Mason and Mia, a steamy excerpt

Blurb

Once you’re in a prison gang, you’re in it for life.

That’s what Mason Harding thought until the boss accepted his resignation. After the State releases him on parole, a sexy divorcée behind the wheel of a car almost ends his life quicker than a shank. His chance encounter with Mia Eddison results in a night of passion, but her brother—his parole officer—catches them together and doesn’t approve.

Mia falls hard for the cocky ex-con, but not because of his chiseled body. She vows to break through his walls and discover his secrets, but never expects those secrets to threaten her life.

When members of an organized crime ring kidnap Mia to force Mason’s return to the gang, he goes up against an old friend to save the woman he loves. Will his sacrifice be enough or will everything fall apart in a blaze of gunfire?

– Book 1 in the sexy romantic suspense series, Arresting Onyx.
– Scenes featuring organized crime, assault/kidnapping, and drugs (discussed) may be uncomfortable for some audiences.
– No cheating. HEA guaranteed!

Tagline: Their chance encounter resulted in a steamy affair, but will his former gang and a parole officer tear them apart?

Steamy Excerpt

A growl rumbled in his throat. The soft floral scent of her perfume teased his nostrils. Mason swallowed hard, desperate to taste her. He would take her right there on the floor in front of her security cameras if he thought she’d allow it.

He followed her to the back of the store, stepped over the red-velvet cord that blocked the stairs, and waited a few steps down from her as she pressed a code into the security panel. After they crossed the threshold into her loft and she reset the alarm, he grabbed her hand and dragged her to the bathroom. Mia’s laughter rang out and shot a thrill up his spine. As he slammed the bathroom door closed behind them and pushed her against it, her playful laughter died on the most erotic gasp. He jerked off her blouse and dipped his face in the swell of her breasts.

Too long. Too fucking long.

He unbuttoned her slacks with stiff fingers and pushed them off her hips.

“Mason, wait. Get in the shower.” She fisted his T-shirt. Her chest heaved as she breathed. “I want to bathe you.”

His cock sprang to life. He dropped his backpack and stripped off his clothes as she finished undressing and turned on the faucet.

Steam wafted from the shower and fogged the glass doors as she stepped under the spray. Water pebbled her nipples and darkened her hair, the lengthy locks clinging to her skin.

Mason joined her in the tub. Hot water pelted his back in a rough caress as Mia gently rubbed a sudsy body puff over his pecs. Several bruises still marred his chest and stomach, and her face pinched. Was she going to cry?

“The bruises look worse than they feel.” He clasped her flushed cheek. “I’m a fast healer, and I’ve been through worse than what you witnessed on Saturday. When I say I’m fine, I mean it.”

She kissed the hollow of his throat and rubbed slightly harder. Tempted to jerk her against him and prove he could handle whatever she dished out, he gripped his hands in his hair to let her go at her own pace. Her soft, reverent touch eased his aches, burned through his hard shell, and pierced his dirty soul.

He’d done so many bad things in his life. Why did she accept him?

Because you haven’t told her everything, you asshole.

She already knew too much and asked too many questions. Why she didn’t grill him about Onyx and Sondokes as soon as he walked through her door was beyond him. Instead, she’d only asked about Udell and Harper. What was up with that? Where was her anger?

Mia scrubbed the puff over the bulging biceps of his right arm, past the elbow and forearm. She swiped it over his fingers and moved to his left hand to scrub all the way to his shoulder. She darted her tongue out to lick a few scars on his chest. The muscles in his back flexed as she scrubbed the puff down his spine. Her wet breasts with their diamond-hard tips pressed against his chest, and she pulled back to lather a bar of soap in the puff. His erection jutted close to her face as she knelt. She cleaned his thighs, knees, and calves, and cupped his balls with the puff still in her hand.

He gasped and dropped his arms to grab her hair.

“Keep your arms up. I want you at my mercy.”

A shudder coursed through him. “Yes, ma’am.” He locked his hands behind his head again and closed his eyes as she bathed him. Her sensual touch brought tears to his eyes. When had he last felt so clean and whole, and not because he showered? The water washed away the embarrassing tears, and he held himself rigid as she cleaned the hard length of his penis, the sensitive band of skin that connected his testicles to his ass, and then his anus. He involuntarily clenched his cheeks. Fucking hell. Shock, then a rush of sheer pleasure, enveloped him, and he relaxed.

A soft little murmur left her mouth. Mia trailed her fingers over the wet hairs on his thighs and massaged his ball sac again.

He cleared his throat. “I have to ask you something. It’s nagged at me for days.” Mason forced his eyes open and met her gaze. Her hand never left his balls. “You called me baby the other day in that alley. Why?”

“You heard that?” She bit her lip. Water beaded on her eyelashes and clumped the strands together in dark crescents. “You always call me darlin’, and I love the way you drop the g. It’s much better than sugar, by the way. I thought you would like a pet name too. That’s fine if you don’t want one or don’t like it. I can call you—”

“I like it. A lot. I’m just surprised. I don’t think I’ve ever had a pet name.”

“Well, you have one now, baby. I’m happy you like it. I thought it might be a little too feminine for you.”

“Nah, it makes me feel precious.”

Mia laughed as he winked at her. “You are precious, but right now you’re solid as a rock, and you’re all mine.” She licked his mushroomed head as though to claim him.

Yes, claim me.

Her mouth opened and she took him inside.