Excerpt – Dripping wet, soapy and naked

They got to the guys’ apartment a little early but no one complained. She’d been to their place before, but tonight she was meeting Jack for a date, and that made everything different. She’d never looked past the small living room before, but this time she noticed the bathroom mirror still fogged up from the shower. An image of Jack dripping wet, soapy and naked, flashed through her mind, and she had to brace her hand on the couch to keep her balance. Was he still in the bathroom… in nothing but a towel? No, he was in his bedroom getting dressed.

Jack’s bedroom. She’d never paid much attention to it before. The door hung partially open providing a peek at his cluttered desk, next to his headboard. Jack’s bed. A little tingle shot though her lower belly at the sight of it. She definitely had to get a better look—up close and personal—but just then he nudged the door open with his elbow, pulling his shirt over his head.

She caught her breath. Mmm… I just love broad bare shoulders on a man. The muscles in his chest flexed and stretched as he pulled his shirt down, and she caught a glimpse of a nasty scar on his tight abdomen. What’s the story behind that one?

“Hi Sara,” Jack said.

Did he know she’d never seen him without his shirt? If she had her way, she’d be seeing him like that much more often. “Hi.”

“You look beautiful.” He lifted her face in his hands, kissing her softly.

She slid her arms around his waist and pulled him against her body, opening her mouth under his and giving him just a taste of what she had to offer. It felt so good to kiss him, to hold him after all this time. Why had they waited so long?

“Mmm… you feel so good,” he whispered, his tongue flicking her ear.

“So do you.” She sighed and snuggled against his strong chest. A normally skilled conversationalist no matter what the circumstances, her brain had turned to mush tonight. She couldn’t think straight, but no matter; she just wanted to kiss Jack again. Her hand slid into his hair and she tugged him down, kissing him while he held her tight.

“Let’s go, man.” Austin punched Jack’s shoulder on his way to the front door. “Plenty of time for that later.”

He growled and Sara laughed, turning his face back to her and giving him another quick but tempting kiss. “Later,” she whispered on his lips.

“I can’t wait.” He thrust his tongue in her mouth, teasing her with his intentions—good and bad.

A ringing cell phone destroyed their moment. “Damn it!” Sara reached into her bag. “I thought I turned it off.”

“Is it him again?” asked Jane.

“Ugh. Yes.”

“Who?” said Jack.

“David. He’s been calling me all day. I told him I was going out tonight, but apparently he doesn’t care.”

“Ignore it.” He pulled her toward the door. “Let’s go.”

As soon as her phone stopped ringing, it started again. “I gotta tell him to stop.”

“Forget about him. Come with me.”

She didn’t want to talk to David. Not now. She wanted to be with Jack. “If I don’t answer, he’ll keep calling.”

“Turn it off.”

Sara let go of him and walked back into the living room. “I’ll just tell him—”

Jack grabbed her arm and his blue eyes flashed. “Don’t answer it.”


Secret Storm is now available on Kindle, Bookie Jar, Barnes & Noble and Smashwords. Also available in paperback.

About ameliajamesauthor

Amelia James started reading steamy romance novels in junior high, but her mom took them away from her, so she started daydreaming instead. After she got married, she wrote some of her naughtier daydreams down and sent them to Playgirl magazine. Two of them got published. She kept daydreaming and writing stories until her dirty stories turned into trashy books. She lives in Colorado, but she’ll always be a loyal Wisconsin Cheesehead. When she’s not lusting after her next bad boy hero, she looks for inspiration in sci-fi and action movies, football players, bloodsucking lawyers, muscle cars, and kick-butt chicks.
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