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I've got a spicy treat for you right here in this newsletter to sample one of my books in case you've forgotten why you signed up. This is one of my favorite scenes from Make Me. The connection between Manny and Rebecca had been building and now neither could deny the chemistry between them, no matter the crack in Manny's heart over what went down with Kyle.  My warm and fuzzies never come too easy, but I think that makes them all the more satisfying in the end. (For the sake of email content rules, certain words have been altered... but no worries, you'll get the drift)

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Manny tried to appear as though he wasn’t watching her, stealing glances at Rebecca through the pass-through as she washed up the last of the dishes. She’d insisted on doing it, as if another protest from him would result in something close to a tantrum. He knew to be afraid of sentences that didn’t have an ending: “If you don’t let me clean up after that amazing meal you fed me…” She’d even brandished the spatula at him.

Nope, not going there. Manny recognized a fight that he couldn’t win when he saw it. Now, he couldn’t wait for her to finish, so they could watch some TV together, like they’d done the night before. Nothing special, but damn if he wasn’t itching for her to get those pretty legs curled up next to him. It was crazy, but he missed her. Why had he pushed her away when his c*ck knew what it wanted?

Because his heart was tied up in someone else’s knot. A few hours earlier Kyle had only kissed him on the cheek and his body had all but caught fire. But Rebecca’s kiss had washed over him like a warm bath. He could soak in the sweetness he’d discovered in her. The soft coos she made when his tongue stroked against hers had made him want to know if they’d be louder once it stroked her cl*t.

F*ck, he was still hard. So why not slip behind her at the sink and press his c*ck into the cleft of that gorgeous ass, cup those perky breasts into his hands and tell her how much he wanted to give her the best orgasm she’d ever had?

Ninety days. Twenty-five more to go.

As flirtatious as he could be, Manny had never been one to sleep around. Not that he had any lack of opportunities, but he wasn’t the type to do anything half-assed. If he was going to make love to someone, he wanted to feel it in more than just his d*ck. Anything less than real just wasn’t worth his time.

The thing with Kyle didn’t fit into either category. With all the sneaking and hiding, how real could it have been? In the middle of a war, thousands of miles away, they’d discovered a part of each other that for Manny became wholly addictive. His chest ached thinking about their narrow escapes from ground fire, finding themselves high on being alive and then horny as hell. The first time Kyle kissed him had been kind of a joke. Alone in their barracks, he planted him with a big I’m-so-glad-to-be-alive-I-could-kiss-you smackeroo, slapping his hands onto Manny’s face and drawing him in with comedic exaggeration. Manny had laughed, but Kyle then turned serious.

“F*ck man, if I had lost you…” His touch became molten on Manny’s face in that instant. Kyle swept his lips over his chapped, sunburned skin, and he trembled just slightly at the touch. Their mouths had then crashed into action with a roaring hunger that demanded satisfaction, no matter what.

Manny felt carried away on a wave of desire that was at once thrilling and natural. Kyle knew him better than anyone, and the two cared deeply for one another; it wasn’t a secret. In that wooden shed of a barracks they called home, they were alone—for how long, neither of them knew for certain. But Kyle had awakened an out-of-control craving in him that didn’t really give a f*ck if someone walked in.

Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell might have just been repealed, but making out with your active-duty gunner copilot wasn’t exactly behavior befitting an officer. It had been a stupid risk, something Manny had stopped taking years ago. He liked to have his bearings, liked knowing what to expect. Kyle scrambled everything he thought he knew about himself. Was he gay now? He didn’t feel gay. He hadn’t even considered being with another man before. Deep down Manny knew it didn’t matter. Whether he’d ever want to be with another man or not, he wanted Kyle like he wanted air.

But what now? Kyle was New York’s most eligible bachelor, for Christ’s sake, and Manny had leftovers older than whatever he had going on with Rebecca. And yet, she already felt like a part of his life. He scrubbed his face with the heels of his palms, like a revelation would magically appear if he’d only open his eyes.

“Well, that’s done,” Rebecca said, bringing Manny back from his thoughts. She appeared from the kitchen, drying her hands. “So, umm…I’m going to do some reading.” Her thumb floated without determination in the direction of his bedroom.

“Really? I was kind of hoping you’d check out this movie with me.” He didn’t miss the confused look on her face. With the mixed signals he was throwing at her, she had every right to be confused. He looked away. “If you want to.”

She came closer, and he was thankful for her cheery smile. “OK, where do you want me?”

Boy, was that a loaded question. He noticed that she stood on the outside of her feet, balancing in a way that told him pounding the pavement all day in those f*ck-me-hard heels had left her hurting. He took her hand and pulled her down next to him, then clasped her left ankle in his fingers, removing her shoe. Manny raised an eyebrow at her.

“Oh yes, please,” she said to the first pass of his thumb against the ball of her foot. She relaxed back against his pillow with a blissful expression. “How did you know?”

He smiled, glad he had a smidgen of pleasure he could offer. “Shhh…we’re watching a movie,” he said, but the look on her face was far more interesting. How long would he be able to keep from plundering that perfect mouth again? He’d known Rebecca Sinclair for just two days, and already he could barely keep his lips off her.

“You keep that up and you’re going to make me fall asleep,” Rebecca murmured, patting her belly and letting out a yawn.

“That wouldn’t be so terrible,” Manny said, keeping a steady path between her toes, while his knuckles applied just enough pressure into her arch.

She hummed through a smile beneath hooded eyes. “No, it wouldn’t.”

* * *

Three a.m. was an ungodly hour to wake up. That is, unless you found yourself cocooned under a manly arm against a lean, muscled chest that just so happened to belong to the guy you were sure had managed to capture a bit of your heart. Rebecca didn’t dare move, or Manny might wake up and put her safely in his bed, away from the nice erection lodged against her thigh. At some point her leg had meandered over his waist. She didn’t remember doing it, so she figured she couldn’t be held accountable.

TV light still danced in the room, but the volume had been turned down. Rebecca chanced a sniff of his neck. Pure intoxication. Pure torture. She wanted to press her lips there, where his pulse beat steadily under his caramel skin. My God, what she wouldn’t do to get a lick.

He rolled toward her, still asleep, yet his expression was wrought with pain; pinched brow and those luscious lips pressed together in a thin line. His breathing became ragged and shallow. Rebecca noticed the way he suddenly clutched the sheet draped over them both. When the shuddering moans came, she knew a dark dream had him hostage.

“Manny.” She shook him gently. “Manny, wake up. It’s just a nightmare.”

He held on to the darkness, or it held on to him. His furrowed brow had become dewy with sweat.

Rebecca doubled her efforts. “Manny!” She touched his face, cupping his cheek, and then tapped him not so gently on his chest. “Wake up!”

“Kyle.” The name fell from his lips just as his eyes opened.

Rebecca stroked his cheek, the way you might for a startled child. “I think you were having a bad dream.”

Manny sat up, wiped his brow, and looked around as though he needed confirmation he wasn’t where he’d been moments ago. He caught his breath, raking his hand over her head. “F*cking war. Sorry.”

“No, no. Don’t apologize.” She rubbed his arm. Manny’s eyes were wild, wide, and intense. His stare seemed enough to send her into flames.

“Come here.” He pulled her close, slipping his long fingers into the nest of curls beneath her ponytail at her nape. She went willingly as he commanded. The gruff tone was something she’d never heard him use.

His tongue found hers without apology, like a bullet to a mark. This time his hands found every reason to be under her blouse and no excuses for why they shouldn’t. Manny’s need was almost tangible, as real as the ache it promised to satisfy inside of her.

“Are you sure?” she asked, afraid of the answer.

“Do you want this as much as I do?” He nipped at her lip, a lion under tenuous control.

She nodded, aching for him in a way that didn’t say much for good judgment. She knew he was suffering, nothing else was certain. “Let me try to make it better.”

Rebecca freed him from his T-shirt, and he returned the favor with her blouse. Even in the dim light of the television he was beautiful. Too many hours had passed since she’d seen that strong chest with its dusting of hairs on the sternum. Her tongue went right for a small brown nipple while her hand gained purchase on his strong shoulder. Since the moment she’d seen him shirtless and wet, Rebecca had wanted to lick at that little piece of candy. The sexiest sound she’d ever heard came from him then, and her hand slid over the ridges of his torso to settle against his c*ck. He was large and firm in her hand as she rubbed the length of him against her palm through his shorts. He rocked into her strokes, pulling her head from his chest and kissing her again. His hands scooped both breasts from the demi-cups of her bra, and his mouth left hers to rain attention on one and then the other.

She took in the sight—simple yet so erotic—as he lapped at the stiffened tips. He’d made her forget how to breathe. Her whole body tingled from the sensation and from lack of oxygen. The feeling consumed her from the inside out. His fingers had their own agenda, working the buttons of her shorts and sliding them over her thighs.

He leaned back then to look at her in a soaked lace thong, her breasts spilling from the matching bra. “Mystery Girl, you’re so beautiful.”

Rebecca smiled at her nickname as much as the compliment. “Not so much of a mystery anymore.”

He shook his head. “You make me want to know every inch of this gorgeous body. Gonna start with seeing if you taste as good as you look.”

To be tasted by those lips jumped to number one on Rebecca’s bucket list. She watched his tongue make a brief appearance on his bottom lip before he hooked the thin strips on her hips and pulled the thong free from her legs. He took ownership of her thighs with his hands, spreading them wide as he looked directly into her eyes with a wicked smirk playing on his lips. He eased his thumb over her cl*t, already slippery with her desire for him.

“Nice,” his voice rasped as he dipped into the source.

She sucked in a slow breath when he dropped his lips to the sensitive skin of her inner thigh while circling his thumb in the shallows of her c*nt.

“Oh God. Are you teasing me?”

“I’m taking my time. In for a penny, right?” He danced his tongue into the valley where her leg met with her sex and laved the area with the tip. “You smell amazing.”

Her p*ssy tightened around a missing c*ck, the need for him to be inside her mounting into something criminal. “Manny…”

He buried his nose and inhaled, the warmth of his breath then saturating her labia and making her moan. One pass of his tongue over her cl*t and Rebecca was ready to confess to anything. Begging wasn’t out of the question either. He took another sweep over the delicate nib and then dipped his tongue inside her.

“Manny, please.”

“You’re too good to rush things.” He swallowed, and a hoarse humming sound rumbled against her flesh. Then he washed his tongue over her slit, dipping inside once more before making his way to the bud of nerves swelling with each pass.

Her walls contracted again, causing the heavy ache inside her to double in weight. He hollowed his tongue like a spoon, savoring the liquid evidence of how much she needed him. Then his fingers were inside her, offering a measure of relief.

But not enough to keep her from begging. “F*ck me. Oh God, please.”

Rebecca had never been so desperate for a man to make love to her. As a rule, Rebecca was never desperate for anything she couldn’t satisfy on her own. She was a strong, independent woman, not some needy chick who didn’t know how to use a vibrator. But as her pelvis bucked toward him of its own accord, Rebecca saw the flaw in that thinking. How could you know desperation if you’d never glimpsed satisfaction?

Manny spoke against her flesh. “Just this. I’m going to make you come just like this.”

He rocked those two fingers inside again, curling them as they entered. The licks at her cl*t began a relentless tempo that lingered somewhere between hurried and indolent. She swayed her hips. He pressed her down against the futon, pinning her with his stare as much as with his hand. Through his long, upturned lashes, his gaze branded her.

Rebecca lost it—control, restraint, her defenses. She lost it all to Manny and the magic he made between her thighs.

“Yeah, baby. That’s what I want,” Manny murmured between the sips and kisses on her tender flesh that had her shuddering with orgasm.

His drenched mouth bore a satisfied smile, but how could he know what kind of miracle he’d just performed? Manny was the Holy Grail, the eighth wonder. No one had ever made her come like that. No one had even brought her close.

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