Thursday, 3 June 2010

Excerpt Day - Wild © Madison Scott


Catrina stepped from the shower on weak legs. They were wobbly, like those on the old Gumby doll she'd found for Ashley last week. She pulled a scarlet red towel from the rack and wrapped it around herself. She still tingled, ached, and hungered for Mr. James, but her shower release took the edge off her need, if only a little while. It's like he turned her into a wanton, some wild woman with sex on the brain. Catrina shuddered. If he ever found out how much she wanted him, she would lose her job for sure. A man like him wouldn't want some starry-eyed novice chasing after him between games of Barbie and Pet Shop with his daughter.

After grabbing a second towel for her hair, she pulled open the bathroom door. She took one step out of the bathroom and the towel she used to dry her hair dropped to the floor. Her heart thundered as heat surged through her cheeks like strikes of lightening. That same heat sent fire coursing through her veins and landing between her legs. She couldn't move. Her feet were heavy, planted into the ground of her bedroom as her eyes trained on the man sitting in the corner of her darkened bedroom.

What was he doing here? Oh God, had he heard what she'd said? Did he know what she just did? Tremors so different from the vibrations of pleasure she'd just felt moments before wracked her body. This was it. She would lose her job. Her friends would be angry at her, and she wouldn't be able to spend time with the little girl she'd grown to love.
Catrina opened her mouth to speak, but only a squeak emerged. She shook her head, and then dropped it forward, unable to look at him with his coal black hair and penetrating eyes. And that's when she remembered ... oh God; she was standing naked in front of Mr. James! Well, naked except for her towel which rested just below her rear. "I--I have to go," she managed to push the words through her lips before she turned to duck back into the bathroom.

"Cat, wait."

She did just that. She couldn't have moved if she wanted to. He called her Cat. In the two months she worked for him, he'd never called her that name.

"We need to talk." His voice poured over her like warm honey, making her gooey between her legs. What is wrong with me? I'm about to lose my job, and I still want him?

"Shouldn't I get dressed first?" That's all she needed -- to get thrown out of his house without clothes on her back. What would Molly and Brenna think? She could only imagine calling her friends to tell them she'd been fired, needed a ride, and ‘oh, can you bring me some clothes’?

"I'd rather you didn't, Cat. You're a beautiful woman, and after what I just heard, I have to tell you, I'm imagining you in much less than even that little towel."

Warmth spread through her belly as her heart rate jumped. Did he really think she was beautiful? More importantly, did he really fantasize about her the same way she did him? Despite the way she burned with embarrassment because of what he'd heard, she turned to him. This was her chance to be the wildcat. Who knew, he might not want her the way she did him, but she couldn't turn away from him if there was a chance! Maybe, just maybe, she could be her wildcat with the real thing instead of just in her mind.

"What a contradiction you are. Your cheeks are scarlet, and you can hardly look me in the eye, yet, just seconds ago, I heard you screaming my name while you pleasured yourself. So sweet, yet so bad too, aren't you, Cat?"

She fought the overwhelming urge to duck back into the bathroom, lock the door and never come out again. This wasn't her. Hell, even with Roger she hadn't been blunt in the sex department. How could she with the man sitting in front of her? The one who inspired all her sexual reveries, yet also held her livelihood in his hands. Not only her livelihood, but everything she'd ever wanted. Being a nanny may not be what most little girls dreamed of being as a child, but for her and her two friends, it was.

But could she ever forgive herself if she passed up this opportunity? This could be her chance to prove to herself she could be more than sweet, shy Catrina. Maybe, just maybe, Hunter could help her be more. The only question was, could she do it? "I--I want to be bad."

Catrina risked a glance at him to see a wicked grin stretch across his face. She'd never seen the look in his eyes before. Heck, she'd never seen any man look at her the way Hunter James did in that moment.

"Tell me what you want, Sweet Cat."

She almost lost it right there. Was this really a possibility for her? Catrina fought to slow her rapid breaths. "I want you to touch me. To--to make me wild. I want you to make me forget who I am, turn me into the woman I am in my fantasies."
He pushed to his feet, taking long, quick strides until he reached her. In one swift movement, Hunter pulled her against him and covered her mouth with his. Catrina's whole body melted in his arms as a moan of shock and satisfaction rumbled inside her. Hunter ate the sound as his tongue pushed past her lips into her mouth. He scorched her with his heat, with the sweeps and probes of his skillful tongue. She brought her arms up and wrapped them around his neck, aware that the material of the towel felt looser around her.

When his large hand splayed over the small of her bare back, Catrina shivered. Tingles of delight raced down her spine. The towel must be completely open now. She didn't have time to dwell on the fact that she stood bare in Hunter James's arms, because he pulled her tighter against him. Her belly came in contact with the hard length of his erection. She'd made him hard! Sexy, gorgeous Hunter James was hard for her.

That wild woman who only came out when she was alone in her bedroom started to emerge again, begging and pleading to break free from the chains that held her at bay. Catrina rubbed against him. Relishing the feel of his length grinding against her. Hunter's hand ran up the small of her back to her neck, and then he buried it in her hair, pulling her closer for another sweep of his tongue before easing her away.

"You want me, Sweet Cat?" With his free hand, he covered one of her breasts before pinching her hardened nipple. Catrina sighed as the pull of his fingers vibrated throughout her whole body. "Why didn't I notice these pretty, little nipples hardening for me before? Are they always like this for me? Always so sharp with your desire?"
"Yes," she hissed, trying to stuff down the embarrassment of being with him this way.

"And you want to be wild for me?" Hunter pinched and rolled her nipple again. "You want those fantasies I heard you acting out in your shower?"

His other hand left her hair and went to her free breast. They felt so good. Better than she imagined as they played with her sensitive peaks. "Oh, yes..."

"You intrigue me. You have since I first met you, but I'm not sure I can give you any more than that. And I don't want to lose you. You're good with my daughter and she loves you. I have to be sure you're okay with that. My daughter and your job are the most important things here."

She would take it. If they tried for anything more than just the weekend, things could get sticky. As much as she wanted him, she wanted her job more. She didn't want to leave this house or his little girl. "I love Ashley too, and I'm not asking you for more."

"So you'll do as I say, Sweet Cat? You'll let me draw out that skittish wildcat you've been hiding from me? I'm warning you, love, I like to be in charge. Will you let me help you find your pleasure?" His voice was thick with what she hoped to be desire.

She never wanted anything more in her life. Her body screamed, pulsed, as wetness dripped down her legs. "Please ... I want you. I want it all."

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Author: Madison Scott

Publisher: Liquid Silver

Genre: M/F Contemporary


Catrina Reynolds has a secret. By day, she cares for the daughter of her boss, Hunter James, but by night, she pens naughty fantasies about him in her journal. A man like Hunter: gorgeous, wealthy and confident would never return the affections of a sweet, mousy, nanny like Catrina, so when journaling is no longer enough, she's forced to act out her fantasies alone...
While his daughter is away for the weekend, Hunter plans to get to know his quiet, shy nanny. He senses there's more to the woman than meets the eye. When he stumbles upon her calling out his name while showering, he wants nothing more than to lure the wildcat out of her sugary, sweet shell.
Catrina and Hunter embark on a weekend of erotic fantasies all geared toward bringing out the naughty girl hiding inside her. But is there more between them than their sexual games? Will he make all her fantasies come to life?

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