Fate has kept them apart for twenty years.
Their roads hadn't crossed and the stars didn't align until now...
Matured, more experienced, pierced, tattooed and hot as hell, Adrian steps back into Mia's life to reclaim his first love.
And the moment she sees him she can't even remember her own name.
Adrian Reed had always remained in Mia's heart. After all, he was her first boyfriend and the man she'd lost her virginity to, but that was twenty years ago. His sudden appearance at a bar, on a girls night out, has Mia acting like the fifteen year old girl she was when they parted.
But life now is not as simple as it was twenty years ago. With two kids, a hopeful ex-husband and new insecurities, Mia finds opening up to a new relationship more challenging.
Will she give her first love another chance, or will she push him away, this time for good?
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His silence
buzzed through me with pleasurable tingles.
He cupped my
face, tilting my head to the side. I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent.
Adrian’s mouth brushed mine and my hands fell to my sides. His lips traced
along the bow of my upper lip before his tongue dipped inside. I opened wider.
He slowly walked backward. My foot brushed against his every few steps. Keeping
my eyes closed, I followed wherever he led me until a hard surface touched my
back. By this point there was nothing innocent about the way his mouth was
dominating me. I heard myself moan and whimper pure lust with each breath. My
hand lowered to his jeans and curved around his arousal, stroking the hard
length underneath. I wasn’t sure what came over me, but I was so desperate for
him, for us, I could no longer control my body. His hips pressed in as he
groaned inside my mouth.
When he
pulled away, his gaze bored through me with penetrating heat. If he had wanted
to, he could have melted those buttons right off my dress. Adrian took me by my
waist and lifted me up to the kitchen counter. His fingers slowly trailed down
my nose, over my lips and chin, and then along the middle of my neck and upper
swell of my breasts until he reached the buttons on my dress. My chest swelled,
and all I could think about was how fast he could get this dress off me. With
each passing second I found it more difficult to breathe. The fabric was
restraining me as if I were locked away in a coffin.
Unfasten these damned buttons! my mind screamed, but my mouth
couldn’t form a coherent sentence.
But the eager
fingers from our teens now had unbelievably arousing patience and experience.
Adrian undid the top button open and I looked down, following the movement of
his hands.
He stole a
lingering kiss again, and then flicked open one button after another, trailing
a downward path until he reached the hem. Parting the fabric to the sides, he
took me in, slowly scanning my body.
“You wore
white the first time we made love.”
“I know.”
Everything
inside me turned and twisted into knots of nerves. As he watched me, my chest
tightened inside yet swelled on the outside. The heat coming off his breath and
skin was too much and not enough at the same time. My cleavage and stomach were
partly exposed for him, and I couldn’t help but hold my breath.
The skim of
his fingers down my arms as he admired every inch of my skin sent beautiful
tingles through my body. Adrian seemed in no hurry. I grasped the hem of his
shirt, lifted it up and off his torso, and then pushed my dress from underneath
me and moved it to the side. It fluttered to the ground, freeing my hips and
legs.
And as we
stared at each other, I knew that there was no one else I had ever wanted more
than him. He was the soulmate I’d once lost and been lucky enough to find
again. That little piece of my heart I’d locked him away in had begun expanding
the moment he reappeared in my life.
Looking at
him now, I couldn’t believe how much his body had changed over the past twenty
years. I held my breath, admiring the marvel of a man he’d become. His
naturally toned torso and sun-kissed skin mesmerized me. The tattoo weaving up
his upper arm hid beyond his shoulder and all I could think about was the need
for my tongue to trace those dark lines and for my lips to kiss the new
patterns inked over his skin. I wanted to throw myself at his hips, wrap my
legs around him, and feel him dive into me. How in the world did he have so
much control? Or did he do this on purpose? It was as if he compelled me to
inspect his pecs and abs and that beautiful path, sprinkled with a shadow of hair,
that led beyond the buckle of his pants, just to excite me. I devoured his taut
body as he leaned forward, splaying his hands against the counter at the side
of my thighs. His thumbs gently brushed against my hips. The flex of his arms
and that sexy way he had of focusing just on me—really, really looking at
me—made me hungry for more than just baked apples.
“There,
that’s much better.” He leaned in and kissed me. “Hi, Thumbelina.”
“Hello.”
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Author of Erotic Romance, Lacey Silks writes her stories from life experiences, dreams and fantasies. She likes a pinkish shade on a woman’s cheeks, men with large feet and sexy lingerie, especially when it’s torn off the body. Her favorite piece of clothing is a birthday suit.
When she’s not thinking about writing steamy stories, which is a rare occasion, Lacey enjoys camping and skiing with her family (not at the same time of course). She’s a happily married wife blessed with two kids who adore going to the library. She’s an early bird by nature, but loves the nightly adventures with her hubby which provide good content for her books.
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10
Fun Facts About Lacey Silks
1. Although very shy in life Lacey’s dream was once to
be an actress. As a teenager, Lacey took on the work of an extra in movies and
TV shows. She’s been lucky enough to meet Shirley Maclaine, Ricki Lake, Brendan
Fraser, Jerry O’Connell, Matthew Broderick and Marlon Brando.
2. Lacey has a secret crush on actor, dancer and
singer Derek Hough (it’s not a big secret so she doesn’t mind sharing this).
She recently had the chance to watch Derek and Julianne Hough perform on their
Move on Live Tour and came within 10 feet of him when he jumped off the stage
and ran into the crowd. Lacey nearly fainted, but luckily had her husband by
her side for support.
3. Lacey’s dream vacation is the Atlantis in Bahamas.
She hopes to surprise her family with the trip within the next couple of years.
4. When writing My First, My Last Lacey used her own
name, her hubby’s name and her first boyfriend’s name in the manuscript later
replacing the names with current characters. She fully imagined herself in
Mia’s shoes, making some scenes quite difficult and emotional to write.
5. Lacey likes to take risks (not life risks). She
doesn’t like the sentence “This can’t be done” and believes there’s always a
way out of a difficult situation.
6. The mention of flying or going on a plane gives
Lacey goose bumps. She has an unbelievable fear of flying that has developed
after the birth of her kids. She will stay buckled up the entire flight, will
not go to the bathroom and will pray during take-off and landing. Please be
gentle if you ever find yourself sitting next to her.
7. Joking around is part of Lacey’s daily routine. She
will prank her family, giggle on the floor and snort if there is a need.
8. At twenty, Lacey shared a bottle of Goldschlager
with her best friend on a New Years Eve and hasn’t touched it since.
9. Lacey has a long bucket list she’s been crossing
off for years. Some of the items she’s done: Vacationed in Jamaica, swam with
dolphins, rode a horse on a beach (and in the ocean). Outstanding: Las Vegas,
Tour of Europe, Australia, Bahamas, having a small roll in a movie. While she
may not be able to cross everything off in her lifetime, dreaming big is part
of who she is.
10. Lacey’s first boyfriend actually does live in Vienna,
Austria (as described in My First, My Last), has a barbell piercing in his brow
and a tattoo on his right arm. He is a good friend of hers and Lacey thinks he
blushed when she told him about My First, My Last. She hasn’t seen him (other
than via Skype) in 20 years.
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