Yes, the hero is a little, um, off the wall. But Tim is one of the sweetest guys I've ever written. He's also freaking hot.
And Carrie... Well, Carrie is unique. She's mouthy and fearless and she goes after what she wants, whether it's a story or a guy.
Short and hot, this was my first attempt at full-blown humor and, thankfully, readers actually thought it was funny! Yay, it worked.
Carrie Benton’s got the best job in the world working as a reporter for the Weekly News Journal. Chupacabra picnicking at the Jersey Shore? Check. Aliens in the White House? Absolutely. Bigfoot stalking the forests of northern Pennsylvania? Well, okay…but Bigfoot is so Left Coast.
Tim Sattizahn can’t believe his luck. The six-foot redhead who crashed into his forest during a snowstorm is gorgeous, funny and hot for him. Everything would be perfect except for the fact that she’s looking for Bigfoot.
And, unfortunately for Tim, she found him…
She shook her head. “I don’t want to watch TV.”
His mouth dried and he had to swallow to be able to speak. “Then what do you want to do?”
She lifted his hand to her breast, rubbing his knuckles over her pebbled nipple through his shirt. Her teeth bit into her bottom lip as she took a deep breath.
Okay, he could do that.
He lifted his other hand to join the first and watched her eyes flutter closed as her lips parted.
Pinching her nipples through the soft cotton, he teased the already hard tips until she moaned.
She liked him to pinch hard rather than soft, to knead the firm mounds rather than caress. He’d learned that much about her already. He wanted to know everything.
Her head dropped back, exposing her throat and he angled his head so he could nip at the soft skin below her ear. She had cute ears, small and perfectly round, unmarked by piercings. She didn’t have any other jewelry on her body except for a small silver ring on her right index toe that he’d only noticed a few minutes ago.
With his mouth still tasting her, he drew in a deep breath and noticed only the scent of vanilla lotion on her skin. She didn’t wear any makeup, which she didn’t need anyway.
Natural, fresh and refreshingly sexually open.
Was this his lucky day or what?
The answer was “Hell, yes” when she placed her hands on his hips and started a slow, sensual exploration of his skin. She touched every inch of exposed flesh she could reach, from his shoulders to his arms to his wrists. Her hands skimmed down his back to just above his jeans.
He groaned against her throat when her fingers slid around to the front, scratching lightly at the skin low on his stomach.
And when he felt her reach lower, his cock strained to break free of the waistband of his jeans. But still she didn’t touch him.
Just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, she slid her hands those few extra inches to the button on his jeans. But she didn’t unbutton them.
He froze, waiting for her next move.
Which didn’t come.
Instead, she tilted her head farther to the side and rolled her shoulder.
Ah. He strung kisses along her neck until he reached her jaw then followed the line of her jaw to her temple. Her hands responded by teasing his abdomen just above the waistband of his jeans.
Okay, she didn’t want to play board games, but this game was even better.
Keeping one hand on her breast, he slid the other down her side and around the back to smooth over her ass. On the downward glide, he caught the fabric of the boxers she wore between his fingers and gave a good tug.
Her fingers slid back to the front and carefully worked open the button before easing down his zipper. She had to struggle a little to get it over his erection but finally she managed it without catching anything vital in those metal teeth.
To reward her, he kissed her forehead and shoved the boxers off her hips, drawing his hand around to the front to stroke through the fine hair between her legs.
It was her turn to shudder, pressing her face against his chest as her hands froze in the process of pulling his jeans off his hips.
He stilled his fingers.
“Two can play this game,” she said.
“I thought we were.”
He felt her smile brush against his chest, then her tongue slicked out to lap at his skin. A shiver rattled his body and his hands flexed on her breast and her mound.
And it wasn’t a game anymore, unless she considered driving him out of his mind a game.
He didn’t know what else to say, only that he needed her to do something. Anything.
“I want your mouth on me.”
“Where do you want my mouth?” Her voice flowed like warm oil over his skin. “Here?”
His breath stilled as her lips brushed across his right shoulder.
His fingers slid a little closer to her clit. “No.”
“Here.” Her mouth slid down to his nipple, her tongue flicking over the hard nub, making him groan at the sensation.
“On my cock.”
“I think that can be arranged.”
With a shove, she pushed his jeans as far down his legs as they could go. Then she wrapped one hand around his shaft while the other cupped his balls.
And went to her knees