Feels Like the First Time
FEELS LIKE THE FIRST TIME
Available September 2009
Dressed to Thrill
The best part of dressing up is taking it off!
Zoe Gaston needs to unmask a mystery man for work. She also must survive her dreaded high school reunion–and the costume party that opens it. So Zoe, once voted Girl Most Likely to Die a Virgin, comes dressed as a leather-clad dominatrix… whip and all!
Her scandalous costume catches a secret lover. He seems so deliciously familiar under his disguise…. He’s gotta be her long-ago crush.
But Zoe is shocked to discover the sexy body she’s been so thoroughly enjoying belongs to Dexter Drake–her oldest friend! And he’s hiding something bigger than just his identity….
ISBN-10:0373794967 ♦ ISBN-13: 978-0-373-79496-6
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Excerpt
As Zoe stared up at him, wishing she could see the color of his eyes in the evening light, his laughter faded. His gaze narrowed and he stepped closer.
“You don’t look like you believe me,” he murmured, his words low and musical.
“I’ve been called challenging plenty of times,” she admitted, her head spinning as her body reacted to the closeness of his. “But never gorgeous.”
“But you are.” He reached out, his hand fisted, and rubbed his knuckles over her cheek. Zoe damn near purred.
“Maybe you just have a leather fetish,” she suggested.
“Maybe I’d like to try a few fetishes with you and see how they feel,” he said, his words low and intense.
The image of the two of them, naked except for his mask and her boots, filled her mind. Zoe swallowed, her pulse racing so fast she felt like it was going to pound its way out of her throat. Was he Brad? Confusion swirled through the desire filling her brain. Hadn’t one of the twins mentioned Brad had gone to England? Was that an English accent? He obviously knew her. She couldn’t imagine any other guy at the reunion would flirt with her like this.
His hand left her cheek. Zoe bit her bottom lip to keep from pouting. Then he wrapped both hands around the edges of the cape he’d wrapped around her shoulders.
The cloth bunched over his fists, he used them to tilt her chin up.
“I’d want you even without the leather,” he said.
Her grin was fast and wicked. “Naked, you mean?”
He groaned, then laughed. Zoe’s heart tripped a little. So few guys could handle her smart mouth, let alone appreciate it while they were trying to make a move. But Super Sexy? He just shook his head and grinned. His lips still curved with humor, he held her gaze captive as he lowered his mouth.
Her breath caught. Then her mind went blank. His lips rubbed gently over hers. Warm, soft, intoxicating. Almost sweet, except for the sexual flare of heat zinging through her body. Her nipples hardened, her legs went lax. She grabbed his waist for support, her head falling back as he shifted from soft and sweet to hard and wild.
Zoe gasped, instantly aching and wet as his tongue took hers. God. She’d never had a kiss like this. So hungry and intense, she could barely keep up. Instead of trying, she gave over to the power of his demanding mouth. Let herself freefall with the swirling passion tightening in her belly.
Who knew the wrong costume could garner such a perfect prize?
