Sexy Wednesday

    So I'll just start off by saying that Lauren Dane is by far one of THE best erotica authors...ever. I absolutely love her work and her Brown series is so edgy and sexy that I can't get enough. Which is funny, because her next book is called Never Enough, haha. I'm really excited for it to come out and I'm bummed it will be the last in this series. For now though, here's a sexy snippet from her 3rd book, Inside Out:

He turned her in his arms, brushing her nipples against his chest until she squeezed her thighs together to try to ease the weight of desire, even just a bit.

"Ella, woman, I have wanted you. Admired you. Been attracted to you. Liked you. Pretty much crushed on you like a lovesick boy for years now.

I'm not leaving this bedroom with you until I've made you come at least three times. I need to be in you."

She blushed and decided to just machine-gun it all out so she couldn't overthink. "Okay, so the deal is, we've established that I want you inside me. We've established I'm not afraid of you. You're teaching me how to tackle the last few things, teaching me to gain more control over my life."

He nodded, solemn, his focus on her completely.

"So, um, I have a control problem. I mean, gah! I don't know how to explain it."

"Red, just tell me, and I'll do it. Even if the most beautiful tits on earth weren't brushing up against me this very moment, I'd still move mountains for you."

"God, you're so unexpected! I need to be in charge this first time," she blurted.

A slow, sly smile crept over his mouth. "Is that all? You can tie me up, spank my ass, blindfold me, well, that would suck because those freckles, that skin, those fucking breasts are so hot I'd hate not to be looking at them. But do what you will. I am yours to command."

"Really?"

He laughed. "Ella, yes. I want you. We're halfway to naked, and what do I care if you want to hold the reins? Tell me what to do, whatever."

Cope had been so worried she would put a halt to the entire thing, and this is all she needed? He'd go buy her bitch boots and a whip if she wanted it. He got it; she'd been controlled, and she wanted some control now. Fine. What did he have to lose by letting her have it?

Sexy Wednesday

    I've decided to start a weekly Wednesday meme called Sexy Wednesday. In other words this is something sexy for Hump day. It could be a scene, man candy, etc....stick around to see what's in store. 

THIS week...

    I've chosen a scene from Be with Me by Maya Banks. I love this book dearly and even though this scene isn't smut hot, it's a tease and adorable. If you haven't read this...you should. Enjoy!

His gaze met hers again as he kissed her pinky. “Why don’t you crawl up and get comfortable, and I’ll find us a loud, obnoxious movie. I’m looking forward to spending the time with you, and I’d rather not waste it analyzing my sanity or lack thereof.”

Call her nuts, or crazy, or maybe as insane as he was, but she leaned forward and kissed him. Maybe she needed to prove to herself that she wasn’t running, or maybe she just wanted to make the move for once. Whatever the case, she found her lips pressed to his, inhaling his sexy male scent.

He stilled against her, and then she heard his sharp intake of breath. She slid her hand over his chest and up the column of his neck. His goatee brushed against her chin, prickling, eliciting a shiver from her.

His lips were warm and pliant against hers. Soft, but not too soft. A hint of firmness.

She sank her teeth into his bottom lip, and he groaned.

Slowly, she pulled away. Her breath came erratically. His eyes were half-lidded as he stared at her, desire clouding the blue eyes, darkening them to midnight.

As if he sensed the moment was over, he turned away and got off the bed. He walked to the TV and knelt to dig in the cabinet where the movies were stored.

Regina crawled up and settled among his pillows. She sucked in several steadying breaths. Wild. Hungry. Those were words that came to mind after kissing Sawyer. She knew he wasn’t the type for frilly lovemaking. She knew it long before that night a year ago.

He wasn’t the soft, sensitive kind who could murmur just the right words and take all night to make love to a woman. He liked it hard, edgy, the rock-your-world kind of sex. And yet, when he touched her, she still felt . . . cherished.

There was an edge of steel to him, like having sex with him would be akin to chasing a storm. He’d held back the one time they’d made love. She knew it.

Part of her wanted to tap that wildness. The other part of her was scared shitless.

It was also why she was convinced that this thing . . . what they wanted . . . would never work. How could it when each of them held back, reserved that part of himself that made him uniquely him?

The mattress dipped as Sawyer eased onto the bed beside her. He pointed the remote at the television then turned back to her.

“You ready?”

She nodded, and he patted the pillow he was resting on. She moved over, and he raised his arm so she could nestle in the crook of his shoulder.

“Put that hand on my chest so it doesn’t get bumped or smushed,” he said.

She smiled and settled her brace across his body. His arm tightened around her, and his fingers brushed up and down her arm from her shoulder to her elbow.

“This is nice,” he murmured. “Been a long time since we did this.”

Yeah, it had. And she was to blame. She’d missed it too, though.

Despite the action and noise of the movie, she settled into a comfortable haze. Sawyer’s body heat seeped into her and lulled her closer to sleep.

“Sawyer, for God’s sake, turn the damn TV down. You’re going to wake—”

Regina turned to see Cam standing in the doorway in just his shorts. His hair hung to his shoulders with just enough muss to make him look damn sexy.

“You were saying?” Sawyer said dryly.

Cam walked into the bedroom. “Sorry. Didn’t know you were up, Reggie. I could hear the TV all the way in my bedroom, and I worried it would wake you.”

She smiled. “I couldn’t sleep, and Sawyer was the only one up.”

“You could have wakened me. I wouldn’t have minded.” He turned his attention to the TV. “What are you guys watching?”

“Rush Hour,” Sawyer replied.

Regina lifted her hand off of Sawyer’s chest and carefully patted the space beside her. “Want to watch?”

Cam climbed onto the bed and lay down beside Regina, his shoulder touching her back as she turned toward Sawyer once more.