Amelia James started reading steamy romance novels in junior high, but her mom took them away from her, so she started daydreaming instead. After she got married, she wrote some of her naughtier daydreams down and sent them to Playgirl magazine. Two of them got published. She kept daydreaming and writing stories until her dirty stories turned into trashy books.
She lives in Colorado, but she’ll always be a loyal Wisconsin Cheesehead. When she’s not lusting after her next bad boy hero, she looks for inspiration in Sci-Fi and action movies, football players, bloodsucking lawyers, muscle cars, and kick-butt chicks.
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The Book: Tell Me You Want Me
“I can give you exactly what you’re asking for, Janie, and I can give it to you all night long.”
Their first kiss is impulsive, fun, a little wicked—everything Jane Elliot isn’t looking for in a man—but desperately needs. Their second kiss is slow, deliberate, an instant connection—everything Austin Sinclair never had with a woman—and doesn’t want.
Jane isn’t the easy conquest Austin’s used to. She’s a stubborn-as-hell bookworm who’s more interested in studying than dating. She needs a little—no—a lot of fun in her life, and Austin’s just the guy who can give it to her. Too bad she thinks love should be easy. Too bad Austin knows it isn’t.
Everybody told her to stay away from the heart breaker, but Jane knows there’s more to Austin than full-body contact kisses and bad boy charm. All he ever promised her was a good time and wow, does he ever deliver….
The hot couple
He pulled her down and kissed her, wrapping his arms around her, his hands in her hair. Her tongue played with his, teasing and chasing, pulling away and following.
Jane sat still on top of him, and he didn't move either. Kissing him like that felt nice, but there had to be more to it. She broke their kiss and sat up. "Now what?"
"What do we do now?" She had him where she wanted him, but wasn't exactly sure what to do with him.
"Do whatever you want, Janie. You're in charge." He laced his fingers behind his head and got comfortable.
Oh boy. She'd never been in that position before—literally—and caught herself biting her lip. No. No need to be nervous.
"Janie." He pushed his hands under her bottom and lifted her. "Ride me." He slid up into her then pulled her down with him. "Hard."
The man could do wicked things to her with just a few simple words. She copied his movements.
"That's it. You're in control."
If she wanted it faster, she would have to ride him faster. If she wanted it harder, she would have to take him harder. She moved slowly but deliberately, grinding down on him until he groaned. She picked up the pace, watching him gasp, then she slowed down again, making him writhe beneath her. A slow burn started between her legs, spreading though her body.
She suddenly realized she controlled the power to pleasure them both, and that knowledge pleased her most of all.
"Having fun?" Austin groaned.
"Oh hell yes!" She slid up, squeezing him tight inside her, then thrust down on him, taking her breath away. Oh that's fun. She slammed against him, driving him in deep. Wow that felt good. Let's do that again. And again and again.
Austin snarled and grabbed her hair, pulling her down for a hard kiss but leaving her hips under her control. He wrapped his arms around her waist to steady her, and she sat up. His eyes glazed over and he seemed to be just barely hanging on to reality.
She couldn't let him dangle like that. She had the power to push him over the edge along with her. Knowing that made her bold. "Do you like the way I ride you?"
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