Today’s snippet Sunday is from Dee Tenorio’s upcoming book The Virgin’s Revenge. I loved this book, it has over protective brothers, two people who are in love with each other of yeah and revenge.
This is one of my favorite scenes…
Cole stomped into the Suite Shoppe, surprised that the mile-long walk had done virtually nothing to cool his temper. Not a thing. He didn’t even consider himself a hot-headed person. He generally had to have his buttons seriously pushed to gear up to a decent-sized blow-up. But in less than a week, Amanda Jackman had managed to set it on fire more times than he thought possible. It was like she had some kind of magic key right past all his comfort zones, directly under the skin to parts of himself he no longer thought he had.
But this was it.
The final straw.
She wanted to amp the stakes on this game of hers, fine. He could do that. But the kid gloves were off.
The door rattled shut, the damn bell overhead jangling like a dinner call. One part of his brain was aware that they weren’t alone, that there was a mountain of a man at the register, but he just didn’t give a flying fuck. He cut through the racks of silky this and willowy that, his prey standing at the partition between the fun stuff and the naughty stuff, as he’d come to think of it.
And didn’t she look sweet and innocent, her eyes wide as she watched him head her way. Those plump, pink lips parted on a soft intake of breath, gleaming with wet gloss.
“C-Cole,” she stammered, rubbing her palms on her jeans. She had on a white, short-sleeved blouse, almost a peasant cut. Pretty, especially the way the neckline dipped and showed a tantalizing glimpse of her cleavage while maintaining her modesty. “I didn’t expect you to come by.”
“Oh, yes you did.” She had to know he’d come running like a well-trained dog, ready to defend what belonged to him.
So what if he’d never thought of a woman as belonging to him before in his life?
So what if she had no idea that this damned demand of Locke’s had become real for him?
She was about to figure it out pretty damn quick.
Before she could get another word out, he was in front of her. Wrapping his fingers around the back of her neck and pulling her into a kiss so hot and wet he was sure the top of his head was about to blow off. She gave a wild squeak, but it disappeared into his mouth.
Her hands landed on his arms, her fingers grabbing the fabric of his T-shirt, holding on through the onslaught. And it absolutely was one. He took her mouth like he had every right, lashing her tight against him, stealing her breath and every thought she had in her head.
He thought she’d push him off, just to get a word in edgewise.
Instead she melted for him.
Soft and pliant, kissing him back with innocent licks against his tongue and pleased little sounds at the back of her throat. That sound that got his cock up and at ’em every time. This one was no different, especially when her arms went
around his neck and she held on for dear life. Then it was all he could do not to pin her to the nearest wall and take her right there.
He heard someone saying his name, but since it wasn’t Amanda, he didn’t bother looking up. Hell, if someone was screaming “Fire!” he wouldn’t have pulled away.
The taste of her was sweet, like candy, but rich in the indefinable Amanda way, and he wanted more of it. He almost wished he could make himself relax his hold, be gentler, but the same possessive, Neanderthal urge that had him heading her way in the first place had him tilting her head to take her deeper. The temptation to stay there, kissing her senseless, was strong, but he finally remembered kissing wasn’t what he’d come for.
She made a sound of dismay when he broke away. Her face was flushed, her lips just a little puffy and parted, but her eyes watched him warily. Good. She didn’t have a clue what was going on.
“I should have given you that spanking when I had the chance.” He didn’t even recognize his own voice. It was deep, gravelly and so pissed off he vaguely wondered if he scared her.
Her eyes did widen for a second, but then her lips spread in that happy, pure-Amanda smile, and he realized absolutely nothing scared this woman.
He let go of her shoulders and grabbed her hand, already pulling her back through the racks. “You wanted a real damn date, you’re getting a real damn date.” And everyone in town would know she was with him. “So if you don’t like it, that’s just too damn bad.”
She’d angled and teased and now she was getting what she wanted. But if she thought he was going to let her get away with manipulating him, she had another thing coming. The woman was going to pay for this, and he had years of ideas for how she could make it up to him.
“Susie, she’s taking the rest of the day off!” he yelled, knowing the other woman had to be around somewhere. She always was.
“My purse!” Amanda suddenly cried out as they passed the register.
“You won’t need it.”
“B-but…my car!”
“Won’t need it.”
“Wait!” She dug in and started pulling back to stop him.
Good thing her brothers had worked him until he could drag his own bike if he wanted to. “Nope. You should have thought about what would happen if you pushed me too far, Amanda. Now you’re stuck, so either shut up and follow me, or shut up and follow me.”
If you liked this snippet The Virgin’s Revenge will be available on July 3rd.
