Skin Tight

Blurb

A pair of expensive gloves brings them together. But will her haunting past keep them apart?

Zach is shocked to encounter the intriguing woman he's searched weeks to find. Karli Logan loves a well-made pair of gloves. One might say gloves are her passion. Zach's grandfather is a highly sought after glove designer. When Zach discovers Karli trying on a pair of Saliente gloves in his sister's boutique he's determined to know her--in every way. Upon finally meeting her, he'll stop at nothing to keep her close. Skin tight. Wouldn't it be nice if it were that easy?

Excerpt

She danced him onto the balcony, then back against the granite wall. Her gloved hands stroked his face, down the front of his shirt as she nipped at his jaw. She pulled his arms behind him, and before he knew it, she bound his wrists with the silk scarf. Karli looked into his face and smiled, her eyes glittering as she untied his black bowtie and slid it free, then unbuttoned his shirt and folded it back. She pushed up his white T-shirt, then leaned forward to suck a tit into her mouth. All the while, her hands worked at his belt, then eventually unzipped his pants.

The cool breeze raced across his hot flesh. It helped not one iota to cool him as he felt his pants and underwear pushed down over his hips. His cock sprang free, tall and thick. When one of her gloved hands wrapped around his erection, the silk sliding up and over, then downward, cupping his balls, he thought he was going to lose it right then and there.

Suddenly she released him, leaving him tied, watching her as she danced away, his tie now gripped in her hand, fluttering in the breeze. Her eyes were on him, feasting on his half-clothed body.

"Don't move," she said, her words carried to him on the wind. She drew the length of black tie between her legs, fitting it snugly between her labia lips. He was so hot, stifling with the need to have her, but he did as she asked, using every bit of self-control that he could muster, feeling the silk binding his wrists, wanting to tear free and take her into his arms.

She spun around, each of her hands holding one end of the tie as she moved it back and forth between her lips, frictioned it against her opening.

She lifted up onto the balls of her feet, and in a seamless movement lifted one of her legs, exposing her engorged flesh, pointing her toes at him as she turned and turned, thigh muscles rippling, moving the black fabric back and forth. It was now wet, drenched with her juices.