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Do you remember your favorite love scene from the first romance novel you read? How about your favorite scene in a movie? I have a particular fondness for Still Breathing and Friends with Benefits—both movies have incredible love scenes, and both are completely different from each other. I would pick a favorite love scene from a romance novel, but I have WAY too many to choose just one!
For this blog hop, I’m offering a free ebook from my Evernight backlist to one lucky winner. I’m posting a scene from You Taste So Sweet. What could be better? Two hot guys, one sexy girl, and a lotta steam. Answer my question at the end of the excerpt, post it in the comments, and I’ll choose a winner at random.
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The Love Scene Blog Hop runs from today through Valentine’s Day!
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Menage (MMF), Erotic Romance, New Adult, May/December, Paranormal, Urban Fantasy
Word Count: 36,720
Heat Level: 4
Published By: Evernight Publishing
When a meteor explodes over Atlanta, infecting the world with a virus that turns people into zombies, Lark knows survival will be difficult. Her roommate and best friend insists that her father and his best friend will come and save them, but Lark isn’t sure if she wants to put her life into the hands of strangers. Unfortunately, when the zombies come, she may have no choice. And when Ben and Dillon break into their dorm in the nick of time, Lark finds herself reevaluating her insistence on independence.
Tragedy brings them together. The fight to survive creates a bond stronger than blood in a few short days. What’s a girl to do when faced with the zombie apocalypse? Does she trust in the two men she knows will keep her alive, or does she strike out on her own?
Be warned: menage sex (MMF)
Love Scene Blog Hop Excerpt (warning! adult content!):
Lark watched Ben as he absorbed what she and Dillon had said. When his shoulders relaxed and he leaned into Dillon, she knew he’d worked past the terrible memories that haunted the three of them, at least for now. She held out her arms.
Ben went to his knees and ducked his head down, kissing from her waist to her breasts, and then Dillon was there, too. He pulled at Ben’s t-shirt until he took it off. Lark let her hands roam all over the incredible perfection of Ben’s chest. She could hardly believe that he was Olivia’s father. He didn’t seem old enough to have had a daughter in college. She could hardly believe that she was making love with her best friend’s dad.
Enough. She’s gone. At least you have this, she told herself, sitting up and sliding her hands down his warm skin. She flicked his nipples and he smiled at her.
“That doesn’t really work for me,” he said, kissing her again.
“This does, though,” Dillon said, palming Ben’s straining erection through his jeans.
Ben broke the kiss, panting as his hips snapped forward into Dillon’s fingers. “Jesus. Warn a guy when you’re going to do that.”
“That would take all the fun out of it.” Dillon chuckled and worked at the zipper. Lark lay back down and watched Dillon undress Ben. When Dillon opened Ben’s jeans, his cock sprang out, thick and beautiful. Dillon cupped Ben’s balls and slid an arm around his waist, holding him still. “You want to taste?” he asked her.
Lark swallowed and nodded. She did, badly. Ben’s eyes flared darkly when Dillon slid his hand up and grasped his dick, pointing it at her. “Here. Take your time.”
Ben trembled as she scrambled to her knees. She put shaky hands onto Ben’s hips and he groaned.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” she whispered, looking up.
“Do whatever the hell you want,” Ben growled. “You can’t really do this wrong.”
Dillon tightened his arm around Ben’s waist until Lark could see the muscles pop. “Anything you do will feel good,” Dillon said, then smiled crookedly. “Well, almost anything. Try not to nick him with your teeth.”
Lark smiled sympathetically. That would probably hurt. “Uh, yeah. I’ll be careful.”
Ben shivered and Lark dipped her head down. She licked the crown, surprised when she tasted salt. “He’s wet,” she said, surprised.
“Fuck,” Ben muttered, hands gripping Dillon’s arm.
“Yeah.” Dillon’s voice was really low. “That’s because he’s really aroused right now.”
Lark nodded. So was she. Her pussy throbbed and she was tempted to touch herself, but… She blushed as her hand twitched.
“Go ahead,” Dillon said.
She frowned. “What?”
“You want to touch yourself. I can tell. Do it,” Dillon replied.
Ben made a sound in his throat that had her breathing faster.
“Seriously?” she asked, her face hot. Did they really want to see that?
“God, yes,” Dillon replied. Ben looked like he was going to lose it.
Lark licked her lips, then slid a hand down to touch her pussy. She was slick and it felt so good. She watched the men as she played with her clit. Dillon sunk his teeth into Ben’s shoulder. Ben shook and his cock grew thicker, amazingly. She wanted to taste him again, so she leaned down and licked the tip. More pre-cum beaded up as she swirled her tongue around and around.
“Oh God,” Ben whimpered.
She leaned back. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” She had no idea what the hell she was doing.
“Hell, no,” he said, panting. “Please. Suck me.”
She leaned in again and this time she slipped him further in. When his hips jerked, his cock hit the back of her throat and she drew back, coughing.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. Sorry,” Ben was saying, but she already had him back in her mouth. This time she slid her hand around Dillon’s, controlling how much she took in.
“Yeah, just like that, sweetheart,” Dillon murmured, moving his hand away.
When she glanced up, both of them were looking at her mouth. “You like watching?” Her fingers moved over her clit faster.
“God,” Ben groaned. His hips were making little circling motions now. “Yeah.”
She smiled and took him back in, licking and sucking. She was surprised he tasted so good. She was surprised that sucking him aroused her even more.
“Yeah, just like that,” Dillon said, fingers wandering back down to Ben’s balls.
“Gonna come,” Ben said, breathless.
Dillon immediately cupped Lark’s face and lifted her away. Ben moaned, head thrown back.
“We don’t want him coming yet, do we?” Dillon asked her.
Lark nodded, not sure why she was agreeing, but when Dillon stood up and began to take off his clothes, she knew. She wanted him. She wanted Ben. She wanted them both the same time. Somehow. She lay back down, fingers on her clit. So close…
“Stop,” Ben said, hand on hers. He’d managed to kick off his jeans the rest of the way and now he lay down between her legs. “Let me,” he said, dipping his head down. The moment his mouth touched her pussy she cried out. He licked her lightly, never giving her enough stimulation to climax.
“Oh God, you’re killing me,” she said, sinking her hands into his hair.
“Just hang on,” he murmured against her clit.
She shuddered, and then Dillon was there, fingers sinking in her cunt, beside Ben’s mouth. “You want us both, don’t you?”
Lark bit her lip. “I don’t know how that would work.”
Dillon kissed her as his fingers drew her wetness down and began to tease at her anus. “I can come inside you here.”
She froze as he dipped a finger inside. “That’s impossible.” She knew it wasn’t, but she’d never considered it before, not for herself.
“It’s not,” he said, teasing and teasing until she wanted to scream. When had his finger stopped feeling weird and begun to feel so good? She moved so that more of him slipped into her tiny hole.
“Yeah, that’s it. Take me in,” Dillon said.
Ben licked up her pussy, bumping her clit again. She went rigid, and then Dillon added another finger. It burned, but it also felt good.
“Oh God, what’s happening?” she asked, head going back and forth.
Ben moved up and suckled her breast. “We’re making love, pretty Lark.”
She grabbed onto him and dragged him up, kissing him deeply. She could taste herself on his lips. Dillon added another finger and she gasped. “I’ve never done anything like this.” Her hips moved, almost out of her control.
Ben mouthed down her jaw and kissed under her ear. “Neither have I.”
She drew his face back up. “You haven’t?”
He shook his head. “And neither has Dillon.”
Dillon kissed her inner thigh, still teasing her anus. “You don’t know that.”
Ben rolled his eyes, making Lark giggle. “I do know,” Ben said, sliding down her body again. He cupped Dillon’s face and kissed him. Dillon groaned and his fingers went still as Ben ravaged his mouth. “Just like I’ve never kissed another man. Or made love in a tent.”
Dillon finally looked as shaken as Lark felt. “I’ve kissed other men,” he said, almost apologetically.
Ben nodded. “But you’ve never kissed me.” Dillon groaned as Ben took his mouth again and his fingers twitched, sliding out. Lark shuddered as sparks of pleasure shot through her. She twisted her fingers in their hair, feeling like she was the link that completed the circuit.
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