“How so?”
“She told me I’d feel our love in the rhythm of my heart.” He guided her arm so that her hand found his chest. “When I’m with you, Tiny, my heart seems to beat only for you.”
And as Eve pressed her hand against Zachary’s chest to feel the rhythm of his love, Zachary sealed his lips to hers and neither of them said another word for a very, very long time.
About the Author
Apart from her family and friends, Jess Dee loves two things: romance and food. Is it any wonder she specializes in dee-liciously sexy romance? Jess loves hearing from readers. You can email her at jess@jessdee.com or find her at www.jessdee.com.
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Speed: Rhythm of the Night
Every girl’s fantasy…one woman’s dream.
See You in My Dreams
© 2011 Jess Dee
Speed, Book 1
Sophie Butler is sure she’s about to lose her much-needed cleaning job. She’s not only walked in on a guest—a violation of her employer’s cardinal rule—but she can’t seem to tear her gaze away from his gorgeous, naked-as-the-day-he-was-born body.
If all that isn’t bad enough, her usually sensible judgment and behavior are clouded by a nagging sense of familiarity. She knows the man from somewhere, she just can’t quite place him.
Nathan Pace is certain he’s just lost his jealously guarded anonymity. But hold on…if she’s just another fan looking for a piece of his alter ego, rock star Jamie Speed, why is she blushing six shades of scarlet? And why is he instantly aroused? When he catches a glimpse of her eyes, he knows. She’s the woman who for ten years has haunted his dreams.
The attraction that flares between them is undeniable—and unstoppable. But getting close means risking Nathan’s secret identity. Just this once, he’d like a woman to fall for the real man, not the press’s version of a celebrity superstar.
Warning: This may be an erotic contemporary romance, but it does contain a hint of fantasy. And when that fantasy involves erotic dreams about a gorgeous rock star, you know you’re gonna want the fantasy to become reality…
Enjoy the following excerpt for See You in My Dreams:
Nathan’s legs buckled beneath him. He collapsed into the heated water with a mighty splash.
It took several minutes for his erratic heartbeat to normalize. He’d gone from zero to a hundred and back in a matter of minutes, and he had not a drop of energy to spare. Sophie had utterly depleted his reserves.
Heart still pounding, he looked at her through the steam rising between them. She sat opposite him with a smug, satisfied grin. The ends of her wavy blonde hair trailed in the water, and her cheeks had turned pink from the raised water temperature. His initial assessment of her had been spot-on. She was absolutely beautiful.
“That was…” His voice came out all croaky, and he cleared his throat and tried again. “That was unbelievable.” Hands-down the best blowjob he’d ever received.
She smacked her lips together as though tasting something in her mouth. Him. “You liked it?” The mischievous grin was back.
“You have no idea.” The words sounded like sandpaper scraping against a wooden surface.
Sophie shivered.
“Are you cold?” he rasped. Her high, pert breasts floated in the water, the nipples puckered into hard beads.
Slowly she shook her head. “Not cold, no.” She closed her eyes and rested her head against the edge of the tub. “It’s your voice. God, Nathan. Just listening to you talk turns me on.”
Her answer caught him in the chest and his heart stumbled over a beat. “It does?”
“Whatever you say, I feel it on my skin. At the coffee shop, your words were like hot honey running down my neck.” Her breathing slowed. “Lying on the couch now? I asked questions just so I could hear you answer. If we hadn’t just had sex, I’d have been totally aroused. And now, after you’ve come…your voice sounds…feels like a million silky fingers roaming over my breasts and my stomach…and lower.” One of her hands hovered in the water, and she dragged her nails across her nipples and moaned. “Your voice feels like the first flutters of an orgasm.”
Nathan watched, speechless. For the life of him, he could not think of one single response. It wasn’t as if he’d never heard a compliment about his voice before. Hell, his entire career revolved around his vocals. It was the way Sophie said it. As if his voice alone could bring her sexual fulfillment.
She caressed her breasts without opening her eyes. “Talk to me, Nathan. Say something. Anything.”
Still he stared, dumbstruck. Watching her stroke herself was possibly the sexiest thing he’d ever had the pleasure of witnessing.
Her arm stilled. “Nathan?”
“No,” he objected. “Don’t stop. Let me watch you touch yourself.”
Sophie let out a small moan and pinched a nipple between two fingers.
Nathan swallowed. “Do you have any idea how much of a turn-on that is?”
“What?” Sophie whispered.
“You,” Nathan whispered back. “Pleasuring yourself to the sound of my voice.”
“Do you have any idea what a turn-on your voice is?” Sophie asked.
“Show me.” Nathan bit the inside of his cheek. He wanted to touch her almost as much as he wanted to watch her. “Move your hand lower.”
Sophie froze.
“Don’t stop, sweetheart. Listen to me. Move your hand lower.”
Ever so slowly, Sophie complied. She dropped her hand from her breast to her stomach.
“Lower still.” Nathan stared through the water at the distorted image of her hand. “Run your fingers over your clit.”
Sophie shivered. Her shoulders tensed. Water rippled around her chest. He couldn’t see clearly through the steam, but the sharp hiss of air through her teeth told him she’d found what she sought.
“Now stroke it,” he told her. “Using just your finger, stroke it in tiny circles. Lightly. Don’t apply any pressure.”