Title: Hot Houston Nights: Graham & Isabella PART 2
Author: S. N. Garza
Genre: Erotic RomanceExpected Release Date: Jan. 24, 2015
Blurb:
How do two soul mates stay away from each other?
Simple. They don't.
Not long after their one night, both Graham and Isabella both long for more.
Fate lead them back to each other and they aren't letting go. Their passions run high and Graham wants to take it to the next level.
Until Isabella gets taken. As she hangs on for dear life, is she strong enough to save herself? Or, does she fall to her doom, never to see Graham again?
S. N. Garza is from Southeast Houston, Texas, with her husband and two small children. She is a full time Chilihead employee at Chili's Bar & Grill. Author of steamy, sexy, sinfully beautiful stories about strong alpha men and the women who fall for them.When she's not taking care of her family, working her tail off at her all day job, you can find her writing well into the night, and reading another steamy romance novel, attaining another fictional boyfriend.
Remember
Where the men are strong, the women, stronger.
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I opened my door and before anyone else spotted us, shoved him inside. When you he lock clicked in place, I felt him come up behind me.
“No one’s gonna hear us right now, are they?” His warm breath over my ear made me shiver and everything around me seemed to heighten in response.
“Ha-ha. Ha-ha. I don’t think so. I’ve never tested out the wall strength.”
I felt his rock hard cock against me and my eyes shut at the hard strength. I knew without a doubt I wanted another go and I might just get it right now.
His hands caressed and tendered some of the tension in my shoulders before caressing down my back, tracing my curves until his fingers found their way into the band of my jeans.
His lips found the pressure point on my neck, kissing a line up to my ear before tugging on it gently.
His hands were warm as they skirted back and forth and then he undid my belt with swift, easy proficiency.
“Okay, sweetness?”
“Yes!” My mouth hissed out the reply and I just wanted him to hurry. He was making my blood boil. He skimmed down my jeans and panties until they were resting tightly around my thighs. I didn't need him to check to see if I was wet. I already felt my arousal leaking from my core, coating my vagina and inner thighs.
But he did anyway. His hand was hot to the touch as he slipped two fingers between my legs, circulating my juices and drawing his fingers up to my clit where he tried gripping it, but my slickness would only allow hard pressured massaging.
“Fuck, you're so damn wet for me. Keep your legs spread just like this for me. ‘Kay, sweetness?”
I nodded my head and leaned it against the door. His hands drew up my shirt and he tossed it over his shoulder. I felt his fingers dance down my neck and shoulder blades to unclasp my plain (ugh. Have to buy sexy under things) bra and threw it towards my shirt. The swift coolness toughened my nipples until they were stiff peaks.
Graham didn't tease them but instead, he cupped my breasts and massaged the swells until my breath was unbalanced. Then his hands fell away and I heard rustling behind me. Unbuckling, unzipping, and something being ripped open.
Whoa. Was he really going to take me like this? So barbaric and wild? Did I want him to?
My answer?
Hell freaking yes
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