Meet Aaron & Christa in Completely
Captivated
by AD Justice!
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Full Blurb
Aaron Rivers
Christa was the exact opposite of every woman who’d shared my bed for
a night.
All I could think about was getting to know her intimately. She
completely captivated me.
Then, as usual, I screwed up everything.
My life. Her life. Our love.
Now her old crush is back in town, and he set his sights on Christa.
But she’s mine. I’ll be damned if he gets her.
I will win her back before he wins her over.
Christa Lanes
Aaron breezed into my coffee shop and right into my heart.
He was gorgeous, confident, and sexy.
Out of all the women who threw themselves at him, he wanted me.
Against my better judgment, I took a chance.
Then he took our new life away.
When I was at my darkest, my lifelong friend Jared pulled me through,
only to tell me he wants to take Aaron’s place.
But can I give my heart to Jared when Aaron already stole it?
Excerpt
The moonlight shone
directly through her bedroom window, casting its silvery light across her naked
body. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears that she quickly blinked back. My
hands reached out to her and cupped her face to kiss her deeply. I tasted the faint
sweetness of alcohol. With my intensity increased, I poured every bit of my
love into the kiss, willing her to feel it and take her fill of it. I gently
pushed on her shoulders, silently instructing her to sit, and then I helped her
move up to the head of the bed.
I started at her feet,
kissing, licking, sucking, and nipping my way up and down each leg. I took my
time loving her, worshiping her entire body, and pouring my whole heart into
her. Then I worked my way back up her leg, stopping momentarily at her core to
meet her gaze. My chest clenched at her expression. It was a mixture of the
worst pain, the purest bliss, and the deepest love I’d ever seen. That
expression would haunt me—later. I’d berate myself for causing her so much pain
and confusion, but for as long as she’d let me stay, my sole focus was to make
her feel better.
I dipped my head and
sucked her clit into my mouth. She gasped and grasped my hair in her fingers.
Intermittently, I sucked on it lightly then gently ran my tongue over, under,
and around it repeatedly. I moved slowly at first, savoring her natural flavor
and every sound of approval she made. The intensity inside her was building to
massive levels. She was so close but not quite there yet—but she would be there
many times before I was done.
“I fucking love how
you taste. And the sounds you make. The way your tiny fists pull my hair just
before you come. Your breathy voice when you scream my name.” Her body melted
under my touch, my words only adding to her need for more.
I increased the suction
on her clit then scraped my teeth across it. Her hips bucked upward
involuntarily. Her grip on my hair increased, slightly tugging on it and
pulling me closer to her at the same time. Her hungry moans were sexy enough to
push me over the edge before she even touched me, but I retrained my focus on
her pleasure.
I wrapped my arms
under and around her legs and pulled her core to my mouth, and I hungrily
lapped her up. After a quick dart of my tongue in and out of her pussy before
rolling it inside her, she almost sat straight up from the intensity. When she
fell back against the pillows, I continued assaulting all her senses. My hot,
wet tongue found her nub once again before my lips closed around it and my
finger thrust into her waiting entrance.
As I pushed it in, her
moans became louder and her grip became tighter. I deliberately moved my finger
in and out of her at a leisurely pace. The need to see her almost matched my
need to have her, so I raised my eyes to watch her. Her neck was arched back,
her eyes welded shut, and her mouth was agape, with her sexy moans
involuntarily escaping at my ministrations. With an added second finger filling
and stretching her, I increased the pressure and crooked them to catch the spot
that sent her over the edge.
“Aaron,” she screamed,
and it was the sweetest music.
I pressed on until she
rode the last wave of her orgasm and soaked my hand. When I pulled my fingers
out of her, she opened her eyes in time to see me put them in my mouth and lick
her essence off them. Her lips parted and her eyes widened. The pulse in her
neck jumped in time with her pounding heart. She tried to pull me to her, but I
gently nudged her back down, silently shaking my head side to side.
Her responding grumble
made me smile against her skin as I continued licking, nipping, and sucking my
way up her stomach and ribs until I reached her breasts. The stubble of my
unshaven jaw rubbed against her soft skin, leaving light red abrasions like
they were my own personal branding iron. My possessive side appreciated the
fact that her skin held my mark. She was mine,
after all, and I was determined to win her back. When I reached her breasts, I
took one into my mouth, sucking and biting on her nipple while my hand kneaded
her other breast. My thumb and middle finger closed around the taut peak of her
nipple, and I continued my double assault on her. Her fingers gripped my
shoulders and back, her nails dug into my skin in response to the powerful
sensations.
“Aaron,” she panted.
I raised my head to
meet her eyes, yet I was afraid to speak the words that were on the tip of my
tongue. Afraid the words would break the spell, and she’d tell me to leave.
That she’d realize this wasn’t just a dream she’d later wake up from and
instantly regret her middle-of-the-night phone call.
“Aaron, if you don’t
take me now, I will leave and find
someone else who will!”
Her words struck a
chord in the hidden chasms of my mind. I knew her declaration was part bluff
and all frustration, but that very thought had tormented me countless times
every night. The thought spurred me to speak my mind, my response leaving no
room for discussion or argument.
“The. Hell. You. Will.
You are mine, Christa. For better or
for worse. Till death do us part. And
it’ll be over my dead fucking body that any other man touches you–or it’ll be his fucking death.” I meant every word
of it.
Her eyes widened in
surprise, studying my face and partly losing the glazed look of desire. I
sensed my fear was about to come true—she was on the verge of realizing our rendezvous
was a huge mistake and making me leave. So I decided to finish what she asked
me to start. I aligned the head of my cock at the entrance of her wet core then
slowly pushed into her, giving her body time to adjust to my size.
Once I’d pushed in to
the hilt, burying myself fully inside her, I curled my hips and thrust slightly
harder into her. I straightened my arms and looked directly into her eyes,
holding hers captive. The glazed look returned to her eyes, and her hands moved
to my chest, gripping, holding, and stroking me as I thrust into her harder and
harder.
When she closed her
eyes, I immediately issued an order. “Open your eyes and look at me. See me, Christa. You were made for me and
only me. You are like a finely tuned violin, custom-made to be played only by
my hands. Your body wraps around and fits me perfectly. I know every sound you
make, when your breathing changes, and only I can give you what your body
craves. I am the only man who can answer its call. You. Belong. To. Me. And I belong to you.” I kept my voice low and
let it flow across the air between us. Her inner walls quivered and squeezed me
as her body shuddered at my words.
I pulled her legs up,
wrapped my arms behind her knees, and increased the angle and depth of my
penetration. Christa grasped at the sheets, writhing beneath me in sheer
ecstasy. Harder and harder, I thrust into her over and over until her orgasm
completely took her over the edge. When she screamed out my name again, I felt
her tightness squeezing around me, holding me inside her and milking me for
everything I have. I gladly gave it to her, emptying myself deep inside her and
groaning with complete satisfaction as I said, “You have all of me.”
Meet
the Author
A.D.
Justice is the USA Today best selling author of the Steele Security Series
(Wicked Games, Wicked Ties, Wicked Nights, Wicked Intentions), the Crazy Series
(Crazy Maybe, Crazy Baby), the Dominic Powers series (Her Dom, Her Dom’s
Lesson), and two stand-alone books, Just One Summer and Intent.
When
she’s not writing, she’s spending time with her own alpha male character in
their north Georgia mountain home. She is also an avid reader of romance
novels, a master at procrastination, a chocolate sommelier, a twister of words,
and speaks fluent sarcasm. An avid animal lover, A.D. Justice has three horses,
two dogs, and one cat.
While
the primary focus of her books have been romantic suspense, she has plans to
expand into different sub-genres of romance. Stay tuned to read what she has in
store for you!
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