My lust for her had turned to desire within seconds, and I couldn’t stand the thought of not feeling her soft skin underneath my hands. I pulled her through the living room and down the hallway by her wrist and didn’t loosen my grip until we were standing in front of my bedroom door. I pressed my hard body against hers, forcing her body to stay unmoving between me and the hard wood door. My hand slowly moved from the soft skin on her exposed thigh, to the warmth of her lower back. Her skin felt like a live wire of electricity flowing beneath my touch. I needed her. I wanted her in way that I had never thought possible. Her lips parted and I could feel her warm breath glide across my face. I dipped my head and lightly pressed my lips to her neck. The small moan that escaped her mouth was my undoing, and there was no more holding back. I was going to make her mine.
Amanda currently lives in Utah with her many men (her husband, two little boys, and two dogs). She is an avid San Francisco 49ers and Dexter fan. In high school she developed a love for writing and storytelling, and in the past couple years has made it her passion as she just released her ninth book.
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