I would like to start by sending warm thoughts to the family of Kathleen Grieve, who sadly passed away last week.
Kathleen, sweetie, be sure that you are missed and we, among many, are very touched by your loss. Though the MidWeekTeases and SexySnippets won’t be the same without you, they will be an occasion to continue celebrating your memory ❤
This week’s tease comes from my favorite romance, the first book of the HOT MODEL MINE series.
Yushka’s fingers move hair aside on my shoulder and tug at my top, exposing skin. “Take this off and get some sun.” When I turn to look at him, he smiles, eyes still shiny. “You’re pale. You’re insanely beautiful, but pale. You need a little tan.”
My heart hammers. His compliment makes me all fluttery inside, but…no way am I taking off my top. One, no matter how sexy my bra is, I don’t want him to notice the size of my breasts—or lack thereof—and two, should someone see me sitting half-naked in the sun with this hunk, rumors will spread like fire.
“C’mon,” he croons, voice low and sweet. “Don’t be shy. I’m not asking you to strip.”
He leans forward to plant a kiss on my shoulder, lips scalding my too-hot skin.
The warmth of his sensual gesture makes my heart ache. I whisper, “Why are you doing this?”
I’m at a loss for words.
“There’s something about you,” he says, gaze expectant.
“You’re a tigress. A fighter. Hot and smart. When I’m with you, I wanna do crazy things. Not give a fuck about anything.” Again, he tugs at the top, pulling it further down my shoulder, and nibbles at my bra lace with his lips. “You make me forget who I am and where I come from. I just wanna…I don’t know, be with you.”
His words are of those I’ve dreamed of for years, of those I’ve put onto paper during sleepless nights, yet I have no choice but to push him away. I’m not the right one for him. I shake my head. “Don’t.”
Retreating, he grimaces, as if disgusted. “Why do you keep fighting me? What is it? Every time I get near you, you fight me. Do I repel you or something? Do I smell?”
I frown. “No!”
“Or you think I want your money?”
“I make enough. Or you think I wanna marry you so I can get a Green Card? I already have one.”
“No!” I raise my voice, shocked that he’d believe such a thing of me.
“So what is it? You keep giving me mixed signals. You want me—don’t deny it—and then you resist, as if I’m not worthy of you or something.”
“You are worthy, of course. What a silly idea.”
“So, let me in.” He leans close again, and before I can move, places his warm lips on mine.
At this incredibly sensual touch, I pull away, but he grabs my chin and holds me in place. Once more, he kisses me, nose-to-nose. The air he exhales brushes my skin. His lips feel so soft and sweet, my insides melt.
It takes all of my strength to refuse him, but I do, leaning back with a sharp intake of air.
Eyes lightening as if I’d just slapped him, he retreats, too. “Why, dammit!”
Fuck, I can’t keep the truth to myself anymore. His honesty deserves an honest answer, however much it will hurt me. Hurt us.
Still tasting him on my lips, I look down at my high-heels and dread his reaction. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m older than you.”
As in much older. A lot older. Way older. So many ways to describe a simple truth.
“I know,” he whispers behind me, “but I don’t care.”
Copyright (c) 2014 Lea Bronsen
When Andrea Johnson, writing as author Cindy Vega, signed up for a Meet & Greet with the cover model of her latest book, she didn’t expect sparks to fly. Yushka is dangerously goodlooking and too young for her. But their connection is instantaneous, and during a photo shoot with the two, the photographer picks up on their growing attraction. Seeing the potential for THE cover photo of the century, he decides to push their comfort limits…
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