Synopsis
Her body was my greatest
damnation.
I craved her and the way she
came alive beneath my fingers. The way she’d let me force my will upon her
tender flesh, so breakable and trusting—open to all I could teach her.
The moment I laid eyes on my
defenseless gatita, everything within me shifted. Everything about her sang to
my most basic of needs. She made me want things that never mattered before,
that had no place within my solitary existence.
Amanda let me take. She let
me gorge myself on all she had to give and never complained. I became addicted
to her.
I was supposed to be the one
in control. The master of our time together.
But this was never my
game.
I was never in charge.
And now, I’m left dealing
with the consequences of everything. My hunger, denial...the resentment.
“I hate that I love you.”
Excerpt
Rage was packed as I pulled up to the valet parking area. The lines
were long, and the college crowd was out in full force. As my eyes traveled
down the line, the hemlines of each tiny outfit receded, much to my enjoyment.
“Holy shit!” a soft feminine voice squeaked by the club’s entrance, and
my body hummed at the sound. It sparked my curiosity, and I walked closer.
There was a pull. An ache that began to take a hold of me the closer to her I
got.
She was the closest to me out of her group, and it was something I was
thankful for. No one between her and me to witness the effect she had on me.
A warm breeze passed through us, causing her scent to swirl around me.
It was sweet and fresh. Nothing overpowering like the stuff most girls her age
used. I took in a deep inhale and groaned out a low, “fuck.”
My pants grew tight, and my cock strained against the zipper. The
pressure made me both excited and apprehensive. I’ve never reacted so strongly
to a woman’s voice or smell. Women flocked to me, not the other way around.
Her back was turned to me as she walked through the club’s doors. What
a spectacular fucking view. Ass high and round—tight, encased in distressed
denim that molded around her curves.
There’s nothing sexier to me than when a woman is proud of her body.
Tiny or plus sized. A woman, like the one a few feet away from me, was a sinful
delight. You could tell by the way she walked—her sway—that she felt desirable.
I followed close behind, barely throwing a glance at the bouncer as I
passed them by. They knew me well enough and gave me a quick head nod in
greeting. Being a regular had its benefits.
The girls stopped once within the club’s main floor, right between the
dance area and bar. She was facing away from me. My fingers twitched beside me.
Something within me needed to touch her. See her face. Feel her skin.
“What’re you drinking?” the girl beside her yelled over the music.
“I’m in a vodka kind of mood.”
“With OJ?” my girl added; her hips moved to the heavy Jamaican beat
pulsing through the speakers. Her voice carried over to me, and I shivered. Its
tone captivated me—caressed my cock with its husky timbre.
I wanted to hear her moan my name.
“Is there any other way?” the first girl answered,
and then turned to listen to the other two standing beside her. They spoke, but
I didn’t hear a word. Most men in my position would be enjoying the view of
what stood before me, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her.
My body was in tune with hers. My cock throbbed for her pussy.
Standing off to the side, I watched while they made their way toward
the VIP section of the club. Her hips swayed deliciously from side to side, the
plumpness of her ass calling my name with each tiny step she took. She
sauntered toward the empty table with a reserved sign and sat down.
“Gatita,” I whispered low, and took a step closer.
“Who are you calling a little pussy cat?” Oliver stood beside me now
with an amused expression on his face. When the fuck did he get here? “A few
minutes ago.”
Was I speaking aloud?
“No,” he answered, “the look on your face said it all.”
I ignored him and took a step closer, but his hand on my arm made me
pause. “What?” My tone held annoyance; he was standing in the way of my latest
craving. Turning back to look at him, I raised a brow and signaled toward his
hand over my forearm.
Oliver released me and held his hands up. “Where are you going?”
Good question. What was I doing?
“No clue.” And it was the truth. There was a lure I felt—a fascination
I needed to fuck out of my system, preferably with her.
It was as the last syllable passed through my lips that the unthinkable
happened. She turned—my gatita faced me and smiled toward the bar. That
innocent move fucked up every preconceived notion of what I thought my life
should be.
Was it love? Fuck and no. I don’t believe in that at first sight crap.
There was something there, though, lust being the predominant emotion. It enticed
me into seeking her out.
A low growl escaped my lips as she pulled her face away and turned to
listen to her friend. My eyes devoured every inch and curve it could, from the
poutiness of her lips to the swell of her perfect breasts.
“Stop being a pussy and go talk to her,” Oliver deadpanned, and for a
second, I snapped out of whatever trance she had me under. He looked beyond
excited over whatever was happening to me. Fucker.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Evasion was the key in this
matter. He’d seen enough.
Oliver let out a deep belly laugh, loud enough to draw attention our
way. “Bullshit.”
“Wait a minute,” my gatita hissed and slammed her hand on the tabletop.
“Is that what…fuck! Did you see Hunter?”
Her angry voice pulled my attention her way once again. Who the fuck
was Hunter? Why did she look so upset at the mere mention of his name?
Why did I care?
The group spoke in heated whispers. They were trying to calm her
down by the way they each smiled or patted her back. She didn’t care for any of
it and stood up to leave. “You’re right. Fuck him. Hunter will not ruin my
night.”
Her irate disposition only made her hotter in my eyes.
Angry sex was the best kind of sex.
They applauded, following behind her to the dance floor. Her body moved
to the beat, a slow, sensual roll of her hips that caught the eyes of a few
men. Irritation bloomed within me at the sight of so many lusting over what I’d
claimed as mine.
Is that what I did? Fuck, yes. If anyone was leaving with that beauty
tonight, it would be me.
Then I saw her sad face, and my plans changed.
I stood up, not caring one bit for what Oliver would witness. Something
within me screamed to go to her. Make whatever he did a distant memory. My
chair scraped against the club’s floor, and the people around us turned to
look. Not one fuck was given over the spectacle I was creating.
She needed to be in my arms. I’d make everything better.
“One so beautiful should never wear such a sad expression.”
My Review
Oh
Camden, how I love thee, you put all my girly parts in a frenzy!
So this is a Teasing Hands novella
told from the point of view of our delicious alpha Camden and it is raw
unleashed and unfettered emotion that will make you shiver with desire and ache
with utter heartbreak. The novella begins at the turning point for Camden and
Amanda, when the stakes are at its highest and Camden is realizing the mistake
he has made in pushing Amanda away from him, so far that he might just lose
her.
This is intense folks! The anger,
guilt, grief, LOVE and desperation that oozes from Camden will hit you like an
arrow in the heart. And even though those of us who have read Teasing Hands
already know the outcome, you will still find yourself rooting for Camden as if
your own happiness depended on it.
I LOVED taking a ride through
Camden's head, feeling his desire, his love and his loss all centered around
Amanda. Elena Reyes has such a gift with the Male POV. It's guttural,
passionate, earnest and consuming. In this short read of awesomeness you get to
know Camden inside and out, his demons and his hopes. This Novella rocked, I
more than enjoyed Camden's point of view and being able to feel exactly what he
did; learning through his eyes how much Amanda had affected him and changed his
whole outlook on love. I truly love Camden and Amanda's story and I'm happy
Elena gave us a chance to delve into Camden even more and revisit why we love
him and all his incredibly sexy massaging self.
Buy Now
Fall in love with Camden and Amanda from the beginning
Giveaway
About the Author
Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would.
As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned.Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.
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