Excerpt from Lessons for Teacher

WARNING: Adult content ahead!

Brady grinned. He took her bottle from her and set it on the windowsill behind her, then took her hand and led her to the dance floor.

Well, such as it was. An area near the stereo had been cleared for dancing and was packed with bodies moving to the music. There was barely room for Brady to squeeze in, much less the two of them, but still he rested his hands on her hips and pulled her close, close enough that every movement of her body, or his, put her in contact, belly to thigh. He was warm—very warm—and hard. All over. He tightened his fingers on her hips and drew her closer, so her belly rubbed against his groin. She was aware of his cock growing with the contact. Her gaze flicked to his as her face heated, and her sex melted.
He watched her with an unnerving intensity, as if he could see every thought and desire racing through her head, and was ready to make them all come true.

He slid one hand up to her waist so his thumb rode beneath her breast, and she wanted to shift to bring his touch against her nipple, which beaded in anticipation. Just the thought made her breast ache, her pussy contract. He swayed with her, slower than the music dictated. Slow and sexy and seductive. Tentatively, she pressed her stomach against his cock and slid up, then down the length. Heat flashed in his eyes, and his jaw tightened, clearly appreciating her daring.
The look he gave her encouraged her to take it further. She brushed her breasts against the wall of his chest.

“You know, I thought you probably had a great body, but it’s hard to tell with those clothes you usually wear.” He brushed his thumb along the underside of her breast before sliding his hand back to her waist.

She wanted to whimper in protest. Was she not adept at sending signals? “That’s kind of the point.”

“Yeah, but those skirts slay me. Some days all I can think about is getting my hands under them, shoving them all the way up.” His hands slid down the thighs of her jeans, up over her hips, his fingers digging in briefly, pressing her against him.

“Oh!” Her knees wobbled at the thought.

He lowered his head. “I think about putting you on that desk with your skirt around your waist and kissing you till you come.”

“Brady.” His name was a moan, but she didn’t look away. Couldn’t. How many times had she fantasized about the same thing?

“Truth or dare?” The words were a breath over her skin.

“Dare,” she managed.

“I dare you to come into the next room and make my fantasy come true.”

She drew away, just a few inches. “I’m not wearing a skirt.”

“I can work around that.”

Excerpt from Lessons for Teacher

Adult content ahead!

When he would have guided her toward the elevator, she headed for the stairs. The classroom was only on the third floor, but he wanted to be alone with her now, wanted to feel her mouth open for him, wanted to feel her body against him.
He consoled himself with watching her walk up the stairs ahead of him. What a great ass.
Then they reached the room and he turned her to him, his hand on her waist, diving in for a kiss.
She ducked away and let her bag slip to the floor. “Wait. I’ve got to lock the doors.”
“Right.” His head was so foggy with what was going to happen next that he’d forgotten about that.
She locked the one they’d just come in, then hurried down the steps of the auditorium-style classroom to lock the one by the lectern. She turned back and gasped to see he’d followed her.
He curved his hands around her slender waist, fighting his desire to rip her blouse off, and dragged her up on her toes to kiss her.
She leaned into the kiss smoothly, cupping the back of his neck, lips parted, her tongue slipping out to tease his lips. With a half-chuckle, half-groan, he invited her tongue into his mouth, letting her taste him, stroke along his tongue, the rhythm sweet and shy, such a contrast to the dark desire overwhelming him. He fisted his hands in her crisp blouse, drawing it free from her skirt.
She dropped back onto her heels, breathless, as he unbuttoned her blouse from the bottom up. The white fabric fell away to reveal a pink bra with sheer lacy cups. He met her gaze and grinned.
“That’s unexpected. If I’d know you wore stuff like that under your clothes, I would have acted sooner.”
“I don’t, always,” she said with a smile just this side of sultry. “Just today.”
“And tomorrow.” He slid his hands from the smooth skin of her waist up to cup both breasts, his thumbs circling over the dark tips. She drew in a sharp breath and let her head fall back, her hair tumbling free from the clip she wore. “I want to
know you’re wearing this tomorrow when you’re standing in front of the class.”
“Why do you want to know that?” The words ended in a groan.
“Because I want to know it’s for me.”

Excerpt from Lessons for Teacher

WARNING: Adult content ahead!

“Maybe I should be on top,” she said breathlessly, surprised by her own courage.
His nostrils flared. “Yeah?”
Nerves skittered through her as she sat up to make room for him. She hadn’t done a good job in the past, but she’d never been quite so motivated. “If I’m not any good, we can try another way.”
“Sweetheart, that’s so not what I’m worried about.”
He took up most of the bed, so she wondered how to mount him as she shimmied out of the thong. Carefully, she straddled him, barely finding space for her knees beside his hips. He stroked his palms up her thighs as she curled her hand around the base of his cock to bring him inside. “I’m worried about beating you to the finish.”
“I’m sure you can find a way to remedy that, should it happen.” She lifted up, dragged the head of his cock over her slick cleft, teasing her clit for a minute. She’d never had the confidence to do this, couldn’t believe she had the confidence now, sliding her hand up and down, her pussy up and down, watching his reaction. He held his breath, his hands on her hips. She took pity on him and took him into her, inch by inch. The tendons in his throat tensed, as well as his fingers on her hips, but he didn’t thrust up into her. Still, she felt the quivering in his body that told him he wanted her to take all of him.
Now.
So she did, wincing only a little when the head of his cock butted her cervix. God, she had never been so filled, so stretched, and she rolled into him, wanting to build on the sensation. She explored angles and rhythms while Brady choked out breaths beneath her, grasping for control as she discovered the effect his body could have on hers. His fingers relaxed when she found just the right angle, where the tip of his cock rubbed against a pleasurable spot, a pleasure that heightened when he added the brush of his thumb over her clit, rewarding her for each stroke, encouraging her to take him deeper, harder, faster.
The freedom, the power, was incredibly liberating. She was no longer aware of the protesting springs of the mattress—until the bed collapsed beneath them.

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A contest!

To celebrate the last week of school (FINALLY) and the release of my novella, Lessons for Teacher, I'm having contest. A random commenter will win a $10 gift certificate to The Wild Rose Press. All you have to do is name the hottest teacher depicted in TV or the movies! I'll even get you started!

Mr. Schuester on GLEE!

Mark Harmon in Summer School.

He's a coach but still sexy--Kyle Chandler in Friday Night Lights.

And, okay, maybe not sexy, but one of my favorite teacher/Arnold movies--Arnold Schwarzenegger in Kindergarten Cop!

I'll be leaving excerpts throughout the week to whet your appetite. Tell me your favorite TV or movie teacher. A random commenter will be chosen SUNDAY JUNE 6! Have fun!

Holy Cow, I Have a New Release Tomorrow!

I've known it was coming, but with the end of school....well, it kind of crept up on me.

So...Lessons for Teacher is released on Friday! Here's an excerpt to whet your appetite.

The other students shuffled in their seats, gathering books, signaling that it must be time for class to end. She dismissed them with an assignment, and turned her attention back to Brady.

She recognized the gleam in his eyes and immediately her pussy dampened with anticipation.

“I’ve got to get you under me,” he said, approaching the lectern with a casual stroll and leaning in close.

“Oh!” Desire flashed through her, so strong she couldn’t let go of the lectern right then. “Where?”

“My dorm room. Let’s go.”

She bent to scoop her bag off the floor, stepping around another student as she hurried after him. “Your roommate?” she asked when she caught up with him in the hall.

“In class.”

“Are you sure?”

He glanced down at her. “If he’s not, I’m kicking him out.”

“Brady—”

“Jamie,” he mimicked, then curled his hand around her arm and dragged her into an alcove by the soda machines. “That was hot,” he muttered, crowding her against the wall. “Makes me want to think of something else to argue with you about, just so you can get me hot.” He eased in close enough to kiss her, his breath teasing her lips. She parted her own in anticipation, but he stepped back, drawing her with him.

“Is your room far?”

It wasn’t, was blocks away and three floors up, a tiny room she couldn’t imagine him sharing with another person, since he took up so much of it. One side of the room was decorated with gaming paraphernalia, the other side sparse, just a cheap computer desk and a very narrow twin bed. Jamie

had no idea how Brady slept there comfortably night after night.

Behind her, he locked the door and dragged a chair to prop under the handle. When she raised her eyebrows at the move, he shrugged.

“Would you rather hang your bra on the handle to warn him off?”

She pressed a hand to the new bra she’d bought this morning. “No. Do they really do that?”

“I’ve never seen it, outside of movies.” He tossed his backpack onto the chair beside her and grasped her hips, pulling her close. “Please tell me you aren’t wearing underwear.”

She swallowed and grinned. “A thong.”

He drew in a sharp breath, his eyes going dark. “This I gotta see.” He reached behind her and found the zipper of her skirt unerringly, unhooked it and let it fall to her feet. He sucked in an appreciative breath when he saw the scrap of black lace. “Turn around.”

She did, suddenly self-aware. “I don’t have the best ass.”

“You have a great ass.” He smoothed his hands over her cheeks and drew her against him, pressing his hard cock against her butt. “Did it turn you on, wearing that? Because if I’d known you were wearing that, I would have dragged you out in the middle of class.”

“I’ll say it made me more—aware.”

“Aware. Shit.”

Still pressing his hard-on against her ass, he fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. The fabric parted over her new bra, her breasts swelling over the top of the cups. He curved his palms over the smooth skin, tucking his fingers inside the fabric to tease her nipples.

“If I say pretty please, will you wear this every day?”

“Maybe.” She eased away from him and shrugged her blouse off, draping it over the chair before stretching out on his bed and drawing her leg up in a seductive pose. “You said something about needing to get me beneath you?”

Chests

Just in case you're wondering, this is as far as I'm going in my explorations and comparisons of the male anatomy ;)

I've always been a fan of the smooth chest, or maybe just a sprinkling of chest hair. But Sam Worthington (he of Terminator:Salvation and Avatar) had me rethinking this. He's quite furry, and I find it quite sexy. The only picture I could find was an older one. He seems a lot hairier now.

Even Jake Gyllenhall is doing the hairy for his new movie, Prince of Persia (which I have no desire to see--anyone?)

We rewatched Season 1 of LOST last week and Jack took off his shirt to reveal a hairy chest. I did a second glance.

The ultimate hairy chest goes to Tom Selleck, though. I enjoy his charm, but never really loved his hairiness. This picture, however--he was about the age I am now when this was taken.

And then there's the guy at the top of my list.

But usually, I go for smooth.

What about you? Do you prefer smooth or hairy?