I am SOOO not going to have any spare time in 2013.  My list of must-reads has grown exponentially since the TRS Christmas Party started!  But that’s a good thing.

As promised, here is another excerpt from my holiday romance, The Christmas Dare.

Hope you enjoy!

Tonight, Gia entered a fantasy world that picked up where Ethan’s kiss left off. In her dream, when she hadn’t backed away he’d crushed his mouth against hers, which opened willingly under the onslaught. His tongue, tasting of Corona and lime, slipped between her teeth to stroke her own, and she eagerly met him halfway. Gia felt him loosen his grip around her waist, and she anticipated the separation when he would push her away. Instead, she felt his hands slide down her back and over her hips until they cupped the underside of her bottom, which he pressed against his groin.

“Mmm,” she moaned, and he intensified the kiss at the sound of her response.

She couldn’t help herself. In spite of the warning bells that were clanging inside her head, signaling a point of no return if they went any further, she let her hand skim against his abdomen and past the waistband of his blue jeans. Soon she palmed the firm bulge that strained against its confines, and she rubbed her hand up and down it.

“Gia, stop unless you want to take this to a level we’ve never been to before,” he warned with a whisper against her lips.

“Take me there, Ethan,” she murmured and then caught her breath as he suddenly hitched her up into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his hips, clinging to him in a ravenous tangle.

Ethan walked them to her bedroom and gently lay her down on the covers. She was only capable of lying there, watching as he pulled his T-shirt over his head. He unbuttoned his jeans and began to lower the zipper, slowly. Painfully slow.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked as he stroked one hand down the long length of his erection, teasing her. Tempting her.

Her eyes were riveted to it, and she licked her lips. “Yes, Ethan. I’ve wanted you my whole life,” she groaned. Every nerve ending in her body was on fire, and Gia knew only he could squelch the flames.

An annoying, beeping sound jolted her from her reverie, and she opened her eyes to realize it had all been a dream. A deliciously wet dream, but innocent reverie nonetheless.

“Shit,” she muttered and pulled the pillow over her face to block the early morning sunrays.