Anastasia's Style

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An Excerpt From: ANASTASIA´S STYLE

Copyright © N.J. WALTERS, 2007

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

"Mason," she groaned.

He glanced up at her with a sexy grin on his face. "What?"

Picking up a pillow, she covered her face with it and screamed with frustration. When she heard his low chuckle, she gripped the pillow tight and whacked him in the head with it. Grabbing her hand, he tore her makeshift weapon from her fingers and tossed it to the floor.

Then he pounced.

He tickled her waist, which wasn´t fair when she thought about it. He knew how ticklish she was there. They rolled around the huge king-sized bed until she was breathlessly begging for mercy. Mason laughed, gripped both of her hands in one of his and raised them over her head. His legs had hers trapped between them and the bulk of his body held her captive. "You know you can´t rush an artist when he´s working." He nibbled the line of her jaw.

"So you´re an artist now, are you?"

He released his hold on her and levered himself up on his forearms. His expression was serious as he gazed down at her. "Maybe. Maybe not. But you´re definitely a work of art."

"Oh, Mason." Tears pricked her eyes. He was always saying things like that to her, and no matter how many times she heard them, she had a hard time believing them. She´d grown up a thin, klutzy redhead with braces, and memories of childhood taunting still rang in her head even though she´d filled out nicely as an adult.

Taking his time, he kissed every one of the six freckles that were sprinkled across her face. She was more fortunate than many natural redheads in that her skin was mostly smooth and clear, but her husband seemed to love her freckles.

Anastasia forgot all about her childhood and her freckles as Mason brushed his lips over hers. His tongue snaked out to lick at her mouth, and when she moaned, he slipped it inside. Their breath mingled as their tongues stroked and touched. She was gasping when he withdrew and began to kiss his way down her neck, taking special care to linger over the sensitive skin at the base where it met her shoulder.

"I want to kiss and lick every square inch of your body, Ana." He continued downward, licking her collarbone, his body sliding over hers as he went lower. She could feel the tightness in his muscles, could feel the hardness of his erection against her thigh, but still he focused all his attention on her.

Her fingers curled into the thick muscles of his shoulders as he lapped at one of her swollen nipples. And when he began to suckle, she arched toward him, her nails digging deep as she tried desperately to anchor herself.

It was always this way with Mason. She sank deeper and deeper into a well of sensuality and sexuality until she thought she might drown. With him, she allowed herself to let go in a way she never had, trusting him to always catch her and hold her close when she spiraled out of control.

His hands gripped her hips, his thumbs grazing her hipbones as he left a trail of kisses down her stomach. She sucked in a breath as his tongue dipped into her bellybutton and swirled around. He caught her silver bellybutton ring with his teeth and gently pulled. Anastasia felt that tug deep in her core as if his lips had tugged on her clitoris.

She stroked her hands over every inch of his flesh that she could reach-his shoulders, his biceps, his back. She loved to touch him, to feel the shift and play of his muscles as they moved beneath his flesh. She knew he wanted her as badly as she wanted him.

"God, you´re incredible," he muttered against her belly as he prowled lower. "I love the fact that you´re a natural redhead. [...] Very sexy."

"So you wouldn´t have fallen for me if I´d been a brunette?" she teased.

He sat up and glared at her, his turquoise eyes fierce in the low light of their bedroom. "I fell in love with the woman. Your intelligence, your sense of humor and your warm, giving spirit drew me to you. You´re unlike anyone I´ve ever met, Ana." His hand began to trace circles on her thigh. She shifted her legs wider. "You´re absolutely unique and I count myself lucky the day you walked into my office to interview for the job as my assistant."

Anastasia could see the sincerity blazing from his eyes and her heart swelled. "I love you too, Mason. I´d given up believing I´d find someone who´d love me the way you do." She´d been thirty when they´d met, and after being in the dating game for well over a decade, she´d become very disillusioned with it all. In fact, she´d been on a dating hiatus, determined not to go out with anyone when she´d met him. It had taken him quite a while to break though her defenses, but he´d done it, one day at a time, simply by being himself.

He lowered himself until he was lying between her spread thighs. From the way he was settling in, he didn´t plan on moving any time soon. She licked her lips in anticipation and he didn´t disappoint her.