| Author: | Becca Sinh | ISBN: | 9781466146501 |
| Publisher: | Boruma Publishing, LLC | Publication: | February 6, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Becca Sinh |
| ISBN: | 9781466146501 |
| Publisher: | Boruma Publishing, LLC |
| Publication: | February 6, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Cassandra couldn't figure out why Hollywood superstar Aristotle Gardan seemed to find her so fascinating...but she wasn't going to question her good fortune! Little did she know that Ari burned to be her first lover, and teach her about the amazing joys of sex outside by his big moonlit swimming pool!
Cass tried very hard to purge the image of Ari clad in nothing but skintight swimming trunks from her vivid imagination. But how could she, when he was standing so close that she could feel the heat of his long, lean body right through her flimsy blouse? She’d watched every movie he’d ever made, and every scene where he’d been half-naked was permanently engraved in her photographic memory.
Her fingers curled into helpless fists as flames burned right through her belly, spreading tingles across her skin in quick, rippling bursts. Her breath wanted to emerge in quick pants, and it took every ounce of willpower she possessed to keep from moaning with mingled fear and burgeoning lust.
Cass was fighting the urge to touch him; Ari was too experienced with women to miss the little telltale signs. And her pulse was hammering--he could feel it thrumming beneath her skin when he deliberately slid his hand down her slender back.
A blistering jolt of anticipation rioted through his veins. She was such an unexpected mix of contradictions, bold and sassy one moment, yet virginally wary and innocent the next!
Innocence had always spurred his need to protect...but at a deeper level, it inflamed his hormones to unbearable heights. And there was something about her shy blush that kindled his desire like a forest fire blazing out of control. Fierce need began to hammer in his veins like a quick drum tattoo when he felt the quick shiver that rippled down her spine.
Of their own accord, his hands rose to cup her slender hips and draw her back against his chest. He felt, more than heard, her quick gasp of surprise. Tiny flames seemed to sparkle against his palms, so that his fingers moved restlessly, caressing through the fine material of her wraparound skirt.
“Cass.” He breathed in the fragrant scent of her long, curling hair, and felt hunger rise in him, hot and hard, straining for release. His muscular thighs grazed against hers, and the roaring of his blood swelled like thunder, blocking out any soft sound she might have made.
Cassandra couldn't figure out why Hollywood superstar Aristotle Gardan seemed to find her so fascinating...but she wasn't going to question her good fortune! Little did she know that Ari burned to be her first lover, and teach her about the amazing joys of sex outside by his big moonlit swimming pool!
Cass tried very hard to purge the image of Ari clad in nothing but skintight swimming trunks from her vivid imagination. But how could she, when he was standing so close that she could feel the heat of his long, lean body right through her flimsy blouse? She’d watched every movie he’d ever made, and every scene where he’d been half-naked was permanently engraved in her photographic memory.
Her fingers curled into helpless fists as flames burned right through her belly, spreading tingles across her skin in quick, rippling bursts. Her breath wanted to emerge in quick pants, and it took every ounce of willpower she possessed to keep from moaning with mingled fear and burgeoning lust.
Cass was fighting the urge to touch him; Ari was too experienced with women to miss the little telltale signs. And her pulse was hammering--he could feel it thrumming beneath her skin when he deliberately slid his hand down her slender back.
A blistering jolt of anticipation rioted through his veins. She was such an unexpected mix of contradictions, bold and sassy one moment, yet virginally wary and innocent the next!
Innocence had always spurred his need to protect...but at a deeper level, it inflamed his hormones to unbearable heights. And there was something about her shy blush that kindled his desire like a forest fire blazing out of control. Fierce need began to hammer in his veins like a quick drum tattoo when he felt the quick shiver that rippled down her spine.
Of their own accord, his hands rose to cup her slender hips and draw her back against his chest. He felt, more than heard, her quick gasp of surprise. Tiny flames seemed to sparkle against his palms, so that his fingers moved restlessly, caressing through the fine material of her wraparound skirt.
“Cass.” He breathed in the fragrant scent of her long, curling hair, and felt hunger rise in him, hot and hard, straining for release. His muscular thighs grazed against hers, and the roaring of his blood swelled like thunder, blocking out any soft sound she might have made.
