Crossing the Line (Daniels Brothers #3) is part of my Boys In Blue Box Set releasing in less than a month. Here is a little excerpt of Paul and Megan's story.
“Paul? Are you all right over there?” No answer.
“Paul?”
Still nothing.
Without stopping to think, Megan turned the handle on the
door. It wasn’t locked, and it opened easily.
She peeked inside, and what she saw had her scrambling
across the room in a hurry. Paul was balanced—barely—against the dresser that
supported the television. He looked as if he’d just come from the bathroom, and
he was drunk. Not a little drunk, but can’t-walk-straight-or-talk-without-
slurring-his-words drunk. She’d never seen him like this.
“Meg-Meg-an.” He sighed, and attempted to raise his arm
toward her as she wrapped her arm around his waist. He was twice her size, and
in his current condition, he was dead weight.
With little help from him, Megan moved him a few feet over
to the bed. He plopped down so hard he bounced.
Once she was fairly sure he wasn’t going to topple over, she
glanced around the room. That was when she noticed the bottle of scotch on the
coffee table. Most of the bottle appeared to be gone, and as there was no one
else in the room, she had to assume he’d drunk it all himself.
“Will you be okay for a minute?”
“Su-sure.” Paul smiled up at her, and she felt something
flutter in the pit of her stomach.
Stop it, she told herself, as she marched back into her room
to get some ibuprofen.
He was still where she left him when she returned with
something for the headache he was bound to have come morning. She took one of
the glasses provided by the hotel into the bathroom to fill it up with water,
before returning to stand directly in front of him. “Here. Take these. If you
drank as much as I think you did, then you are going to have one massive
hangover in the morning.”
Without comment, or protest, Paul downed the pills like they
were candy. She handed him the water, and he drained that within seconds as
well.
When he was done, she took the glass from him, and went to
refill it. Again, he drained it when she brought it back to him. Once he
polished that one off, Megan set aside the empty glass. She couldn’t help but
wonder what had brought this on, although she was pretty sure she knew.
Megan was lost in thought when she felt Paul’s fingers brush
the outside of her legs. At first, she thought it was unintentional, but then
he got bolder and flattened his palms so that they were bracketing her waist.
She could feel the heat of his hands through her clothes. Megan knew she should
push him away—he was drunk, after all—but she couldn’t. She wanted to see what
he would do.
“Always wear . . . most in . . . testing . . . p . . .
jamaszzz.”
She swallowed. He noticed her pajamas? Since when? “I like
cats.” “Mmm.” Paul slipped the pads of his thumbs under her shirt, and began making
circles against her belly. It was incredibly intimate—more intimate than a lot
of the sex she’d had. This felt different. It was different. This was Paul. He
wasn’t like the guys she normally hung out with.
“Paul?” Her voice cracked. Why did she feel as if this was
her first time? Again, he ignored her, and this time he leaned forward, pulling
her closer.
He lifted her shirt, exposing her stomach, and pressed his
lips against her skin.
Megan reacted in the only way she could, by placing her
hands on his head, lacing her fingers through his hair. What was happening?
Paul continued upward with his exploration—pushing her shirt
out of the way as he went—until he reached her breasts. He cupped each one,
filling both his hands, and began kneading and lifting them. Her nipples
hardened, and she felt her body react in other ways. She knew she should stop
him, but she couldn’t. Megan had dreamt about this . . . how it could happen .
. . but she’d never imagined it would be like this.
He eased her left breast into his mouth and began sucking on
it as though it was his life source. Megan moaned. She was a woman who liked
sex, and it had been almost five months. No matter how wrong she knew this was,
if he was willing, she wasn’t going to say no.
Hearing her pleasure, Paul released her breast, and leaned
back on the bed, pulling her down with him. He cupped the back of her head, and
a second later, his mouth was covering hers—his tongue pushing against her
lips—begging, demanding entrance.
She opened her mouth, and his tongue surged inside, licking
and caressing. Megan could taste the alcohol on his breath, but she also tasted
him—something that was uniquely him. Even with Paul being drunk, she could tell
he was a good kisser. He angled her head exactly the way he wanted it as he
continued his assault on her mouth.
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