charlotte for being our guest today! I can't wait to see how Madison solves her double dreamy man dilemma, LOL.
If you'd like to learn more about Charlotte Stein and the books she writes you can find her at her website, blog, Twitter and Goodreads.
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