A little Sexy #SundaySnippet 9.27.2020

Tomorrow I start my Goddess Fish Blog Tour for MISTLETOE, MOBSTERS, & MOZZARELLA, so I thought I’d whet your Holiday RomCom-reading appetite with a little sexy snippet from the book here, today. Enjoy. And consider preordering – the link is live in the above title!

After the third episode of a sitcom we’d both loved as kids, we decided to forgo a forth.

Tony shifted on the couch and stretched out next to me, slipping one arm behind my head the other palming my stomach.

“Wanna make out?” he asked, grinning, as his lips skimmed down my neck.

“How old are you, twelve?” I asked. But I have to admit I did nothing to discourage him from seducing me.

“When I was twelve I wanted to play with balls and bats. I wouldn’t have known what to do with a gorgeous woman in my arms.” He pulled my ear lobe between his lips and bit down.

“You learned pretty fast.” I might have gasped once or twice while saying it because the hand at my stomach inched up to cup a breast. He stopped under the edge of my bra the moment he touched the fabric.

He pulled up, leaving his hand in place, and asked, “What are you wearing under this? It doesn’t feel like regular bra material.”

“What’s regular bra material feel like?”

“You know. Cotton or something. What is this?” He tugged at the collar until my bra strap and cup were exposed. It was fascinating watching his face as he got a glimpse of my underwear.

“Holy shit.”

“Is that a good holy shit, or a bad one?” I was sure I knew the answer just by the way his eyes widened to the size of bocce balls and his mouth dropped open like his jaw came unhinged.

Instead of answering me right away he pulled up and dragged me with him. When we were sitting, facing one another, he gripped the hem of my sweater and looked me square in the eyes as he asked, “Can I take this off?”

The fact that he asked almost made me start crying. I mean, really, how sweet was that?

I debated whether or not to slip it off myself, but he had such a look of boyish expectation on his face, I knew half the fun for him was to do it himself, so I lifted my arms above my head.

I don’t think any item of clothing I’ve ever worn was discarded so quickly or as deftly as Margaret Rose’s gift.

“Holy shit,” Tony exclaimed again when I was sans sweater.

I repeated my previous question.

This time for an answer he skimmed the lace top edge, then slid down over the red cups, his thumbs teasing over my hardened nipples. The material covering my breasts was a red mesh and completely see through. My nipples peeped between the interwoven curlicues. A satin bra would have kept them secure and hidden behind the material.

Tony’s gaze zeroed in on those two little distended points and then he rubbed his thumbs over them again.

My back arched, jutting them forward, and I almost came on the spot when Tony licked his lips, shifted, and sucked one of them into his mouth.

“If this is what you’re wearing on top,” he said, moving to the other breast for equal time, “what have you got on under your jeans?”

I gasped and clutched his head between my hands as the tug of his lips shot straight down to my core. Between breaths I managed to say, “It’s a matching set.”

Tony shot back and stared hard at me again, hope now adding to the expectation in his eyes. I could detect a little lust mixed in as well.

“Can I see? Please?”

He truly did look like a little kid waiting to open his birthday presents, hoping and wishing he’d get exactly what he’d asked for.

“Well, since you ask so nicely.”

Intrigued? I hope so.