Lisa Renee Jones – Hurt So Good

Hurt So Good
Ellora’s Cave
ISBN: 1-4199-0395-0

Kelly Marshall is all work and no play, which has left her with only dreams—visions filled with erotic images. But fantasy becomes reality when she accompanies a friend to a trendy Manhattan bar and meets Mark—a man hot enough to fulfill all those nighttime fantasies.

After spending one incredible night with Mark, Kelly slips away without leaving a way for Mark to reach her.

Kelly’s erotic dreams continue—only now they feature Mark, a man who isn’t so easily dismissed. But soon she will face him again and this time Mark won’t allow her to escape because he plans to win one hot night after the next.

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She wanted him, and she planned to have him.

Tall, and dark with shoulder length black hair, he oozed sex and power. The minute he’d entered the clinic, her eyes had locked with his. She’d felt the heat rocket to her thighs, burning a path to her core. Raw with blatant sensuality his eyes dropped to her cleavage, lingering, and then lifting. He wanted to fuck her.

Her brow lifted. A silent challenge. What was he willing to do about it? He smiled at her. A bring-it-on kind of one dimple job. And she knew the only cure for what this stranger had just done to her was hot, behind closed doors, sex.

It was only minutes later when she knew he was alone in his room that she acted on her need. Entering his examination room, she shut the door, and leaned against it. Watching him watch her. Her eyes dropped to the crotch of his pressed, black pants. He was already hard for her. She could see his cock pressing against his zipper. As hard as she was wet, it was clear they both felt the power of nameless, potent lust.

She’d never seen him before today. Somehow, it only made the encounter more erotic. A forbidden, nameless interlude was what they would share. Her body pulsed with sensations he could easily turn to ecstasy. And she knew he would. It was in his deep, blue eyes…a sensual ability to please. He oozed sex.

Eyes glittering with intent, his gaze slid along the lines of her body, lingering at her hips, and breasts. Her nipples tingled with anticipation, pressing against the lace covering of her bra. His perusal was bold and hot, as if he’d touched her with his hand rather than by sight.

Her lips parted slightly, a long, blond lock of hair falling over her cheek. His shoulders were wide, his chest impressive as it stretched over the rippling muscle she would soon have beneath her palms. Pressed to her body.

“Hard to believe a body like yours is injured,” she said, a husky quality to her voice. “I might not be able to take away the pain, but I know how to make a hurt feel oh, so good.” She paused for effect. “I promise.”

He pinned her in a stare, eyes narrowed with questions, but still hot with obvious interest. “Who are you?”

A slow smile slid onto her bright red lips. “I’m your physical therapist.”

His eyes narrowed. “But you’re wearing a nurse’s uniform.”

The tip of her tongue slid along her bottom lip. She reached for a button on her white blouse, and slid it free. And another. “Darn,” she said, “wrong outfit. I better take it off.” Buttons came free until there were no more. Pushing open her neckline, she knew what he saw. High, full breasts, barely covered by sheer lace. But she didn’t stop there. Her shirt fell to the floor and then the little piece of lace.

The hungry look in his eyes turned her on, and her nipples ached as they tightened, begging for his hands and his mouth. But yet, she loved this little game they were playing. “Like what you see?” she purred.

“Yes,” he said in a deep, low voice, his gaze lifting to hers. “Show me more.”

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