Title: Broken Beauty (Beauty #3)
Author: Skye Warren
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Skye Warren
Release Date: June 15, 2013
Heat Level: Sizzling
Word Count: 24,000
Available at: Amazon | ARe | B&N
Broken Beauty is a novella in the 'Beauty' serial. Don’t miss the first two installments, Beauty Touched the Beast available at Amazon, ARe and B&N, and Beneath the Beauty, available at Amazon, ARe and B&N.
Warning: This title is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes and/or situations and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some readers.
She left the bathroom and paused outside the closed door. All was quiet. She continued on without disturbing him. It was so early. Let him sleep.
The stairs were dark. She trailed her fingertips on the wall to find her way. Downstairs, she grabbed a banana from the bowl in the kitchen to eat on the drive home. In the shadowed foyer, she bent to slip on her shoes.
“Leaving without a goodbye?”
She turned at the low sound of Blake’s voice. He must have followed her downstairs, stealthy like a soldier. “You scared me.”
“I’m sorry,” he murmured.
She took a step toward him, hesitant. “No, I’m sorry for waking you.”
They were both lying. He didn’t like it when she slipped away, and she didn’t either. He came forward as she leaned closer. Strong arms pulled her to him. She rested her cheek against his bare chest, her sigh of relief mingling with his.
It was always a strain to leave him, even knowing they would see each other again soon. Perhaps because their relationship had to be secret. Their passion, their love for each other, existed only in the circle of their embrace.
She breathed him in, his sleepy male scent and faint musk of sex. Her body still hummed with remembrance of his touch, his tongue. His cock. Which was currently pressing against her hip.
She hid her smile against his neck. Morning wood was like God’s gift to women. Softened by sleep everywhere, except for there, hard and ready. What a beautiful way to start the day. Even at six a.m., he was primed for her, holding her tighter as her sex grew warmer, their bodies communicating in an ancient language. Her pulse, his groan. She pressed her lips to his collarbone. He crowded her back against the wall.
“I’ve got to go,” she said, even while she let her purse drop to the floor. Her wallet fell open on the tile, pens scattered as the contents spilled out, but she didn’t care about anything as long as he held her this way, as long as he surrounded her and ached with her. As long as they were together.
“Stay with me. Never leave.” He turned his words into action, pushing his hands beneath her shirt and tugging it over her head. He groaned at the sight of her bare breasts.
She bit her lip. “I couldn’t find my bra in the dark.”
He cupped one breast reverently. “Beautiful.”
She squirmed against the wall, aching for more. He was too gentle, too soft. He did it on purpose, the bastard. His tender admiration drove her crazy. She wanted more and harder and faster, and all he gave her was reverence.