Tease Me Tuesday
Wondering what all the fuss is about when it comes to my awesome April release from Harlequin Desire, ON THE VERGE OF I DO? Well, I am here to give you a little hint in the form of a sexy excerpt… :winkwink
The elevator doors slid open and they stepped inside. Eli swiped his pass key and punched the button for his private suites, then brought her around so they could face forward while remaining in physical contact. Otherwise, she was sure they looked perfectly professional, perfectly normal.
The doors slid closed, shutting them in together, alone. One minute she was staring at their blurry reflection in the polished silver of the double elevator doors. The next, she was spinning like a top, coming to rest between the hard wall of Eli’s broad chest at her front and the cool steel of the doors at her back.
“I can’t wait one more minute to do this,” he growled.
She opened her mouth to ask Do what?, but didn’t get the chance to voice the first syllable before his mouth crushed down on hers. It took her completely by surprise, cutting off her oxygen and making her muscles go limp as noodles.
Against her better judgment, when his tongue licked the seam of her lips and he attempted to nudge his way inside, she let him. It was just a kiss, after all. Just one . . . tiny . . . kiss.
Somewhere over their heads, a bell dinged. The sound didn’t have time to register in her fog-laden brain before the doors behind her slid open and she fell backward.
Eli stumbled after her, catching them both before they ended up in an undignified pile on the foyer floor. Keeping them on their feet, he continued backing her across the entryway until she was once again stopped by a wall. He pinned her there with his body, touching her from collarbones to knee bones.
He kissed her again, not nearly as gently as he had in the elevator. If the kiss in the elevator could be called gentle, which is couldn’t. But he didn’t wait for her compliance, didn’t give her time to adjust or a chance to open her mouth in invitation. He simply leaned in and took what he wanted.
For long, languid moments, they stood there, tasting, touching, letting the rest of the world spin out of control. His hands clutched her waist. His erection pressed into her belly. In return, she pawed at his shoulders, her nails kneading him through the material of his suit jacket like a kitten kneading for cream.
When he released her mouth, she gasped. Then, while she was sucking air into her scalded, much-abused lungs, he caught her off-guard by scooping her into his arms.
She let out a startled yip to find herself suddenly horizontal, literally swept off her feet. “What are you doing?”
“What do you think?” he retorted without inflection, not sounding the least bit out of breath, even though she was still struggling not to pant.
Now that he wasn’t muddling her mind with steamy kisses and subtle strokes of his hands up and down her sides, she could almost think straight, and she knew this wasn’t right. Knew they couldn’t do what he was carrying her off to do.
Pressing a palm to his rock-solid shoulder and wiggling slightly in his embrace, she said, “Eli, no. We can’t do this.”
“Yes,” he told her in no uncertain terms. “We can.”
Reaching the bedroom doorway, he elbowed open the pocket doors and headed straight for the massive king size mattress at its center. The entire room was decorated in shades of the ocean—sand, turquoise, salmon—and the bed was made up with a thick golden comforter with enough pillows stacked against the woven bamboo headboard to build a fort.
That’s all she had time to notice, though, as he carried her around to the side and set her on her feet so he could begin tossing those pillows onto the floor and tearing back the covers. Snowy white sheets in what she was sure was the finest Egyptian cotton lay beneath, just begging to be dirtied and rumpled.
Uh-oh. She took a step back in self-preservation.
Eli noticed her retreat immediately.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” he mumbled, grabbing her wrist and tugging her toward him.
Her hands went up to stop her from bumping into his chest, but he apparently wanted her to do just that, because he kept tugging until she made contact with a solid thump.
“We can’t do this, Eli,” she said again, trying desperately to make him see sense.
“Yes,” he returned with even more resolve than before, “we can.”
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16 Comments • Comments Feed
Mary Kirkland says:
Oh wow, nice excerpt..thank you for sharing!
Oh and hahahaha I’m the first poster today…hehehe
On March 6, 2012 at 1:17 am
Yay! See there, it pays to stay up well past your bedtime. :cuffs
On March 6, 2012 at 10:14 am
Tammy Beck says:
:whip Wow! My interest is peaked. Do I need a glass of iced tea close by while reading this? Looks like it…my favorite kind of book. :whip
On March 6, 2012 at 7:18 am
You’ll definitely want to keep a glass of sweet tea close at hand for this one…or maybe even a mint julep if you’re feeling particularly parched. :winkwink
On March 6, 2012 at 10:15 am
Oh my. Fans self. Looking forward to see what happens next.
On March 6, 2012 at 7:30 am
On March 6, 2012 at 10:15 am
Pamela Cayne says:
This popped up in my google reader and all I can say is *steamy*WOW!*yummy*!!! Of course, not only do I have to wait A MONTH for it to be released, but now I have to wait all through this long, drudging workday before I can go home and curl up with another of Heidi’s delicious books to get my fix! :heart
On March 6, 2012 at 9:35 am
You are so sweet! :blowkiss But April 1st really isn’t that far off now, & I’m betting I DO will start to show up a wee bit early, anyway. They do that sometimes. :peekaboo
On March 6, 2012 at 10:19 am
Kathleen O says:
It’s already ordered.. Should be here soon.
On March 6, 2012 at 11:36 am
Thank you so much, Kathleen. I really love hearing that, & I appreciate it even more! Hope you enjoy my little bit of Southern charm. :winkwink
On March 7, 2012 at 12:36 am
Laura J. says:
I would like Eli to go please. No I don’t want fries with that. Whipped Cream? Yes, please.
On March 6, 2012 at 5:20 pm
Cindy Rushford says:
me tooo 🙂
On March 7, 2012 at 12:07 am
:kitty :jumping :heart
On March 7, 2012 at 12:37 am
P.S. I’m not very good at remembering to do this, but I think tonight’s Devil Horns go to Darling Laura as the last commentor of the night! I’m sure she’ll have no problem being a Bad Girl & wearing them with pride. :cuffs
And an honorary set of Horns to Darling Cindy, who technically popped in after midnight, but since I noticed her comment *before* I noticed a new post went live, I think that counts as being one of the last visitors of the night.
Now to begin again with the Happy Hunk Day post. :whip
On March 7, 2012 at 12:53 am
Jessica Lemmon says:
YES YOU CAN! YES YOU CAN! *cough* sorry, I got a little carried away, there. :twirl Excited to read this. In celebration, I’m reading a backlist title of Heidi’s, Blackmailed into Bed. :peekaboo
On March 7, 2012 at 8:54 am
See this is my first book preordered on my Kindle Fire so I’m not sure how it’ll pop up? or when for that matter! But I’m all for it!
On March 7, 2012 at 10:37 am