Read Hard Curves (Dangerous Curves Book 2) Online

Authors: Marysol James

Tags: #romance, #sex, #Contemporary, #Fiction, #Women's Fiction

Hard Curves (Dangerous Curves Book 2) (20 page)

His hand was busy between her legs, stroking her clit as it expanded and hardened under his touch. His other hand covered her breasts, holding her tighter against him. She gave a small cry as he started to move now, shallow little thrusts that hit something inside of her in just the right way. She dug her nails in to the sides of his huge thighs, her body straining.

“I love you, Naomi.” His voice was hot in her ear. “I missed you, baby. I missed this.”

“Me too.” Her head fell back on to his shoulder as he pushed harder, deeper. “Oh, Christ. You’re so amazing.”

“The feeling is mutual, believe me.” He moved both hands to her hips,
moving her on his cock, moving her faster. “Come for me. Come
with
me.”

“Oh,” she said. “Oh, God….yes…”

She arched her back now, her hands reaching up and behind her to grasp Matt’s neck. She opened her eyes, stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, then squeezed them shut again as her whole body started to tense for orgasm.

He felt it and with a groan, he sped up. His grunts echoed in her ear, his cock slammed in to her, his hands held her in place for him to drive his length home over and over again. Her muscles started to ripple on him, long waves of pleasure, and the clenching and loosening sent him over the edge.

With a growl, he thrust in to her as hard as he could, and that was what she needed. She came with a scream, her whole body shaking with the force of her climax. King bit down on her shoulder as he plunged once, twice more. He erupted, his fingers digging in to her hips, his whole body locked tight. He forgot to breathe, and he felt dizzy as stars exploded behind his eyelids.

"Jesus," he breathed, running his hands over and over her body. "
Jesus
, Naomi."

"Yeah," she agreed, still panting. "I'm with you."

"Are you?" he asked, turning her face to his. "With me?"

"All the way."

"You promise me?" His eyes were holding her in place. "You'll move in with me? Be with me all the time? Open up to me and talk to me and trust me?"

"Yes. Yes to all of it."

"Fuck, I love when you say 'yes' to me."

"Me too."

His kiss was a miracle of sweetness and she inhaled him. This rough man, this tender man, this man who had kicked down every single one of her walls and defensive barriers, wanted
her
. All of her, all the time. It was terrifying. It was perfect. It was what she wanted and damned if she was going to let it be taken away from her this time – not even by herself.

Gently, he pulled out of her and then stood up; on shaking legs, she turned in his arms and he held her. His breath was warm on her bare skin as he whispered, "You ready to go home?"

"I am."

"Two more things then, baby."

"OK. What?"

"First..." Matt walked over to his discarded jeans and reached in to the pocket. He pulled out a delicate silver chain and she gave a small gasp when she saw her necklace. "I want to give this back to you."

"Yes," she whispered.

Carefully, those large hands managed the tiny clasp. Naomi looked down, loving the feel of the silver ring against her skin. She touched it, ran her fingers along its curves. "I've missed wearing this."

"I've missed seeing it on you. It's yours, at least until we decide it's time for me to buy you a different kind of ring."

Surprised, she glanced up at him. "A – a ring?"

"Yeah." He grinned, all confident and cocky and gorgeous. "One with a diamond, one that I'll give to you on my knees."

She smiled. "I'll look forward to that."

"What? Seeing me on my knees?"

"Yep."

"Well, you won't have to wait too long."

"Why is that?"

"That's the second thing. I threw an entire package of rice on to our kitchen floor, and it's still sitting there waiting to be cleaned up."

She laughed. "Oh, yeah?"

"Uh-huh." He stroked her cheek. "So... let's go home and get on our hands and knees in the kitchen and pick up a million pieces of cold, sticky rice."

"
That
sounds like fun."

"Nope, chances are that it won't be, really. The fun will come after... when I get on my knees in front of you for a different reason."

Her breath caught. "And what reason would
that
be?"

"Now, now." Those gray eyes were smoky with lust, with want. "You'll just have to wait and see."

"
More
waiting?" she said with a teasing pout.

"Fair is fair, don't you think? I've been waiting for a while and now I do believe it's your turn."

"Hmmmm," she murmured as he nibbled on her neck, licked the tiny marks he left there. "Well, OK. I'll do that – and do you know why?"

"Nope. Why?"

"Because." She ran her fingers over his chest, felt his strong heartbeat. "You're worth waiting for."

"You too, honey. You always were."

Dear Reader,

I very much hope that you enjoyed King and Naomi’s story, and catching up with all the ‘Dangerous Curves’ characters.

‘Killer Curves’ (Dangerous Curves #3), Aidan and Gabriela’s story, will be published in February 2015. If you want to know when it is available for purchase, please check on one of my social media platforms (Twitter, Facebook, and my blog). I will be announcing its release in all of these places, and posting some teaser excerpts.
Thank you for reading!

Marysol

About the author

Marysol James is the author of the 'Open Skies', ‘Fighting For Love’, 'Unseen Enemy' and 'Dangerous Curves' series.

She writes steamy, sexy, slinky romances which feature strong, complex women and equally fascinating men. Marysol is interested in producing well-written and passionate stories with characters who learn to let go of control and to trust – both in and out of the bedroom.

Her stories are very sensual (very!), and offer smart plots, a bit of humor, and lots of character development, so her books will appeal to readers who want emotional connection as well as sexuality.

When not writing, Marysol can be found swimming, doing yoga, listening to music and drinking coffee. To stay up-to-date with her, visit her official author website at www.marysoljames.com

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