This hump day, I am thrilled to be able to join the #WIPitupWednesday blog hop, and bring you a sensual little excerpt from my forthcoming hot new spanking romance. The book – which is back with my publisher now after its final edits – is proving to be one of my personal favourites. Check out this section of the WIP, and see if you can see why…
Swallowing hard, I look to him. “Are you cross with me for not confessing straight away?” I ask, timidly.
He eyes me intently, that delicious gaze searing into my flesh. “Of course,” he says, his voice strong. “I should very much like to punish you for your ill-intent, but I give you credit for being honest with me before I had call to press you on the matter.”
“Punish me?” I repeat, the rest of his words rather lost on me.
He smiles, as he pulls the strands of hair away from my eyes. “Mmmm,” he says. “Take you over my knee, bare your delicious behind, and spank you until you are desperate for me .”
My lips part, and I hear a small gasp escape them. “Thomas…” My throat tightens, as though the words cannot make their way from me. “I think I am already desperate.”
His right hand skims its way up my body, reaching my hairline and drawing my head backwards. “Desperate?” His voice is low and seductive. “What are you desperate for, My Lady?”
I blink at him, feeling my legs tremble. “You,” I whisper. “My Lord, I do not know what you have done to me, but ever since we met, I have been captured.”
He presses his lips against the nape of my neck, allowing them to caress the sensitive skin there. “Oh Lydia,” he groans from my left shoulder. “We are both captured, my love.”
My eyes fly to his face. Have I really just heard him correctly, did he just refer to me as his love? My thoughts are sent reeling by the new trail of kisses which he plants along my neckline, until his lips reach my own jaw, and finally my mouth. Those lips are hot as they brush over mine, the scent of the liquor on his breath, along with the sensations of his mouth, making me feel giddy.
“What do we do, Thomas?” I ask, our eyes connecting once again as he towers over me.
“I can take you over my knee right this moment, Lydia,” he replies, “if it will lessen the desperation?”
I smile, although the thought of his suggestion sends a tingling sensation racing through me, pooling desire at my centre. I draw my hand up into his dark, thick hair, drinking him in.
“I see you find the idea agreeable?” he chuckles, nuzzling me.
Watch this space for more teasers from this Regency tale, and news of its release! Sign up for my newsletter to be one of the first to hear about all Felicity updates. 🙂
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