sexy

That was when my hard persona cracked and shattered into pieces. My hands shook as I wiped away all of the tears streaming down my face. The hysteria that I__ held in all night fled my body.

If I thought I__ been drawn to her, now I knew, I__ been taken,kidnapped,caged,destroyed,and all the other things that went with someone having complete power over another.

Those fake blue eyes stared back, mocking me. At least the tears didn__ show. Thank God. Instead, they ducked back into my eyelids as I tucked my sadness back into my core.... The more my mind flew off in one direction, the more my sanity shattered into pieces that no one could sweep up and glue back together.

Weed etiquette rule - whoever rolls the joint, gets the first hit.

I am tired of being used, hurt, and cast aside. It is my turn to use. My turn to hurt.

Her eyes widened. I assumed in alarm, but who the hell knew what was going on in her stubborn head. I took the coffee cup from her hand and rested it on the grass next to mine. I leaned in toward her slowly. Her eyes remained steady on mine. Just as I was so close I could feel her warm erratic breath on my face, her hand landed on my chest.__hat are you doing?_ she whispered.Maintaining eye contact I smiled, reached out, held the back of her head and pulled her closer still. __hat I should have done ten years ago._ ~ Preston, A Perfect Moment

Despite the gentlemanly kiss, a ferocity burned behind his gaze promising something primal.

And he kissed her. Slow, hot and oh so heavy. It wasn__ a kiss of love or romance. It wasn__ probing or questioning. It was simple; conquer. He kissed her like it was all he wanted. He kissed her like it was all that she needed and in that moment it was.

It was just a quick touch of his lips and it left her breathless, as always. In that moment his kiss infuriated her. This was only supposed to happen in the movies! It was a feeling designed by books! She wasn__ supposed to feel her lungs seize and butterflies were not supposed to run rampant in her stomach, just because a man pressed his lips to her lips

Grabbing her close to him, he spun her around and pushed her against the wall. They needed something solid to keep them steady, because he didn__ see himself giving up those lips any time soon. He would kiss her until she lost her breath and it was only his lips on hers that kept her upright. Only the kiss that kept her breathing.

MUSIC. Tunneling right down into your CORE and SOULTIME. Hep, sloppy, SEXY and cerebral. Chancy and hip-swinging like ELVIS and your first teenage KISS.

I won__ touch you,_ I assured him, knowing I could throw a burst of energy that would undoubtedly drop the curtain on the moment. __ have it under control.__e traced the line of my clavicle with this finger and kissed the corners of my mouth. __ot even if I ask? I want your fingerprints all over me like a crime scene.

He look at you not because you are sexy, but because your perfect smile.

Did you want to change into something more comfortable?_ Adrian asks with a raise in his eyebrows, breaking me out of my train of thought, but not away from naughty thoughts.I smack his knee. __'m comfortable, but I know you're not._ He doesn't mind dressing up, but on most days I see him in casual clothes like screen-printed tees and hoodies.__ou're right,_ he says, tapping my knee lightly, standing up. As he walks toward the hallway, he slips his shirt off the rest of the way. I can't look away from the sight, even if it is only from the back. Damn. What is happening to me? Have I gone mad?Before I can tear my eyes away from him, he turns around. Judging by the look in his eyes, I've been caught. I have so been caught. Damn again. I didn't want him to see me practically drooling. It's too late for that now.He smirks. __ou know, I could spend the rest of the night just like this._ He places a hand to the hard muscles of his chest.I clear my throat, trying really hard not to imagine my hand in place of his, and say, __f I'm wearing clothes, you're wearing clothes.___o if I'm not wearing clothes..._ I grab a coaster from the coffee table and fling it at him. He catches it in his hand. __ust remember, all you have to do is say otherwise.

I'm too sexy for a grocery store.

You're so full of it, darlin'.

You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his kneesExcerpt from To Kiss a King by Grace WillowsComing this summer to Amazon Kindle and paperback.

You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.