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An Excerpt From: BREATH OF MAGIC
Copyright © REGINA CARLYSLE, 2008
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing,
Inc.
Liza’s
muscles tensed in anticipation and she prayed with everything in her that
he couldn’t know what looking at him did to her. This was a mistake on so
many levels. But God! She’d never been able to resist Ty Blackwell. He was
bronze and dark and so ripped with muscle, he made her mouth water. Hastily
she flicked her tongue across her lower lip as she took in the mounds of
his sculpted chest. It was lightly smattered with dark, crisp hair that
flared across his pecs then thinned to arrow
down, bisecting his torso to disappear into the waistband of worn denim.
His profession hadn’t softened him a bit. Lean yet muscular he was a man
who looked as spectacular in jeans as he did in a suit. When he smiled, a deep
and sexy dimple popped out near the corner of his scrumptious lips. He
wasn’t smiling now. His face was hard with passion, a tiny muscle jumped in
his jaw as if he were holding himself back with every ounce of control he
possessed.
Oh,
she knew all about control. It was the very thing that had deserted her
from the moment she looked into those drenched chocolate-colored eyes of
his.
Yep.
She was a goner.
Ty
held her gaze as he unsnapped and unzipped his jeans. She’d almost
forgotten that country lawyers tended toward the ultra casual when not in
court but that suited her just fine. Lordy, he
looked good in worn denim. Without moving his eyes from hers, he reached
into his back pocket and pulled out a condom. One side of his mouth lifted
in a naughty half-smile as he tossed it casually to the desktop where it
landed near her hip.
“I was
ready for you, Liza Lou.”
“Bet
you think I’m easy.”
“There’s
nothing easy about you, darlin’,” he said as he
pushed the jeans and his pristine white briefs together past his hips.
“Ah,
man.” Liza practically moaned the words as she got an eyeful of his cock,
rising high and hard from the nest of black hair at his groin. Ty was a
real-life, honest to God refresher course in male beauty. Was he bigger
than she remembered? Oh yeah. Maybe he was. His erection was thick and ripe
with color, distended veins coursing the length of him as if pointing
straight to the heavy, broad plum-shaped head. Liza’s mouth went dry as she
recalled the wonderful masculine taste of him.
She
wanted to reach out for it. She wanted to stroke him and take him in her
mouth but he didn’t give her a chance. With a low sound, Ty leaned over and
took the front of her thong between his teeth and slowly, tantalizingly
pulled it from her body. Finally, he took the garment in his hand and
rubbed the drenched cloth against his chest.
Liza
gasped. She’d never known a naughtier man.
“Don’t look scandalized, Counselor,” he drawled slowly.
“I love the way you smell when you’re hot. I want your scent all over me.”
“You’re
bad.” She whispered the words wanting to be shocked but instead her body
pulsed in a wild, untamed rhythm. “I should go.”
Ty
shook his head. “Uh-uh. You want bad so much you can taste it and
I’m gonna give it to you.”
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