Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Sexy Excerpt of Ardeur

Brody growled Ardeur's name while his nose and lips ran up and down the arch of the most gorgeous neck he'd ever seen. He wondered how his luck could ever have changed to be good enough to, not only have found her, but to have her love him as well.

Small hands bunched in his shirt and pulled upward to bare the ridges of his stomach. “On the bed. I want to feel your skin on mine, Puppy.”

Those words and the grind of Ardeur's hips against the hard, thick bulge inside his pants turned him around to prop the delicate woman wrapped around him against the door. He growled and pulled off her shirt, his hips parrying with hers thrust for thrust.

“Your rules, Goldie.” Brody's shirt hit the ground right behind Ardy's and he leaned in to kiss her while backing them toward the bed.

His hand explored the concave dip of her belly up the creamy soft skin of her ribs. Brody knew she was ticklish there but Ardeur gave no indication of laughing as his fingers brushed over her skin. He cupped the swell of a breast; the dusky pink tip of it was hard against his palm.

The wolf was chomping at the bit to stake its claim. Mine. Brody dipped his mouth to claim Ardeur's in a heated kiss. Their tongues meshed, teeth bumping in the urgent need to get inside each other. He was trembling; his need to claim her held tightly in check. Slow. Can't rush or scare her. Slow.

Keeping calm was becoming harder and harder with each touch of her hands on his chest, the ridges of his abdominal muscles. He felt alive under her touch as they stretched out on the bed, their bodies aligned as if made for each other.

Ardeur moaned softly when he broke the kiss to trail smaller ones down over her throat. His blood was rushing so hard and fast that he almost missed it when she spoke. “Puppy.” She hesitated when his eyes flicked up to meet hers. “Those rules I mentioned?”

“Anything you want, Goldie. Anything.” It was killing him to keep his body still while he waited for her next words but it was all worth it when she spoke next.

“Ignore every damn rule I ever made about keeping clothes on. Please?”

Her feet hooked in the waistband of his jeans and nudged them down over his backside.

“Wait.” Brody turned and sat to remove his pants with his back turned to her. There was something in the pocket he'd been surprised she'd missed while their bodies ground together and he pulled it out now. He sat looking at the small, black velvet box until he felt a light touch in the middle of his back.

“Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” He heard the fear and uncertainty in her voice and felt like shit for putting it there, but it couldn't be helped.

He turned and faced her, his eyes devouring the beauty of the woman sitting half-naked on his bed. She was beautiful; her skin flushed with desire, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. “You didn't do anything wrong, baby. I did.”

Ardeur's eyes rested on the box in his hand and he couldn't help but smile as he flipped it open and pulled out the antique diamond ring.

“This belonged to my Ma. She told me that when I found the right girl, no matter how much my head fought it, my wolf would know it the minute we found her.” He smiled and held out his hand to her. “I don't think the wolf and I have ever been more in agreement on anything in my life than we are about how much we want you with us forever.”

The light touch of her hand in his was all the answer Brody needed. He slipped the ring on the third finger and leaned down to kiss it. “It fits. Perfectly.”

I looked from the ring on my finger to the man who'd put it there and back. I closed my fingers around his much bigger ones and tugged.

“Come here and kiss me. Make love to me, Brody.”

His eyes had gone back to hazel while he'd proposed and the gold flashed back into them at my words. Elation ran down my spine at the sight of his golden irises. I'd done that. Me.

I ran my hand down between the two of us and brushed my fingers over the bulge in his underwear. The groan he gave up and the shudder that racked him told me just how much he wanted what I had offered. “I want you. All of you all over me.”

“Thank God.” The words where whispered against the curve of my neck. Brody took his time with the removal of the remainder of our clothes. He left me in nothing but my bare skin beneath the heat of his gaze.

Brody ran his hands over my legs, his touch slow and gentle on the way down. I watched with anticipation as he kissed his way back up my calf, over my knee and, finally my thigh.

It was all I could do not to burst into a full body blush as his eyes stared at what lay at the apex of my thighs. His lips on my skin as Brody worked his way up my legs were like a brand searing his name everywhere they touched. “Brody, please.” I didn't know what he planned to do next, but I was so ready to find out.

Brody was about to die with the need to taste her when Ardeur pleaded with him in that sexy, sultry voice he loved so damn much. He licked lips, which had gone suddenly dry, and bent to press them in a series of small kisses further up her thighs to the quivering muscles of her stomach. She whimpered when he bypassed her core to lick and nip over the smooth golden skin of her belly while his hands worked to spread her out for him.

Gods above she's - he cut the thought off and looked Ardy in the eyes. “You're beautiful.” Brody dipped his head and placed a long lick over the moist pink part of her that he'd been waiting to touch. He growled as the sweet and fresh taste of her washed over his tongue. “Like tangerines. You taste like sweet tangerines.”

“Shit, yeah.”

Ardeur's hand dug into his hair, her hips rose off the bed despite the hand splayed across her belly to keep her still. He licked, sucked and nipped her as he'd wanted to do since their first kiss in the library. His hand ghosted up her leg, the muscles under her skin bunching under his touch as he got closer and closer to ground zero and sank a long finger inside the slippery heat of her.

Her gasp at his intrusion stopped Brody cold. He cleared his throat and looked up at her. “Goldie, are you okay?”

“Puppy, if I was any more okay - I'd explode.”

She ground against his hand and it was all he needed. Brody moved up her body, the tanned and freckled width of his chest inches from the soft golden mounds of her breasts. His thumb brushed back and forth over the swollen nub of her clit in lazy circles he knew would drive her crazy with need.

He was so hard it hurt, but for her, he'd suffer until she was ready for him. “More?”

“You. I want you.” Ardy hooked her leg around his waist, the golden skin sliding over his hip and snuggling the heat of her core against his straining erection. “Please, Brody.”

Brody knew what it was she wanted, and as much as he wanted to give it to her - he wanted to bring her to completion just once before he took her virginity. “I've got you baby, but not yet. Just a bit more and then you can have me.”

The small moans and shallow breaths of initial pleasure soon turned to whimpers, pleas and quick gulps for breath as he added another finger inside of her. He angled each stroke to hit her in just the right spot and her small cries told him she was well on her way to finding her release.

Ardeur was so sexy writhing beneath him that it took every bit of his will power not to roll her flat and plunge inside of her. Instead, he did the only thing he could - Brody sealed his mouth to hers and swallowed her cries as the love of his life came against his hand.

When her body began to quiet, Brody eased Ardeur to her back and settled between her thighs. The tip of his erection found her entrance and pushed in until just the head of him was sheathed inside her. “Goldie, are you okay?”

“Mhmm.” Ardy licked her lips. Her nails dug into his back breaking the skin as she tilted her hips to help guide him in. “I'll be perfect once you're inside of me.” Her hips rocking forward pushed him in further; the slippery heat inside of her did the rest of the work.

“You know I love you, right?” His heart was racing with fear and lust. He was scared to death of hurting her, but couldn't hold himself back with her any longer.

Ardeur opened her eyes and looked at him. He could see the love and trust she felt in them.
“I love you too. So much and, Brody, I want this. I want you.” She leaned up and kissed him softly. “Do you understand? I'm ready for this. For us.”

Brody slid home, the thin membrane of Ardeur's virginity no match to the need he had to be deep inside of her, to claim what was his. She gasped as he pushed through the barrier, stilling him immediately in fear of her freaking out and rejecting him.

Her hips moved against him, the movement so small he wouldn't have noticed it if he wasn't buried to the root inside of her body. “I'm okay. It doesn't hurt.” She tested the waters again and smiled at him. “I'm not afraid. You wouldn't hurt me and neither would the wolf.”

“I know.” He couldn't believe his luck when she shifted her hips again and his own responded. She was amazing, simply amazing.

Pulling back, he entered her once more, slowly progressing inch by inch, moving back and forth until he was drenched in sweat from his efforts to control the strength of each thrust.

The noises Ardeur made in bed - every sigh, moan and cry - had become familiar to him as they'd explored and learned each other. This new one, part way between a grunt, a moan and a sigh stopped Brody mid-thrust to question if she was alright. “Ardeur? Goldie?”

Beautiful blue eyes, darkened by passion, reflected his golden glow back at Brody when she opened them.

“Puppy, if you stop now I'll never forgive you.”

Holding back was no longer an option, that much he knew when she locked her arms around his neck and pulled him down into a hot, sultry kiss. Brody could feel every moan, every gasp of pleasure Ardeur took, run through him straight to the point where their bodies joined. “I love you, Ardeur. Damn it, I love you so much it hurts.”

“I love you, too.” Brody's hips pumped against mine with increasing fervor. The way he slid in and out of me felt like nothing I could have imagined. Every nerve ending felt alive and ready to burst at the slightest provocation. Each muscle tight with pent up energy waiting to spill out with just the right touch, the right angle of penetration.

The second orgasm was even better than the first. It started with the small but strong contractions of the muscles surrounding the heavy thickness of Brody's shaft and spread from there.

Our hips met somewhere in the middle. Mine rose from the mattress and his came down to impale me again and again. What had started out as sweet and gentle had progressed to needy and frenzied.

Where I ended and he began blurred until we cried out our mutual release into a kiss that was as greedy and molten as our bodies had been with each other.

Brody rolled so that I lay sprawled and quivering on top of the heaving mass of his chest. We were both fighting to remember how to breathe while our bodies quaked and our hearts thundered in the aftermath.

“Are you okay, baby?”

I could hear the concern in his voice - the nervous, worried energy of his wolf swirling over my skin like a prickly wool blanket.

“Okay is such an understatement, Puppy.” I kissed his chest, just above where his heart thudded, and looked up to give him a cat-who-ate-the-canary grin. “I'm fantastic.”

His relief was tangible, the prickly blanket on my skin fading to be replaced with a delicious warmth of happiness. “Damn right you are.”

Strong, warm hands stroked the fall of hair over my back and shoulders. “Thank you for loving me, and trusting when I didn't trust myself.”

The last bit had been whispered but I'd caught it and slid up to kiss him. “You never have to thank me for loving you. Ever. You deserve to be loved and I'm thrilled that you chose me to love in return.” I smoothed my hands over his flushed cheeks and smiled. “I trust you with my life, Brody. Never doubt that.”

He studied my face and waited patiently while I considered my words.

“You made this beautiful for me when anyone else would have taken what they wanted and not cared about how it was for me.”

“Yeah.” Brody gently slid me to the mattress next to him and sat up on the side of the bed. He leaned over to put his elbows on his knees and I heard him breathing deeply. “Thirsty?”

I could sense that his mind was troubled and sat up as he reached for the bottle of water on the side table. “Brody? Talk to me. What's wrong?” My hand touched the middle of his broad back and pulled back when he flinched. “Was it something I said?”

The crack of the seal on the bottle split the silence. I waited while he took a sip of water and finally turned to pin me with his warm eyes.

“You were right when you said I would never take anything from you without your consent.” He turned and faced me fully. “I will die for you. I would sell my soul so I would never have to worry about you crying a tear of sadness ever again.” He closed his eyes and exhaled loudly. “I'm also worried that this - it's all a dream, or I'm crazy and none of this is real.”

“Does this feel like a dream to you?” My hand closed over his much larger one and placed it over where my heart beat beneath my breast. “With every beat it calls out your name.” I reached out to caress his cheek with my other hand. “I am here. I am yours and I am not going anywhere. You've got me forever and there isn't anything of mine that you are not wholly welcome to. I give it all to you freely and without reservation.”

I hoped that he understood and that what I'd said eased his worry, even if it was just a bit.

Brody turned his face toward my hand and kissed my wrist while his eyes met and locked with mine. “It helps, a lot.” He flashed me one of his charming smiles and pulled me into a kiss that had my toes curling into the sheets with its intensity. “Now, are you thirsty?”

“Yeah.” I laughed and he turned to retrieve another bottle of water from the side table. “I could use something cold right about now.” The curve of his back was irresistible to me. I reached out and trailed my fingers over the tanned, freckled and downright sexy line of him. “And then I want some more of you.”

By Danielle Gavan

Book 1 Abbey of Angels

Born a necromancer…

Sold by parents who wanted a normal child, Ardeur Lisle now hosts a demon and was trained to be a killer for hire. As an adult possessed, dreaming of escape and of a kind face from her childhood helps keep her sane.

If she breaks free from her captors, what will this new world full of paranormal beings hold for her? Ridding herself of her demon parasite will be her first priority.

A promise kept...

Brody Callaghan never forgot the angelic blonde from his childhood. After years of military service, he swears to track down the face still haunting him from his youth.

But Brody has a furry secret of his own; one unveiled with each full moon. Will the two hold onto love with danger, deception, and an obsessed angel driving them apart?

About the Author:

Danielle Gavan lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband of eight years and their two sons. Danielle has been writing since she was in middle school.
She loves a good book and is usually found with her nose in one. She has an extensive list of them on her book pile. When she's not writing or reading, Danielle keeps herself busy designing book covers and editing.

Her guilty pleasures are her favorite television shows Bones, House and Hawaii Five-0.

Danielle welcomes email and you may contact her at daniellegavan@rhpublishing1.com.

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