Release Blitz: Completely Captivated by A.D. Justice
Meet Aaron & Christa in Completely
Captivated
by AD Justice!
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Aaron Rivers
Christa was the exact opposite of every
woman who’d shared my bed for a night.
All I could think about was getting to
know her intimately. She completely captivated me.
Then, as usual, I screwed up
everything.
My life. Her life. Our love.
Now her old crush is back in town, and
he set his sights on Christa. But she’s mine. I’ll be damned if
he gets her.
I will win her back before he wins her
over.
Christa Lanes
Aaron breezed into my coffee shop and
right into my heart.
He was gorgeous, confident, and sexy.
Out of all the women who threw
themselves at him, he wanted me.
Against my better judgment, I took a
chance.
Then he took our new life away.
When I was at my darkest, my lifelong
friend Jared pulled me through, only to tell me he wants to take
Aaron’s place.
But can I give my heart to Jared when
Aaron already stole it?
The moonlight shone directly through
her bedroom window, casting its silvery light across her naked body.
Her eyes glistened with unshed tears that she quickly blinked back.
My hands reached out to her and cupped her face to kiss her deeply. I
tasted the faint sweetness of alcohol. With my intensity increased, I
poured every bit of my love into the kiss, willing her to feel it and
take her fill of it. I gently pushed on her shoulders, silently
instructing her to sit, and then I helped her move up to the head of
the bed.
I started at her feet, kissing,
licking, sucking, and nipping my way up and down each leg. I took my
time loving her, worshiping her entire body, and pouring my whole
heart into her. Then I worked my way back up her leg, stopping
momentarily at her core to meet her gaze. My chest clenched at her
expression. It was a mixture of the worst pain, the purest bliss, and
the deepest love I’d ever seen. That expression would haunt
me—later. I’d berate myself for causing her so much pain and
confusion, but for as long as she’d let me stay, my sole focus was
to make her feel better.
I dipped my head and sucked her clit
into my mouth. She gasped and grasped my hair in her fingers.
Intermittently, I sucked on it lightly then gently ran my tongue
over, under, and around it repeatedly. I moved slowly at first,
savoring her natural flavor and every sound of approval she made. The
intensity inside her was building to massive levels. She was so close
but not quite there yet—but she would be there many times before I
was done.
“I fucking love how you taste. And
the sounds you make. The way your tiny fists pull my hair just before
you come. Your breathy voice when you scream my name.” Her body
melted under my touch, my words only adding to her need for more.
I increased the suction on her clit
then scraped my teeth across it. Her hips bucked upward
involuntarily. Her grip on my hair increased, slightly tugging on it
and pulling me closer to her at the same time. Her hungry moans were
sexy enough to push me over the edge before she even touched me, but
I retrained my focus on her pleasure.
I wrapped my arms under and around her
legs and pulled her core to my mouth, and I hungrily lapped her up.
After a quick dart of my tongue in and out of her pussy before
rolling it inside her, she almost sat straight up from the intensity.
When she fell back against the pillows, I continued assaulting all
her senses. My hot, wet tongue found her nub once again before my
lips closed around it and my finger thrust into her waiting entrance.
As I pushed it in, her moans became
louder and her grip became tighter. I deliberately moved my finger in
and out of her at a leisurely pace. The need to see her almost
matched my need to have her, so I raised my eyes to watch her. Her
neck was arched back, her eyes welded shut, and her mouth was agape,
with her sexy moans involuntarily escaping at my ministrations. With
an added second finger filling and stretching her, I increased the
pressure and crooked them to catch the spot that sent her over the
edge.
“Aaron,” she screamed, and it was
the sweetest music.
I pressed on until she rode the last
wave of her orgasm and soaked my hand. When I pulled my fingers out
of her, she opened her eyes in time to see me put them in my mouth
and lick her essence off them. Her lips parted and her eyes widened.
The pulse in her neck jumped in time with her pounding heart. She
tried to pull me to her, but I gently nudged her back down, silently
shaking my head side to side.
Her responding grumble made me smile
against her skin as I continued licking, nipping, and sucking my way
up her stomach and ribs until I reached her breasts. The stubble of
my unshaven jaw rubbed against her soft skin, leaving light red
abrasions like they were my own personal branding iron. My possessive
side appreciated the fact that her skin held my mark. She was mine,
after all, and I was determined to win her back. When I reached her
breasts, I took one into my mouth, sucking and biting on her nipple
while my hand kneaded her other breast. My thumb and middle finger
closed around the taut peak of her nipple, and I continued my double
assault on her. Her fingers gripped my shoulders and back, her nails
dug into my skin in response to the powerful sensations.
“Aaron,” she panted.
I raised my head to meet her eyes, yet
I was afraid to speak the words that were on the tip of my tongue.
Afraid the words would break the spell, and she’d tell me to leave.
That she’d realize this wasn’t just a dream she’d later wake up
from and instantly regret her middle-of-the-night phone call.
“Aaron, if you don’t take me now, I
will leave and find someone else who will!”
Her words struck a chord in the hidden
chasms of my mind. I knew her declaration was part bluff and all
frustration, but that very thought had tormented me countless times
every night. The thought spurred me to speak my mind, my response
leaving no room for discussion or argument.
“The. Hell. You. Will. You are mine,
Christa. For better or for worse. Till death do us part. And it’ll
be over my dead fucking body that any other man touches you–or
it’ll be his fucking death.” I meant every word of it.
Her eyes widened in surprise, studying
my face and partly losing the glazed look of desire. I sensed my fear
was about to come true—she was on the verge of realizing our
rendezvous was a huge mistake and making me leave. So I decided to
finish what she asked me to start. I aligned the head of my cock at
the entrance of her wet core then slowly pushed into her, giving her
body time to adjust to my size.
Once I’d pushed in to the hilt,
burying myself fully inside her, I curled my hips and thrust slightly
harder into her. I straightened my arms and looked directly into her
eyes, holding hers captive. The glazed look returned to her eyes, and
her hands moved to my chest, gripping, holding, and stroking me as I
thrust into her harder and harder.
When she closed her eyes, I immediately
issued an order. “Open your eyes and look at me. See me, Christa.
You were made for me and only me. You are like a finely tuned violin,
custom-made to be played only by my hands. Your body wraps around and
fits me perfectly. I know every sound you make, when your breathing
changes, and only I can give you what your body craves. I am the only
man who can answer its call. You. Belong. To. Me. And I belong to
you.” I kept my voice low and let it flow across the air between
us. Her inner walls quivered and squeezed me as her body shuddered at
my words.
I pulled her legs up, wrapped my arms
behind her knees, and increased the angle and depth of my
penetration. Christa grasped at the sheets, writhing beneath me in
sheer ecstasy. Harder and harder, I thrust into her over and over
until her orgasm completely took her over the edge. When she screamed
out my name again, I felt her tightness squeezing around me, holding
me inside her and milking me for everything I have. I gladly gave it
to her, emptying myself deep inside her and groaning with complete
satisfaction as I said, “You have all of me.”
A.D. Justice is the USA Today best
selling author of the Steele Security Series (Wicked Games, Wicked
Ties, Wicked Nights, Wicked Intentions), the Crazy Series (Crazy
Maybe, Crazy Baby), the Dominic Powers series (Her Dom, Her Dom’s
Lesson), and two stand-alone books, Just One Summer and Intent.
When she’s not writing, she’s
spending time with her own alpha male character in their north
Georgia mountain home. She is also an avid reader of romance novels,
a master at procrastination, a chocolate sommelier, a twister of
words, and speaks fluent sarcasm. An avid animal lover, A.D. Justice
has three horses, two dogs, and one cat.
While the primary focus of her books
have been romantic suspense, she has plans to expand into different
sub-genres of romance. Stay tuned to read what she has in store for
you!
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