Book Excerpt:
LONZO
by Kat Madrid
Lonzo woke sometime around three in the morning. It took his brain a while to register the soft, fragrant, naked body that was pressed to his own naked form. But once the neurons inside his brain kicked in and processed the situation, it felt like his gray matter was directly hotwired to his groin area. His semi-arousal grew into a full-blown one when he took in the glorious form of the woman beside him.
Akmang siyang tatayo upang gisingin ang babae at tanungin ito kung paano ito nakapasok sa kanyang kuwarto. He wanted to know her agenda.
LONZO
by Kat Madrid
Lonzo woke sometime around three in the morning. It took his brain a while to register the soft, fragrant, naked body that was pressed to his own naked form. But once the neurons inside his brain kicked in and processed the situation, it felt like his gray matter was directly hotwired to his groin area. His semi-arousal grew into a full-blown one when he took in the glorious form of the woman beside him.
Akmang siyang tatayo upang gisingin ang babae at tanungin ito kung paano ito nakapasok sa kanyang kuwarto. He wanted to know her agenda.
As if sensing his movement, the woman opened her sultry eyes and looked up at him seductively. Their eyes met and Lonzo immediately felt the sudden rush of adrenalin and that unmistakably zing of pure, unadulterated lust.
He was transfixed, his thought process came to a standstill as he gazed at her lovely face.
She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
She was perfection, from her long, cascading silky hair down to her dainty toes.
She must be a siren, naked and ready for him…waiting for him make his move and taste what she was offering.
And he was merely a man…and right now he was greatly tempted to sample the feast in front of him. Once will never be enough. He will take her over and over until he had his fill of her. That, he knew for sure.
She smiled at him and as he saw her pink tongue wet her full, pouty lips, he almost lost control and jumped right in and take her fast.
"Who are you?" he barely managed to ask her.
She didn't answer. She just smiled wider. Instead of replying, her hand snaked its way up to touch his broad chest. Her touch did several things to Lonzo. It felt like a live wire, her very own brand of electricity which jolted that primal part of his DNA makeup which urged him to make her his mate.
"Take me…I want you," she whispered softly, as if half asleep.
So be it. Control be damned.
His hands touched her face, her neck and went further down her willing body to cup one of her amazingly full, rose-tipped breasts. He was looking at her face, and he saw her gasp of pleasure as he played with her puckered nipple. He wanted to claim her lips and was about to kiss her when she abruptly turned to her side, as if to sleep again.
But her back was still closely pressed to his body, her derriere enticing him to fulfill a great need. To his further amazement, the woman pretended to go back to asleep! He groaned out loud. Hindi siya makapaniwala sa ginawa ng babae.
Minx.
She was clearly playing games. Sassing him.
Well, she picked the wrong guy to trifle with. He had always been a sucker for sassy, feisty and frisky women. Especially frisky ones and she was definitely one.
It was mind over matter a few moments ago.
Now he had chosen matter.
He smiled wolfishly, thoroughly anticipating the enjoyment that no doubt will be the outcome of this encounter.
Jordana was drifting from a dream…her head still hazy.
She dreaming that she was inside a labyrinth and was looking for a way out. When she was about to give up hope, she saw a footpath filled with mist. Against her better judgment she still walked towards it.
The mist cleared and she saw the gate that led outside the maze.
She strode towards it. She was very near the gate…on her way to freedom, when without warning, powerful arms held her back, ripping the diaphanous gown she was wearing…leaving her naked.
Trembling and holding her tattered garments about her, she faced the person who held her.
A man wearing a black cloak held her…and with the lack of light, she can't see his face.
He suddenly crushed her to his hard chest, making her gasp.
She was about to scream but he placed his big hands on her breasts and started to knead and pull at the sensitive tips.
Instead of shouting for help, she moaned instead, unable to stop herself from responding to the stranger's dark caresses.
One of his hands moved from her left breast and started its unerring journey downwards.
She almost stopped breathing from the sensory overload but it was nothing compared to the gush of warmth that came through her when he parted her folds…
Jordana woke up with a start.
It all felt too real.
Was she really naked on a bed, lying on her side?
Impossible!
Then she felt it.
Something warm, hard and… so big was nudging her from behind.
She realized then that she was not alone! She was sharing the same bed with a naked man…a stranger who appeared to be asleep but roaming his hands all over her body…like in the dream she just had.
She couldn't move away even if she tried. One of his legs was clamped over hers, preventing any form of escape.
The man began nibbling her ear before asking in a husky, just-out-of-bed voice, "Are you lost, cara?"
This is not happening, her mind screamed. Please, Holy Mother. Let this be a dream.
But those questing fingers wrecking havoc on her body were telling her otherwise.
This was no dream. This was real.
"Get your hands off me!" she said vehemently.
He was transfixed, his thought process came to a standstill as he gazed at her lovely face.
She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
She was perfection, from her long, cascading silky hair down to her dainty toes.
She must be a siren, naked and ready for him…waiting for him make his move and taste what she was offering.
And he was merely a man…and right now he was greatly tempted to sample the feast in front of him. Once will never be enough. He will take her over and over until he had his fill of her. That, he knew for sure.
She smiled at him and as he saw her pink tongue wet her full, pouty lips, he almost lost control and jumped right in and take her fast.
"Who are you?" he barely managed to ask her.
She didn't answer. She just smiled wider. Instead of replying, her hand snaked its way up to touch his broad chest. Her touch did several things to Lonzo. It felt like a live wire, her very own brand of electricity which jolted that primal part of his DNA makeup which urged him to make her his mate.
"Take me…I want you," she whispered softly, as if half asleep.
So be it. Control be damned.
His hands touched her face, her neck and went further down her willing body to cup one of her amazingly full, rose-tipped breasts. He was looking at her face, and he saw her gasp of pleasure as he played with her puckered nipple. He wanted to claim her lips and was about to kiss her when she abruptly turned to her side, as if to sleep again.
But her back was still closely pressed to his body, her derriere enticing him to fulfill a great need. To his further amazement, the woman pretended to go back to asleep! He groaned out loud. Hindi siya makapaniwala sa ginawa ng babae.
Minx.
She was clearly playing games. Sassing him.
Well, she picked the wrong guy to trifle with. He had always been a sucker for sassy, feisty and frisky women. Especially frisky ones and she was definitely one.
It was mind over matter a few moments ago.
Now he had chosen matter.
He smiled wolfishly, thoroughly anticipating the enjoyment that no doubt will be the outcome of this encounter.
Jordana was drifting from a dream…her head still hazy.
She dreaming that she was inside a labyrinth and was looking for a way out. When she was about to give up hope, she saw a footpath filled with mist. Against her better judgment she still walked towards it.
The mist cleared and she saw the gate that led outside the maze.
She strode towards it. She was very near the gate…on her way to freedom, when without warning, powerful arms held her back, ripping the diaphanous gown she was wearing…leaving her naked.
Trembling and holding her tattered garments about her, she faced the person who held her.
A man wearing a black cloak held her…and with the lack of light, she can't see his face.
He suddenly crushed her to his hard chest, making her gasp.
She was about to scream but he placed his big hands on her breasts and started to knead and pull at the sensitive tips.
Instead of shouting for help, she moaned instead, unable to stop herself from responding to the stranger's dark caresses.
One of his hands moved from her left breast and started its unerring journey downwards.
She almost stopped breathing from the sensory overload but it was nothing compared to the gush of warmth that came through her when he parted her folds…
Jordana woke up with a start.
It all felt too real.
Was she really naked on a bed, lying on her side?
Impossible!
Then she felt it.
Something warm, hard and… so big was nudging her from behind.
She realized then that she was not alone! She was sharing the same bed with a naked man…a stranger who appeared to be asleep but roaming his hands all over her body…like in the dream she just had.
She couldn't move away even if she tried. One of his legs was clamped over hers, preventing any form of escape.
The man began nibbling her ear before asking in a husky, just-out-of-bed voice, "Are you lost, cara?"
This is not happening, her mind screamed. Please, Holy Mother. Let this be a dream.
But those questing fingers wrecking havoc on her body were telling her otherwise.
This was no dream. This was real.
"Get your hands off me!" she said vehemently.