The Reason For Me by Prescott Lane #ExcerptReveal #UpcomingRelease @PrescottLane1 @ArdentPRose

Posted October 12, 2016 by Cyndi Becker 0 Comments

The Reason For Me by Prescott Lane
on October 19th, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Holt

She likes it quick and dirty.

I like orders and rules.

She hates small talk.

I hate to share.

SheÔÇÖs an open book.

IÔÇÖm a closed dresser drawer.

She rides a Harley.

And that drives me fÔÇÖing nuts.

Annalyse and I have both lived in our own personal hells for half a decade. SheÔÇÖs learned to love the warmth, and IÔÇÖm still consumed. But my new neighbor is stoking more than my libido these days. We agreed on only pleasure. But she changed the rules.

And now IÔÇÖm not even sure what they are.

Maybe thereÔÇÖs a reason she found me that night, maybe thereÔÇÖs a reason I canÔÇÖt stop thinking about her, maybe thereÔÇÖs a reason for the pain. Maybe not.

We all look for reasons in life. Reasons for death, love, pain. Why one thing happens and not another? ItÔÇÖs human nature. WeÔÇÖve been looking for the meaning of life since the beginning of time. But maybe the reason for all of it ÔÇö life, love, loss, heartache ÔÇö is the curvy brunette living next door.

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Annalyse

ThereÔÇÖs just something about being wrapped up in the right manÔÇÖs arms that makes your heart believe anything is possible.

But the heart is a liar ÔÇö a cruel, vicious liar.

ItÔÇÖs making me feel things that my head knows I shouldnÔÇÖt.┬á Holt told me he canÔÇÖt love me.┬á It was the first thing he said to me, so why is my heart telling me to believe the opposite?

Abruptly, I sit up and wipe water on my face before covering my chest with my hands.┬á He simply leans up and gently rubs my back.┬á ÔÇ£Cold?ÔÇØ he asks.

I nod and get to my feet, his hand running down my butt cheek as I step out of the tub and reach for a towel.  Holt darts up and stops me, his fingers circling my hips.

ÔÇ£You have bruises,ÔÇØ he says, causing me to look down.┬á HeÔÇÖs right.┬á A couple tiny bruises grace my hips.┬á He lightly grabs my hips, his fingers lining up with the marks on my flesh.

ÔÇ£DoesnÔÇÖt hurt,ÔÇØ I say, reaching out to him, but he steps back.

ÔÇ£YouÔÇÖre hurt because of me.ÔÇØ

I canÔÇÖt explain it, but I can see darkness cascade over him, like a storm you see coming over the horizon.┬á His eyes get darker; his body seems heavier.┬á The weight this man carries ÔÇö whatever it is ÔÇö is so huge, even the air in the room seems to change.┬á I should be scared, but IÔÇÖm not.┬á I can see it in his eyes ÔÇö the pain, the regret, the guilt.

ÔÇ£I just want to protect you,ÔÇØ he says, his voice low.

ÔÇ£Holt, I would tell you if you were too rough,ÔÇØ I say, stepping closer to him and stroking the stubble on his face.

His eyes spark, and he falls to his knees, kissing each bruise softly.┬á ÔÇ£Think I need to show you how good gentle can feel,ÔÇØ he says, standing and picking me up.┬á He carries me to the bed and lays me down, kissing my hair and whispering, ÔÇ£I want every inch of your body to remember me.┬á Remember the pleasure I give you.ÔÇØ A little moan escapes, and he chuckles low in his throat.┬á ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm going to make you wait this time.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£No,ÔÇØ I pout.

He raises his head and stares down at me.┬á ÔÇ£You like it quick and dirty, donÔÇÖt you?ÔÇØ he asks.┬á Before Holt, I waited five years to have sex again, so my body must think itÔÇÖs going to be sex deprived again, because heÔÇÖs right.┬á ÔÇ£Say it.┬á Tell me what you like.ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Quick,ÔÇØ I beg.┬á ÔÇ£I need to come ÔÇö now!ÔÇØ

ÔÇ£Demanding,ÔÇØ he smirks at me, pinning my arms overhead.┬á ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm the one who gives the orders, remember?”

I actually show my teeth.┬á ItÔÇÖs like IÔÇÖm a wild animal in heat.┬á You know, the kind you see on Discovery Channel when sex looks more like a fight?┬á He just leans down and kisses the tip of my nose.┬á I wiggle my hips, grinding into the length of him, hoping I can catch just the right angle to push him inside.┬á His tip lingers at my entrance ÔÇö Yes!┬á But just as I start to push into him, he lifts his hips up.

I actually show my teeth.┬á ItÔÇÖs like IÔÇÖm a wild animal in heat.┬á You know, the kind you see on Discovery Channel when sex looks more like a fight?┬á He just leans down and kisses the tip of my nose.┬á I wiggle my hips, grinding into the length of him, hoping I can catch just the right angle to push him inside.┬á His tip lingers at my entrance ÔÇö Yes!┬á But just as I start to push into him, he lifts his hips up.

ÔÇ£Bad girl.ÔÇØ┬á Then he lifts his eyes to mine and says, ÔÇ£I told you, no quick and dirty this time.┬á This is a sweet fuck.ÔÇØ

Sweet fuck?┬á Those words do not go together, but something about them makes my body relax.┬á And Holt feels it too, releasing my wrists, his tongue finding mine and slowly exploring my mouth.┬á This is the way he kissed me that first night on his patio ÔÇö softly and sweetly.┬á HeÔÇÖs winning me over already.┬á ThereÔÇÖs definitely something to be said for a patient man.

ÔÇ£Christ, you are so beautiful,ÔÇØ he whispers between kisses.

ÔÇ£Holt,ÔÇØ I say, my voice cracking.┬á ItÔÇÖs much easier to have him talk dirty to me than to hear him say sweet things.┬á Dirty talk equals fucking, not making love.┬á At least, itÔÇÖs easier to fool myself into believing that.┬á I guess dirty talk happens when you love someone, too.┬á But sweet talk doesnÔÇÖt happen when itÔÇÖs just sex.┬á It means something more.

His head lowers to my breast, his tongue circling my nipple, and then I feel it a whole lot lower, my legs clenching together.┬á His hand goes to my other breast, lightly pulling up the nipple while he sucks, licks, and circles the other with his warm mouth.┬á A tightness builds in my thighs, and a wave of heat flashes over my body.┬á I donÔÇÖt know how, but I know IÔÇÖm close.┬á Another wave comes over me, and I say a few dirty words in my head.

He keeps his eyes locked on mine as he slides down my body.┬á Clearly, he hasnÔÇÖt given up on taking his time.┬á He kisses my folds gently, like heÔÇÖs kissing my face, and my legs push together, but he brings my thighs to his shoulders and lightly runs his tongue across me.┬á ÔÇ£DonÔÇÖt hold back,ÔÇØ he says.┬á ÔÇ£You know I love it when you talk dirty.ÔÇØ┬á His eyes close, and he moans, sending this incredible vibration through me.┬á HeÔÇÖs being so gentle, so slow.┬á ItÔÇÖs making me lose my mind.

ÔÇ£Fuck me with your tongue!ÔÇØ┬á My eyes flash open.┬á The whispered dirty words in my head have flown out of my mouth.┬á His eyes catch mine, and he does exactly what I asked, slipping his tongue inside me.┬á Oh, I like this game.┬á Ask and I shall receive.

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About Prescott Lane

Prescott Lane is the author of First Position, Perfectly Broken, and her new release, Quiet Angel. She is originally from Little Rock, Arkansas, and graduated from Centenary College with a degree in sociology. She went on to receive her MSW from Tulane University, after which she worked with developmentally delayed and disabled children. She married her college sweetheart, and they currently live in New Orleans with their two children and two crazy dogs. Prescott started writing at the age of five, and sold her first story about a talking turtle to her father for a quarter. She later turned to writing romance novels because there aren't enough happily ever afters in real life.


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