Trusting the Knot (Excerpt #2)
Submitted by @karawinters21
“When we get home, I want your clothes off. You’ll crawl to my room and position yourself on your hands and knees on my bed,” Anderson ordered with a smooth voice, calm despite his speeding.
“Yes, Sir,” I answered quickly, heart racing as fast as we were driving. Anderson whipped the car around into the drive way and without warning he pulled me to his lap. I gasped and steadied myself with my hand on his chest. The moonlight cascading into the car reflected off his face, leaving nothing to the shadows. His green eyes were darker, lustful. He watched me, his lips parted with increased breath. Tilting his head just slightly, he began to lean forward into me. My body tensed and he stopped when he seemed to feel it tighten. I couldn’t tear away from staring at his mouth when he licked his lips. Anderson pressed his forehead to mine, and my heart sped faster. I felt his hands travel up my back slowly, one moving higher to grasp the back of my neck.
“Give me permission,” he whispered against my face. “I want your permission.”
“Permission?” I repeated his word quietly.
Anderson shifted under me, and when he did, the bulge in his pants rubbed into my thigh. He closed his eyes, and I grew antsy in his lap.
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“Damn it, Sasha. Ask me to kiss you,” he groaned. Our mouths were close, the tips of our noses barely touching. He pulled me forward ever so slightly until we were pressed together. I felt his tongue trace my bottom lip and my mind melted.
“Please, kiss me, Sir.” Before I could finish his title, he had already claimed me. That fringe of darkness that we had danced across together the first time he had spanked me suddenly melted through me once more. Anderson’s lips crashed across mine and I felt his moan pouring down my throat. He held me in place with his hand laced through my hair, guiding me as we kissed. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my breasts up against his chest, rubbing across him and feeling every ounce of hardness under his clothes. He broke up apart, both of gasping for breath.
About the Author
Kara Winters grew up sneaking in all the romance novels she could reach for on her grandmother’s bookshelves. Her love for a good story inspired her to pursue writing as a career and led to her published debut novel in 2013 entitled ‘Working Out the Kinks’. Currently she lives in Los Angeles and is a member of the RWA (Romance Writers of America), as well as the Los Angeles branch of the guild. If she is not at home in front of her laptop, Kara is out shopping for vinyl records, exploring the LACMA, or cruising up the California coastline, looking for inspiration to her next book.