Publication Date: December 1, 2014
**#1 Crush is Book One in the Loose Ends series. Each book is a full novel and the series will conclude with Book Three**
Gabriel lay naked on his side, his body seemingly relaxed as he propped himself up on one elbow and watched. But the last thing he felt was relaxed. His eyes were locked on Nicole, and he was having trouble deciding where to look. On the one hand there were her breasts, soft and weighty, with those hard, dark chocolate nipples pointing straight at him. They swayed towards and away from him, following the back and forth rhythm of her hips as they rocked against her fingers. There were those soft curvy hips and stomach. And then there were her thighs spread wide on his bed as she knelt in front of him, the sight of her stroking fingers cast in shadow under the fabric of that little pleated skirt.
He moistened his lips, his mouth suddenly dry as he found it harder and harder to breathe. There were so many things about Nicole that were driving him crazy now that he was allowing himself to really look at her. Her skin was warm, velvety, and felt even softer under his fingertips than it looked. There wasn't a part of her that couldn't be classified as curvy, even if her arms and legs were long and toned, and he loved the way the contours of her body fit in his greedy palms. But it was her face that really took his breath away. Her sable eyes were locked on his, watching and waiting for him to take her, forced to stoke her own heat while he reclined just inches away. Her cute nose and round cheeks, which he used to pinch for fun, her red and swollen lips and the gasps that escaped them. All of it made him crazy. But nothing made him crazier than the sound of her voice, husky and urgent with arousal.
"Touch me, Gabriel... please."
He smiled, relishing her supplication. He was killing himself laying mere inches away from her, making her touch all the places he wanted to caress himself.
"I told you, I want to see you make yourself come first," he scolded, shaking his head. "Did you come yet, sweetheart?"
The way she said that word, somewhere between a demanding growl and an imploring whimper, made a rush of warmth flood his skin. Her eyes never left his face and they continued to plead with him even though her mouth was busy sighing with pleasure. His teeth scraped against his bottom lip. He rolled over onto his stomach so he was facing her, letting his hips roll and slowly relieve some of his own tension against the bed. His fingers traced lightly over her thigh just above her knee. Her strokes started to grow more frenzied.
"Like that, Nicole?"
She nodded. "More,” she sighed. Her hair was down around her shoulders, fluttering in front of her mouth as her breathing grew more labored.
His hand curved into the contour of her smooth, toned thigh and slid up slowly, disappearing under the hem of her skirt. He stopped there, rubbing the satiny flesh with his thumb.
Her eyes were blazing as she looked down on him, silently daring him to stop there. He liked that look, liked having her turned on almost to the point of anger. It was something that seemed to set her apart from the other girls he had fucked in the past. With them, subjugation was usually the end result. Even Marta, who had been feistier than most, would only beg for him to finish what he started. Nicole didn’t just want to surrender. She needed him to surrender, too. She needed him to not just take, but give, until he was breaking his own rules of the game just to watch her fall with him.
"Not good enough." She stared him down, even as she seemed to be struggling to speak the words. "I need to come, Gabriel. Please. Please make me come."
It was like she’d been saying this since the moment she met him, since the moment their hands touched and shockwaves of recognition shot through them.
"Lift your skirt," he commanded, and his voice was a quiet rumble.
Kaia Bennett is a native of New Jersey, a college graduate and U.S. Army veteran who loves music, movies, astrology, tattoos, martial arts, animals and, of course, the written word. She heard the siren call of the writer as a teenage girl, but took her sweet time answering it until she had lived and loved enough to share her work with the masses.
She is an erotic author who loves to write stories with diversity, depth, realism and viscerally hot encounters that flirt shamelessly with the taboo. A lover of all genres and a voracious reader, she aims to write stories that are transformative for her characters and readers alike.