What's a girl to do after her former fiancé declares that she's frigid?
Mariah Baker decides to take a jaunt on her wild side...if she can find it.
The scruffy Puerto Rican leasing the waterfront house next door appears to
be just the man for the mission. After all, what better way to defrost than
with a sexy Latin lover? Only Rico isn't who she thinks he is, and time is
Rico finds fashion-obsessed Mariah intriguing and unique. For starters, she
makes horses dance, and his heart does its own tango for her. Besides, a hot
summer fling is a welcome distraction from his depressing, uncertain future
and dysfunctional, freeloading family.
As their summer together comes to an end, Rico's phobia towards falling in
love and Mariah's insecurities are a recipe for trouble in paradise. But
in the magic of the San Juan Islands, anything is possible.
Or is it?
Sensuality Rating: SIZZLING
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Interracial Romance
Length: 98,000 words
"Washington State's San Juan Islands are known for their mystical
healing powers and natural beauty. I've had the privilege of spending
countless hours boating in those islands and portions of this book were
written there. It's my hope to convey the magic and beauty of these islands
to my readers." ~ Jami ~
Cover Art by Jinger
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Read: A "I really enjoyed Jami
Davenport’s The Dance. It is a
beautiful love story and so much more.
There is a lot of plot weaving and twists
here that you wouldn’t expect in this kind
of story but it all works, especially the
love scenes— can you say “smokin’”?
If you’re looking for a read which will
bring tears to your eyes and joy to your
heart then pick up The Dance, you
won’t be disappointed."
—Lynda, Simply Romance Reviews
5 Cherries: "Right from the
get-go, The Dance embraced humor,
warmth, very human characters, and a
wealth of possibilities. It’s a well told
tale about two people who make choices
with the best of intentions and get the
worst results. However, until they face
their demons, and for one of them, it ends
up being formidable, they will have an
You might wonder about my word choice, ‘incomplete
future’. Think of a scale—you put
two items to weigh and they don’t match.
Of course you are going to add something
to or subtract from the one that needs to
be balanced. Thing is, sometimes the item
we believe to be perfect ends up being not
enough. That is how I see the relationship
between Rico and Mariah. It’s a delicate
dance to make a relationship work and Ms.
Davenport explores this from a very human
perspective. Our hero and heroine each end
up giving, but the scales remain
unbalanced. They have to come to terms
with what each is willing to do, to go
that extra mile, if they want that
balanced future, a complete future.
The back drop totally fascinated me. Oh sure, this
occurs in a delightful and romantic
location but what hooked me were the
horses, especially Mariah’s horse, Sueño.
The riding discipline that Mariah
practices is called dressage. I had no
clue what that was; couldn’t wrap my mind
around what that would look like. I found
a co-worker who knew exactly what it was
because she herself practices it with her
horse so I was able to pick her brain. How
cool was that? Think of the Lipizzaner
stallions and you’ll get the picture. Once
I figured it out, I had a new appreciation
for Mariah’s character and enjoyed the
story on a whole other (new) level. Now I
am fascinated with Ms. Davenport’s choice
of profession for her character. I wonder,
what was her inspiration?
The conflict of the story is meaty and emotional. Ms.
Davenport resists, though I have no idea
how she did it, the easy way out for her
characters. I really wanted Rico to save
the day. I wanted the conflict to end as
happily as Mariah and Rico eventually
become. The author stuck to realism and
endeared her characters to me even more.
They are not perfect, they are not
cardboard and neither are they capable of
super human acts. Rico and Mariah are just
a man and a woman stumbling through the
pile of yuck life has thrown at them, to
come out on the other side with bumps and
bruises but whole.
The passion they share is sweet and hot. The happily
ever after is well earned and emotional.
And through it all, Ms. Davenport keeps it
optimistic with humor, love of family and
hope. Which is a good thing because there
are some tense moments which for me, were
jarring and emotional. You can’t come away
from reading The Dance untouched. I
certainly didn’t and I highly recommend
this book to everyone who enjoys a well
—Xeranth, Whipped Cream
5 Flags: "The Dance is a
great book! It pulls on your heartstrings
and caused me to tear up a time or two. I
really felt for Mariah and all the hurts
she had to work through. Her growth
throughout the story was inspiring. Rico,
of course, had my heart from the
beginning. And when the two are together
it is beyond scorching! Through all of
this The Dance is still more than
just a love story, there are some ups and
downs which keep you guessing and causes
plenty of hand wringing as we wait to see
if they will get their happily ever after.
I definitely recommend this book, it's a
great read filled to the brim with real
emotions and plenty of heat."
4 Stars: "Entertaining...
Jami Davenport has created an entertaining look at the
lives of has-been rock stars. The Dance
is about maturing, learning to trust, and
learning to love. The characters are
well-developed and have depth. Fans of
romantica will enjoy The Dance."
—B. Lamar, Review Your Book
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Okay, who turned out the lights?
Was she dead? Did they have mud in heaven? Sticky, gooey,
cold mud? Certainly heaven’s mud wouldn't smell like rank
fertilizer and stale water.
A distant voice penetrated her muddled brain.
Mariah Baker wiggled her toes and fingers to test each
one. Lifting her head, she scraped the mud from her face with
her gloved hand. Her blurry eyes focused on two large cowboy
boots about a foot away. Angels didn't have big feet and wear
scuffed cowboy boots.
“Are you okay?” A deep, sexy voice vibrated with concern.
She tried to raise her head higher. A large hand to match
those big feet entered her field of vision.
“You fell off your horse.”
Oh, yeah, she remembered now. An invisible horse-eating
troll lurking in the nearby woods scared her ditz-brained
gelding. He’d bucked and sent her flying like a rag doll, ending
with an ungraceful face plant. At least it was a soft landing,
as last night’s rain had transformed the footing in her riding
arena into a mud bog.
“Are you all right?” The man sounded rattled.
“Don’t move. You might have broken something.”
“Nothing’s broken. I just had...the wind knocked out of
me.” She choked and spit out a mouthful of mud. The owner of the
cowboy boots squatted next to her. Long legs, strong thighs,
narrow hips, broad chest. Definitely
With a groan, Mariah pushed herself to a kneeling
position and came face-to-face with Adonis. Well, at least he
could have doubled for a Greek god. His appearance tickled her
memory, yet she was certain she’d never met him. She blinked a
few times to clear her vision and stared.
Heaven wouldn’t have temptations like him. He’d turn any
good girl into a very bad girl.
A day’s growth of beard darkened his handsome face. His
unruly brown hair begged for attention from a decent stylist. He
wore clothes most garage sales wouldn’t bother to sell. His
threadbare jeans had never seen a designer label. Yet his
disheveled appearance didn’t come close to concealing his model
good looks. Suffice it to say, the man fit every clichéd
description of a hero in a romance novel, despite his
Too bad she'd sworn off men as of last night. So what if
he was kiss-your-heart-goodbye gorgeous? Unfortunately, her
heart wasn’t listening. Instead, it told her brain to get lost
and snuggled up next to Mr. Scruffy, at least in its dreams.
He might appear scruffy, but he smelled wonderful in a
clean, masculine sorta way. His scent actually permeated the
smell of rancid mud that clung to her body. Without thinking,
she leaned closer to get a better whiff of his expensive
aftershave. A dedicated shopper, Mariah knew expensive when she
saw it or smelled it. She’d also bet a winning lotto ticket he
wore a Rolex watch and Gucci sunglasses.
Raising her gaze back to his face, she found him staring
at her. He removed his sunglasses and shifted his gaze from her
lips to her eyes. The man had the most incredible brown eyes, as
yummy as a chocolate mocha espresso fringed with long, black
eyelashes. Now why did guys always have eyelashes like that when
they never appreciated them?
Those mocha eyes sucked her in like dust bunnies sucked
into a vacuum cleaner. She felt light-headed. And hot. Really
hot. Taking a deep breath, Mariah gathered her composure—and her
dust bunnies—about her like a suit of armor.
Relax, girl, relax. This guy
radiated sexual energy like the sun radiated heat. She’d just
been gobbled up by his magnetic sensuality. He was dangerous,
and she didn’t need a guy like that to complicate her life. Get
rid of him, the sooner the better, her boring good girl side
“I’m Ric...” He hesitated. “I’m Rodrigo Perez.” He
studied her with interest, as if waiting for a reaction. “I’m
staying at the Delgado’s vacation house for a month. That’d make
me your neighbor.” He held out his hand to her.
She stared at it, while her mind stalled somewhere
between fantasy and reality. He cleared his throat to get her
attention. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. He grinned with
amusement. His hand still hovered in mid-air. Mechanically, she
removed a mud-encrusted glove and offered her hand to him. His
long fingers surrounded her smaller hand with a firm but gentle
hold. His thumb traced a sensuous circle on her palm. He lifted
her fingers to his lips. His warm mouth grazed her trembling
knuckles, lingering on each one. All the while, his dark eyes
never left hers. Mariah fell for his technique, hook, line, and
sinker; stupid, gullible woman that she was.
A five-alarm siren clanged in her head, and she jerked
her hand away. The sudden movement dislodged a mud clump from
her riding helmet, and it plopped onto her nose. The irritating
man raised one dark eyebrow. His mouth twitched in a suppressed
smile as he dabbed the mud with his thumb. It was a good thing
she was still kneeling or she’d have crumpled to the ground in a
heap of female hormonal mush. He dabbed the mud with his thumb.
It was a good thing she was still kneeling or she’d have
crumpled to the ground in a heap of female hormonal mush.
“And you are?”
“I’m Mariah,” she croaked, feeling like an idiot.
“Well, Mariah, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Rodrigo straightened to his full height, leaving Mariah
to stare at his belt buckle, tight jeans, and...
“Can you stand?” He didn’t wait for an answer but bent
down to help her. Avoiding his touch, Mariah scrambled to her
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Concern gentled his brown
“I am. Really. I’ve fallen off many times. It’s nothing.
Something in the woods scared my horse.”
“Can’t imagine what that would be.” He shrugged and
looked away, shifting his weight from one cowboy boot to
Sueño, her gray gelding and the guilty party, wandered
over and stuck his head between them. Mariah picked up his
“Where did you...? I mean, how did you...?” Her brain
couldn’t seem to form words. His amused grin didn’t help.
“I was walking along the road and saw you launched into
the air like a human catapult. I ran over to check on you.”
“Thank you for helping me.” She wiped her face with the
bottom of her T-shirt. She must look a fright. And she
considered him scruffy?
“I’m just glad to see you’re okay.” A slight accent
blended with the rich timbre of his voice. A handsome man with
an accent made for an even more deadly combination.
Attempting to be inconspicuous, she rubbed her clammy
hands on her thighs. Her horse stirred beside her, and she
glanced at him. The big busybody hadn’t missed a thing. One
furry ear swiveled to catch each tidbit of conversation. His
eyes followed their every move with interest. Mariah glared at
Sueño. Maybe you’d like some popcorn and a beer while you
watch me squirm? Whose side are you on? After all, who feeds
you? Help me out here, will you?
Sueño shook his long forelock over his eyes and ignored
Knowing she was on her own, she searched for something
clever to say. She turned into a blabbering idiot around most
men. She doubted the Prince of Grunge would be an exception.
“You’re staying at Max and Carmen’s house? It’s...it’s really
nice. I’ve been in it. I did some work for them about six months
ago. Carmen wanted the rooms redone in a country style,
something relaxed. I looked all over Seattle for just the
right...” Now, she was blabbering, but what woman on
earth would blame her?
“Yeah, it’s a great place. I’m enjoying it. Very private
and peaceful,” he agreed smoothly.
Did the man ever sweat or get nervous? Mariah considered
it a good thing he had tacky clothes, or he’d be too perfect.
Pulling herself together once again, she put on her
polite cocktail-party voice and inquired, “Where are you from,
Rodrigo?” His accent intrigued her, and much to her surprise,
she imagined him whispering Spanish to her in the middle of the
“I spent the first eight years of my life in Puerto Rico.
Now I live in LA. I’m here on Orcas Island for a vacation.” He
paused to look around him. “Do you have any idea what a view
like this would cost in Southern California?”
“I can’t begin to imagine.” Mariah glanced around, but
her mind barely registered the spectacular scenery.
The horse arena sat on a bluff overlooking a small cove.
In the distance, the San Juan Islands glittered like jewels on
the water. A green and white Washington state ferry wound its
way through the myriad of passages bound for the Orcas ferry
landing. To the north, the boats in Deer Harbor floated lazily
in the morning sun.
Even in her most tumultuous times, this place had brought
her peace. Unfortunately, the taxes and expenses on the place
were driving her out. That stack of bills on her desk increased
exponentially in comparison to her meager income.
Rodrigo coughed and brought her attention back to him. He
wrung his hands together. “I have to confess. I’ve been watching
you ride for a few days.”
“You’ve been watching me ride?” Oh, great, her neighbor
was a stalker. Even as she considered it, she didn’t believe it.
He appeared to be a professional heartbreaker, not a stalker.
She’d almost married a man like him once so she recognized the
type. Besides, tourists from the nearby resort stopped on the
road occasionally and watched her ride.
“Uh, yeah.” Rodrigo pushed his hair off his forehead and
looked down at his feet. He seemed worried about how she’d
interpret his confession. “I was walking by earlier this week,
and I saw you through the trees. I’ve never seen anyone ride a
horse like that. It’s pretty amazing.”
Mariah glanced up at him. A shock wave zipped through her
system. She stepped away and added more space between them.
“Thank you. I’m...I’m surprised you found my riding
interesting. Most people would rather watch concrete dry.”
He raised one eyebrow. “What do you call this type of
riding you do?”
“Dressage, a very old equestrian sport. Actually, it’s
more of an art form than a sport when it’s done correctly.”
“How do you steer him? With your thoughts?”
“No, not really. I use subtle signals from my leg and
shift my weight in the saddle, but there are times when it seems
as if he’s reading my mind. When we’re in sync like that, it’s
the most incredible feeling. It’s like we leave this planet, as
if we’re in a different plane of existence. It’s hard to
explain. Time slows, has no meaning. It’s almost...holy.
Athletes have a term for it. They call it being in the zone.
Sueño and I seem to find that zone together more than any horse
I’ve ridden.” Mariah stopped. She'd told him way too much. To
his credit, his eyes didn’t glaze over from sheer boredom.
“How long does it take to learn to ride like that?”
“It takes years. This horse is my baby. I raised and
trained him myself.” Mariah patted her gelding’s coat.
“You’ve done a great job, but it’s more than training,
even I can see that.”
She looked away for a moment then met his eyes, feeling a
little jolt right down to her toes. “Yes. Yes, it is,” she
admitted in a soft whisper. She didn’t speak of her connection
with this horse to just anyone. Non-riders didn’t understand. In
fact, most riders didn’t understand it either.
Rodrigo reached up to pet the horse. Sueño lowered his
head so the man could scratch a preferred spot behind his ears.
“He likes you,” she noticed with surprise. “He’s very
picky about his people. I can’t believe he’s letting you
pet him. He's very perceptive about people. I should listen to
“Si, you should. I love animals.” Rodrigo interrupted,
stroking Sueño’s neck. Her horse gave him a hard push with his
“Feel free to smack him when he does that. It’s rude.”
“Why does he do it?”
“He wants a carrot.”
“A carrot? Sorry, big guy, I don’t happen to have one on
me.” Rodrigo held his hands out, palms up. Sueño sniffed at each
“He doesn’t deserve a carrot when he behaves like that.”
Expressing his opinion against the no carrot rule, Sueño
gave her a hard push and knocked her off balance. Rodrigo came
to her rescue again and caught her before she fell, holding her
a little too close. Her body betrayed her, and her heart and
mind followed. Throwing her good-girl reputation to the wind,
she fastened to him like Velcro. His warmth soaked into her
pores. That hard, muscled chest pressed against her soft
contours. She inhaled the scent of his aftershave and filled her
lungs with his essence. Heaven could never feel this good.
Sueño snorted again and tugged on the reins, yanking her
back to Pacific Daylight Time. Leaping backwards, she extracted
herself from Rodrigo’s arms. Keeping a safe distance from the
two males, she studied them warily. Rodrigo didn’t seem to
notice or care that his white T-shirt now sported several muddy
“You know, you shouldn’t let him get away with that.”
Humor glinted in his dark eyes. “He’s being rude.”
“Thanks. I’ll remember that.” She didn’t trust her voice
enough to say another word.
She’d just clung to a strange man like he was a Titanic
lifeboat and enjoyed every delightful second of it.
* * * *
Wiping his now muddy hands on his jeans, Rico Sanchez,
aka Rodrigo Perez, took a second to gather his composure. That
close encounter with Mariah flustered him more than he wanted to
admit. The feel of her body against his went beyond mere
physical attraction and approached the dangerous. He shoved his
hands in his pockets and adopted a casual pose. Under that mud
was one classy woman. He didn't want to scare her off by acting
like an uncivilized ass.
Unfortunately, he’d already earned the title of ass. For
starters, he’d been skulking in the woods watching her ride and
freaked out her horse. He had no idea horses were such flaky
While scaring the horse had been an accident, lying about
his name had been deliberate. He wasn't sure what had prompted
him to do that. She might not even recognize the name if she'd
heard it. It'd been so long since he'd been in the news.
He was here to find the person he'd lost, the real person
under the public image. He needed to be around people who didn't
have any preconceived notions about him. Since his popularity
had gone down the tubes, the only women interested in him were
gold diggers and publicity seekers. The Gold Diggers had no clue
that his money had followed his popularity into the toilet. A
little white lie about his identity in exchange for a month of
anonymity wasn't too much to ask.
The horse snorted and pawed the ground, demanding her
attention. Rico looked at the animal. It blinked its big brown
eyes at him. Perhaps he had an ally in that furry, four-legged
beast. “What’s his name?” After all, a guy should know
the names of his allies.
“Sueño. Sueño Araña.” Removing her riding helmet, she
plucked a clump of mud and grass from her long mahogany hair.
“Dream Weaver,” Rico mused. “Is he your dream weaver?”
“I guess you could say that.” Mariah chewed on her lower
lip. “I really need to clean up and finish my ride, Rodrigo, but
it was nice meeting you.”
“Nice meeting you.”
She hesitated then leading Sueño, she turned away and
walked through the gate toward the small red barn.
Rico watched her go. He knew a dismissal when he heard
it, but that had never deterred him before. He didn’t give up
that easily on a woman who intrigued him.
Reluctant to let her leave, he hurried after her. She
glanced at him but kept walking. “Do you need something else?”
“Uh, yes. What’s the best restaurant around here?”
“Rosario Resort has good food. It’s not cheap, but the
view of the bay is worth the price. They have a piano bar and
She blushed and looked away, increasing her pace. Damn,
he almost had to run to keep up. Now there was a unique
situation: Rico Sanchez running after a woman. Well, a damaged
ego was worth a reprieve from the loneliness. Talking to her
made him forget how empty he felt inside.
He checked out her left hand and didn’t find a ring. He
made it a practice not to mess with another man’s woman. He did
have his scruples.
They entered the barn, and Mariah tied Sueño to a post.
The wide aisle was neat and tidy with a couple stalls on both
sides. Rico watched as she used a wet paper towel to clean her
face. Even in her messed-up state, she enchanted him. Right
then, he knew what he wanted to do. A little romance never hurt
anyone, and he could use an attractive distraction like her.
“What time can I pick you up?” He grinned. With an
expertise born of practice, he disguised his insecurities behind
a wall of cocky confidence.
“I don’t even know you.” Her green eyes took on a
Rico focused the full heat of his gaze on her. “Have
dinner with me tonight, and we can work on that.” He flashed his
most disarming grin, guaranteed to charm the resistance out of
any woman. In his younger years, he’d mastered hustling a woman
to the point of perfection then to the point of boredom. He
suspected hustling this woman would prove to be anything but
boring, especially as out of practice as he was.
His gaze roamed over her killer body. The skin-tight
riding breeches and soiled tank top did little to hide her
delectable curves. In fact, the mud stuck to all the right
places. He smiled in true appreciation as he brought his eyes
back to hers. Her cheeks turned redder than a stop sign when she
caught him staring.
“So, what time?”
“I can’t, I have plans tonight.”
“Change them please.” He smiled and turned on the Latin
charm, attempting to disarm her reluctance. Her emotions played
across her face, making her as easy to read as a theater
marquee. He’d never considered innocence to be sexy before, but
it sure as hell was on her.
“You break my heart.” He put his hands to his chest.
“I doubt that. It was nice meeting you, Rodrigo. Now I
must get back to work.” She turned her back on him.
Rico opened his mouth to protest then snapped it shut. He
loved challenges, and her refusal only encouraged him.
She was behaving like a bad girl, a very bad girl. She’d
always been a good girl. She shouldn’t be doing this. The rest
of her mind and body shut out that one small voice until it was
forgotten. That voice of reason stood no chance during a time of
“Mariah,” Rodrigo whispered into her mouth. “God, you are
hot. I gotta have you, Mariah.”
He picked her up and cradled her in his arms. She clung
to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He carried her into
the bedroom, kissing her the whole time. “You’re making me
He laid her tenderly on the bed. Drunk with love, she
sprawled there, lazily regarding him with half-lidded eyes.
Rodrigo unzipped his fly, his mocha eyes never leaving
hers. He stripped his jeans with the efficiency of a man on a
mission. Grinning at her, he pulled his underwear down over his
hips and kicked his clothes out of the way.
The reality of her situation slammed her back to earth’s
atmosphere. Mariah stared at him in abject horror. It was so
huge. Clutching the blanket, she scooted further up the bed,
closer to the headboard.
Judging by the puzzled and hurt expression on his face,
her negative reaction to his size was an unfamiliar experience
to him. She couldn’t take her eyes off his huge cock.
Compared to Rodrigo, Warren had looked like a short, stubby
pencil. Maybe that’s why Jamal always called him a little prick.
Guys probably had a sixth sense about stuff like that. Did guys
with big pricks command more respect? She didn’t have clue, but
there was no way that thing would fit. Warren, the little prick,
had hurt her because of her tightness. That thing would
never work. Never.
“Rye?” Rodrigo questioned her. He knelt at the foot of
the bed, absently rubbing her ankles.
“It won’t fit,” she choked. Her eyes were glued to his
A soft smile gentled the corners of his mouth, “Of
course, it will. We’ll make sure it does.”
“It’s too big.”
He tried his best to look serious. “At the risk of
permanently damaging my male ego, I have to admit that I’m not
“You look enormous to me.”
“Well, thanks, but I’m not.” The man actually had the
decency to look embarrassed.
“Baby, I promise. I’ll take care of you. I’ll go slow.
You’ll adjust to me. Trust me.”
His words didn’t convince her one bit. The earlier spell
broken, she fought against the panic rising inside her. Oh,
no. Oh no. Oh no. She couldn’t believe this was happening.
She thought it would be different with Rigo. She thought she’d
be okay. But she wasn’t, she was scared to death. Scared that
he’d hurt her, or she wouldn’t be good enough, or he’d be
disappointed, and she’d be a failure once again.
Rodrigo crawled toward her on his hands and knees. She
drew back but had nowhere left to go. He stroked her hair,
concern etched on his face. Mariah stared at him, not looking
anywhere but his eyes. She attempted to ignore his nakedness,
refusing to look at that thing again.
“I’m scared.” Her voice was no more than a croak. Her
fear paralyzed her.
“Tell me what you want me to do. Do you want to stop?
You’d better make up your mind right away because I may not be
able to stop if we get much further.”
Mariah shook her head. She had to trust Rodrigo to help
her. “No, I want to do this. I need to do this. Please, just
kiss me and be gentle with me. Set me free, Rigo. Please. You’re
the only man who can.”
A tender smile played at the corners of his mouth. He
kissed her with great care and passion. She felt like a China
doll that he was trying his best not to break. She closed her
eyes and took deep breaths, concentrating on his caresses.
Drifting away, she lost herself again in the sensation of his
body against hers and his masterful lips and hands. He eased her
lace underwear down her hips and past her knees and ankles.
Attempting to distract her, he kissed her mouth, her neck, her
shoulders, her breasts.
“I need this, Mariah. I need you.” The gravel in his
voice betrayed the extreme control he exercised on his emotions.
“I ache to be inside you.”
His lips and teeth teased her. He slipped his hands below
her waist. One hand caressed her back and the roundness of her
butt. His other hand found its way between her legs. He stroked
her thighs, his fingers moving higher, seeking heaven.
Mariah clamped her legs together out of habit. Yet, she
could feel her wetness, feel how hot she was for him.
“You have my hand in a vise grip, baby. Loosen up.” His
soft accented voice cajoled her. A remote part of her foggy
brain registered that his accent grew stronger the more turned
on he became. She loosened her legs, allowing him to touch her.
She wanted to trust him.
He sat back on his haunches, his eyes smoldered with
unleashed heat. His gaze focused between her legs. Mariah looked
away from him, feeling exposed and vulnerable. She squirmed, but
resisted closing her legs.
“It’s okay, baby. You’ll like this.” Stretching out
beside her, he ran his index finger through the moist curls. His
free hand milked a nipple while his mouth fastened onto the
other. He teased her with his fingers and stroked her wet slit
until her body instinctively responded. Shifting his position,
he straddled her body. His fingers parted her, opening her to
him. She tensed when one long finger entered her. He took his
time, massaging her, sliding in deeper with each stroke.
Dragging his mouth from her nipple, he gasped. “You okay,
Rye? That feel good?”
Surprisingly, it did feel good, really good. The intimate
stroking of his finger sent little waves of pleasure shuddering
through her. Rodrigo sunk his finger up to his knuckle, slipping
easily through her wetness. Gaining a little confidence, she
relaxed by a degree. He took advantage and eased a second finger
inside her. It was little uncomfortable at first, but her body
adjusted. Using his thumb, he stroked that spot guaranteed to
drive her insane. She arched, spread her legs wider, took his
fingers deeper. He moved his fingers in and out, faster and
faster, picking up speed, and pulling her to the brink.
Over the edge.
SIREN SEX Rating
Traditional romance, suitable for the general
Heavy sexual tension; graphic details; may contain
coarse language (BookStrand)
Erotic, graphic sex; explicit sexual language; may offend delicate
Erotica romance; contains many sexual encounters; may contain unconventional
sex; will offend delicate readers (SIREN)
Excessive or non-exclusive sex; many instances of unconventional sex; may be hardcore; not for the faint-hearted
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