Sunday, 8 January 2012


Hi folks.  This week I'm joining the fabulous Victoria Blisse in her Sunday Snogs.  After you've read mine, you should check out all the other "Snogs" too!  Click on the Graphic or the link at the end to go to her blog and see all the links to the sexy excerpts!

This snog scene is from one of my favourite books : THE RELIC.  It's a steamy action adventure and I hope you like Magda and Vince as much as I do:


          Why did she do it? Why did she always have to go and piss him off and then totally throw him off balance by being so damn sexy? There was one thing for sure— being around Magda was never boring.
         And she was probably the most fuckable woman he knew.
         Just watching her swing those hips as she overtook him on the path back to the hut got him all hot and bothered. The Islamic disguise flapped carelessly in the breeze as it hung discarded over her shoulder and it reminded him of the trouble it was for her to stay in character. Nope, she wasn’t the submissive type at all, although from memory… she didn’t mind at all when a man took charge in the sack, as long as they got to switch every now and then.
         She turned her head and gave him a cheeky grin. “What are you smiling about, Stone? I’m kicking your butt out here in the jungle, you wimp! Pick up the pace why don’t you or it’ll be dark before we get back to the hut.”
         He chuckled to himself as the memories stirred his cock to life. He shouldn’t be enjoying himself so much when they were in such deep shite, but he couldn’t help it.
        “Not everyone can be a jungle warrior woman like you. Mags, but put me in my favoured environment and I am the Master.”
         She stopped and turned to face him, hands on her hips and a big grin on her beautiful face.      “Favoured environment? Where would that be? In a kiddies’ playground?”
         Moving quickly, he reached her, grabbed her shirt and pulled her close to him, their lips so close he could feel her sweet little breaths teasing his mouth. “Playground is right, Mags, but no kids are allowed where I am talking about. Strictly ‘Adults Only’.”
        She gasped, and he saw that cute little nervous tic at the side of her mouth just begging to be kissed, but he hesitated, waiting to see what she would do next.
        “You sound pretty sure of yourself, Stone. That’s very arrogant of you,” she whispered, her voice catching in her throat.
        “Not at all,” he breathed back, moving his free hand to the small of her neck and gently stroking her cheek with his thumb. “I’m very good at what I do, and I’m not afraid to prove it.”
         She moaned softly and that was all the encouragement he needed. His mouth covered hers and demanded entrance. She tasted of the tangy mangosteens they’d eaten for breakfast as his tongue explored her mouth, thrusting slowly in and out, exactly how he wanted to fuck her.
        Right now.
        Right here.
        Slow and easy, and making it last until their bodies exploded. He let go of her shirt and slid his hand inside, covering her bare breast with his palm. She kept her arms by her side, but her nipple pebbled hard in to his hand and he couldn’t resist rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
       “Oh God,” she gasped as she broke away, leaning her head to the side allowing him to trail his mouth over the softness of her beautiful neck. He could feel the heat rising on her skin as her breathing became more ragged the more he touched her. Jeezus, she was on fire!
         He moved his hand from her shirt and slid it under the waistband of her shorts, slowly inching towards her gorgeous pussy. His cock leapt for joy when his index finger entered her body.
      “Jeezus, Mags, you’re so wet.”
       Her body stiffened, and he felt her withdraw from him, physically and emotionally. Shit, he’d fucked up again. Carefully, he removed his hands and took a step back from her, his breathing uneven and coming in short spurts.
       Magda stared at his face, her beautiful green eyes shimmering with unshed tears and full of confusion. “We can’t do this, Vincent,” she whispered.
       Aw shit… you’re a fucking idiot, Vince!
       “I’m sorry, Mags. I know we shouldn’t be doing this, but you just don’t know what you do to me.”
        A hint of a smile came over her lips. “Yes, I do, Vincent. Me and every other woman who crosses your path.”


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