Excerpt and Appearances

A drive by today because I’m out and about! I’m guest blogging tomorrow at Sensual Reads with my other Wicked sisters, so be sure to drop by and comment for us! I’ll also be attempting to post an excerpt of The Bell Curve for Friday Foreplay tomorrow, yahoo willing.

And to compensate for my lack of TT, Here’s a naughty little bit of my WIP, Maya’s Web (NSFW words, please forgive any typos, this is NaNo after all):

Her breath was coming in short gasps and she could feel their hearts accelerating together–shared heartbeats being a quirk of bonding. Her hands clutched and released on his arms and back as he devoured her neck and shoulders. She could imagine the red welts raising there. Maya wondered if she’d have to wear high necked sweaters to work, then giggled at the idea.
Rashad stopped and looked up at her with one eyebrow raised. “Something ticklish?”
“Hardly,” she said, her voice a husky aroused growl. He heard it too, and a look of dark lust crossed his face. He grasped her wrists from his back and held him over her head.
“I want you to hold still,” he said quietly, and she nodded. She saw no reason to argue. He kept one hand on her wrists over her head, but the other he put flat against her breastbone, caressed her cleavage then moved further down, over the small swell of her belly and dipping into the small thatch of pubic hair. This time it did tickle, and she giggled again. He dragged his fingertips around the edge of her mons, and she squirmed beneath his weight. He just smiled and said, “Something ticklish?”
“Yes,” she gasped. He purred again, a sexy sound of pleasure, and kept at it, his feather light touch tracing the crease of her thigh and teasing the outer lips of her vagina until she was panting and squirming but not really trying to get away. “Augh, stop it!” she finally begged.
He stopped at once, but kept his hand tight over her wrists. “Do you want me to stop?”
Finally catching her breath, she thought about it. She was too old and had been around the block too many times to play coy. “No. I want more.”
A positively coyote grin spread over his features and he gripped her wrists even tighter. With his other hand he cupped her left breast, closing his thumb and forefinger over her nipple. He rolled the tender pink flesh between the balls of his fingers, then bent and took it in his mouth, tonguing her until she was squirming again beneath his firm grasp. Animal noises began to come from her throat and she could sense her coyote fighting inside her, close to the surface as she grew more and more aroused, wetness gathering and her clit throbbing, begging for attention.