Heâd never been kissed like this before, and he held her there, enjoying the journey through this uncharted and gentle place
She caressed the back of his head, and when he thought she was separating from him, he was filled with irrational longing, and he grabbed her arms and used his lips to capture her by the chin.
Heâd seen animals mate on nature shows, their foreplay of nipping one another playful and gentle, and he understood that visceral animalistic instinct to claim one and make that one his own.
Purring started deep in her belly, and he put his arms around her, knowing she felt that magnetism too, and when the moans were nearly out of her, he sealed her mouth with his so they released into him.
The pressure of her mouth lessened and she eased off her toes, her hands busy at his waist. Her fingers tangled with his as they battled for whoâd get his belt loosened first.
âLet me.â
âI can do it faster,â he told her.
was born in Buffalo, New York, and had plans to study law before becoming a published author. While raising her three children, she wrote her first book on legal pads and transcribed it onto a computer on weekends before selling it in 1993. Since that time she has sold more than thirty novels and novellas, and is proud that one of her books was made into a 2001 TV movie, Commitments, in which she had a cameo role.
In addition to writing full-time, Carmen is now a mom of four, and lives in the Southeast. You can contact Carmen at www.carmengreen.blogspot.com or [email protected].
To Lori Bryant Woolridge, Nina Foxx, Martrice Denson.
Iâll cherish our friendship always.
To the Sparrow. Iâll see you in the Rapture someday.
Dear Reader,
To the sensual backdrop of Herbie Hancockâs CD Possibilities, Brenda Jackson and I brainstormed our MOTHER NATURE MATCHMAKER novels over the phone one evening.
I am always honored to work with a master, and Brenda is one of the best in our profession. Sheâs chock-full of ideas and always respectful of mine. Ironically, when we got on the phone, we both had our TVs tuned to the same station and the documentary was chronicling how Herbie created his masterpiece. My favorite song on the CD? âA Song for You.â
Iâm honored to have worked with Brenda and Celeste Norfleet on this series, and I want you all to enjoy our highly favored men of Key West. My thanks to Brenda and Celeste and to you all for giving us the opportunity to entertain you once again.
Iâd love to hear your thoughts on my book Sensual Winds. Write to me at carmengreen.blogspot.com or [email protected].
Blessings,
Carmen
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
There was a rhythm to New York City at 7:00 p.m. that no other city could duplicate. Throngs of people streamed down sidewalks and into streets, the innocuous traffic lights controlling every man and woman, car, taxi and bus.
Today Manhattan was a little different; brightened by the mayor, whoâd declared it Smile Day. Dozens of volunteers had been dispatched around Manhattan to take pictures of anyone who was smiling, and then they were given their photo.
Today, everybody was smiling in New York City at dusk.
Ten floors up from the bustling streets, Doreen Gamble sat at her desk and touched the corner of her smiling photo. Her pace had been frenetic at lunch. She had been trying to balance a tray of two large cups of green tea, a boxy Crate and Barrel wedding gift for a coworker, a prized bag of Christian Louboutin silk lace-up sandals and a political magazine when sheâd been asked if she wanted to brighten up New York with her smile. It didnât hurt that the photographers had goofy Smile tiaras on their heads.
Theyâd been so irresistible, sheâd been glad to show off her whitened, otherwise uncorrected thirty-twos. She didnât even mind donating to the charity that supported the 9/11 memorial fund. Sheâd arrived back at work feeling as if sheâd done some good for the world.
The back line rang, and her thoughts returned to the here and now. Doreen hoped it was Lucas. Lately, his no-news updates had left her disappointed, but she hoped he had some good news today.
âGood morningâevening, sorry,â Doreen corrected, shoving her long hair behind her ear. âHow may I help you?â
âYou work so much you donât even know if itâs day or night? Tell that woman of mine to give you a day off.â
Lucas McCoyâs voice had the power to make her feel as if even on her worst day she was the prettiest girl in the room. If he made every woman feel this way, it was no wonder he did more renovation jobs for women than men.
Who could help having a tiny crush on him? She couldnât.
âPut me on webcam, Doreen,â he said. She blushed, wishing sheâd had a few extra minutes to fix herself up. Lucas wasnât her man, but she still didnât want to look bad to him.