Except – Hallow’s Eve Hunk

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An Excerpt From: HALLOW’S EVE HUNK

Except – Hallow’s Eve Hunk

Book Three in the Hot and Henderson series

Andy rushed to the bar and grabbed her gloves and crop, ignoring the catcalls from the commonwealth’s finest on his way back to the door. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and ushered her into the night.

Typically October, the temperature had dropped while they were inside, yet he barely felt the cold. He was hot and hard and they made it as far as the corner before he backed her up against the brick wall of Rex’s Pharmacy.

“One kiss,” he said, lowering his lips. He brushed back and forth before settling to gently suck her lower lip. She tasted like Jack and vanilla and when the tip of her tongue met his, fire shot straight to his balls. He pushed his thigh between her legs and ground lightly, lifting her to her toes. She wiggled against him and he pulled his mouth away.

“You’re so hot. If you were wearing a dress I’d take you right here,” he admitted, shocking himself with the truth of the statement.

“Guess I should have gone for Elvira after all,” she replied, grabbing his shoulders to inch higher until they were nearly eye to eye. “Get me wherever we’re going quickly, before I do something totally inappropriate in the middle of this sidewalk.”

“Like shimmy out of those britches and wrap your legs around me?”

“No,” she said with a catlike grin, fingers creeping over his chest toward his crotch. “Like sliding down and tasting every inch of that vampiric erection,” she whispered, rubbing her thumb against his navel.

“Whose fantasy is it now?” he said with a throaty chuckle, backing away quickly.

Her laughter drifted on the breeze as Andy entwined their fingers and forced her into an easy jog. In less than a minute they stood before the large metal door of the old warehouse.

“Keys,” he said, pointing to the top pocket of his coat. He could fish them out himself but that would bring his fingers way too close to her breast and the only place that would lead was to him pulling her into the foyer and driving into her on the stairs. Definitely not a stairwell fuck for her, Andrew.

He took the keys, opened the door and motioned her in, pulling the heavy metal closed behind him until it clicked.

“Stairs or elevator?”

“You’re kidding?” she asked, breathless. “Since you’re not using your powers and whisking us skyward—elevator,” she said, pushing the up arrow.

Shit. He was actually hoping she’d pick the stairs. That would give him time to gather some control. He’d read enough sci-fi to know Dracula never came in his pants. The doors opened and they stepped inside the metal cab. He stuck his key into the panel, turned it and pressed the button for his floor before pulling her backward into his embrace.

“It’s going to be a slow ride,” he said, placing a feathery kiss below her ear.

“God, I hope so,” she sighed, pushing her ass against him.

He grinned, nipped her neck playfully. When was the last time he’d run across a woman who was sexy and lighthearted? The local girls had turned more serious with each passing year, telling him what they thought he wanted to hear. The tourists weren’t interested in conversation. They wanted a non-trust-fund stud with an adequate cock for a little weekend sex. And their actions were never authentic, not like those of the woman before him who had just dropped her head to the side to give him better access to the column of her throat.

“We’re not going to go at it in here,” he said, swirling his tongue around a few hairs at the base of her neck that had fallen free of the braid.

“We’re not?” Her tone was disappointed but as she looked over her shoulder he saw her smile before it drifted into a luscious pout.

Uh-oh, Andy. Get a grip, moron. It’s a game, remember? His finger replaced his tongue and he twisted the damp hairs tightly and then pulled free, leaving a little ringlet.

“I want you,” she said, turning in his arms. She shrugged the jacket down to her elbows, pressing her breasts close but not quite touching him.

Her nipples were hard, straining against the fabric of her shirt and his hands grasped her small waist as the elevator stopped and jostled all those soft curves against him.

“I’ve man-eep-ulated your vants and needs,” he said, wagging his eyebrows while they waited for the doors to open.

“You don’t have to pretend anymore,” she giggled.

“Are you shitting me?” he asked seriously. “I haven’t been this hard since the Miss Hawaiian Tropic bus had a flat outside my university’s gates.” The doors slid open and he walked her backward into his apartment. “I think my dick’s received some sort of preternatural power and I’m milking it for all it’s worth, sugar. Well actually, you’ll be milking it for all it’s worth. We’re gonna go at it all night long and if I turn to dust in the morning, I’ll meet the sun with a smile on my face.”

Vicky was about to laugh but the elevator door opened directly into his apartment and then whished shut, plunging them into darkness and the mood rapidly changed. She could hear their varied breathing and neither was steady. She had a second to consider she might truly be the loose woman her cousin accused her of and for once, she didn’t care. The man in front of her was warm and funny and sexy as all get out. His fingers moved to the placket of her shirt, trailing between her breasts and then over her stomach until he reached the high waist of her pants. One by one he pushed the shirt buttons free, working his way upward. His fingers pushed the stiff cotton aside, the brief contact ratcheting her want a little tighter.

Her eyes adjusted and she watched his dark form, saw his head drift downward. She’d almost grabbed it and pulled it to the valley between her breasts as he’d suggested at the bar, certain that’s where he was headed anyway.

She wasn’t prepared when his mouth latched onto the side of her neck, running a heated path up, down, back and front, never breaking contact even when he found the spot—the one that had her throaty moan echoing through the room. He sucked gently, then licked, opened his mouth wide and licked some more.

Vicky shook her arms and his coat hit the floor. She was burning up, a fever running from the top of her head to her toes. She pressed against him and he bent her backward at the waist, one hand supporting her head, silently refusing to release her as the whole series of caresses started anew. Over and over, the pace slow and steady until she swore she could feel every nerve in her body charged in delight. She shifted her legs, imagining that same sucking and licking across the swollen nub that lay neglected and throbbing between her thighs.

He straightened, kept her secure with suction, teeth and lips, then moved behind her and began again. The sensation was completely different, more intense. He ran his hands up and down her sides and then his fingers hooked the lace of her bra and pulled the flimsy cups down to expose her fully. His thumbs brushed provocatively against the outer fullness of her breasts before creeping slowly to her nipples. He rubbed, barely touching the underside of each distended tip, and she groaned loudly.

“Please,” she begged, only to be rewarded with a long, slow pinch that had her whimpering and her pussy silently pleading for more.

“So eager,” he said against her neck, one hand drifting downward.

Vicky rose up on her toes to get him to where she was hurting, faster.

His fingers drifted the final inches and cupped her sex. “You’re soaked clear through, sugar.”

He shifted his hand and she gave up thinking of a response. The heel of his hand moved just above her pubic bone, rotating back and forth lightly. When the thick part at the base of his thumb pressed over her clit her hips started moving on their own accord.

“Mmmm. That’s it,” he hummed against her ear. “Show me what you like.”

She groaned and pressed harder against him. In seconds the tension was building, stretching her nerves taut as heat poured through her body. She rubbed against his hand, not caring what he might think of her wanton display. Release was eluding her and she dropped her head to her chest.

He nipped her earlobe and his warm breath caressed her. “Come on, baby.”

“Unh. Oh…oooh,” she panted, switching to a rocking motion. “I can’t. I can’t get there.”

“Yes you can. I’ll help. You just say when.”

“When,” she demanded. “When. When!”

His other hand shifted from her breast and gripped the one already wedged between her thighs. The extra pressure rocked her, pushed her upward and completely over the edge. She flung her head back against his shoulder and screamed, covering his hands with hers as the darkness exploded in an array of blinding light.