Imagine

Excerpt from: Imagine

About stinking time Adam showed up.

She'd been fantasising about him for months. And now it was time to turn those fantasies into reality. Chloe needed to be with a real man, someone who would give her what she wanted more than anything: A screaming orgasm. She was done with gents who offered polite, little tingles of release. She was definitely over faking it to save some bloke's poor little, fragile ego. It was time for a writhing, exciting, suck-the-breath from her lungs orgasm.

And maybe, just maybe, Adam would be the one to do it for her.

She was already damp between her legs.

Damp? No, mark that one through. She was wet. Dripping, sopping wet.

Finally. Finally, a man to make all her dreams come true. And it was about damn time, as well. It would be nice to have someone she wouldn't have to coach. Being a thoroughly modern woman, she'd even told a few men specifically what to do and when to do it. Now! And with one fellow, oh, please, not so soon.

And where had it gotten her?

Sexually frustrated, that's where. She's had no choice but to turn to a vibrator for company on long cold nights. On. Off. Clever, that.

But this man. Wow. More sizzle than a bonfire and firecrackers. Maybe a little treacle toffee thrown in as a bonus.

"Get on that bed, Chloe. Now."

She shivered at the command in his sexy, wonderful voice. Command? From Adam? Not only was it unexpected, it was a total bite of delicious.

Now that she heard that tone, she was TTO - Totally Turned On. His voice oozed richness, dripped with seduction and had a ripple of brogue through it. Score!

The overhead light was dimmed, making it a bit difficult to see his features. But no matter, she knew them intimately.

Since she'd seen his sketches months ago, she'd been feeding her nighttime fantasies with thoughts of him, him in her bed, inside her.

Although what it was about him that made her a quivering mass of hormones, she couldn't exactly say.

His cheekbones weren't sharply chiselled. No, they were more sweeping, inviting her to trace her fingertips across them. Usually, she was attracted to men with more angular features, but this time, this man… Well, it just went to show that you never knew what was going to appeal to your inner woman.

"I said, get on the bed."

Wondering where this was going, but more than game to find out, she sat on the side of the bed and wiggled her hips until the backs of her knees touched the mattress.

"I want to see your hair. Take it down."