Divine Redemption

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An Excerpt From: DIVINE REDEMPTION

Copyright � JORY STRONG, 2010

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

Chapter One

Hot water struck Temperance�s tanned flesh. It flowed over slick skin and feminine curves in a hot caress that never failed to harden Demetri�s cock.

She knew he was there, watching through the steamed glass of the shower stall. She�d known the moment he stepped into the bathroom, though she hadn�t turned her head or acknowledged him.

It�d been like that from the very first with Temperance, the connection between them instant, intense. She�d come into the club where he worked as a bartender at night to support his real passion, his art, and he�d looked up immediately, known something important was about to happen. And it had.

In the packed room their gazes met and held. Electric attraction and pulsing need. Two souls recognizing each other even if the bodies housing them were strangers to each other.

In that instant he�d known he wanted to be with her forever. Later, when she was stretched naked on the futon in his studio, she�d said their meeting was fated. Told him about going with a friend earlier in the day for a tarot reading and drawing The Lovers card from the deck.

It had to be fate, he agreed, painting her flesh with colors meant to be licked and kissed away. Following the trail left by a swirling fingertip with his lips and tongue, worshiping her in a way he�d never done before with a woman.

Not that there hadn�t been women. There had been. His looks and the bartending gig drew them, and if that didn�t, the artist label did. But until Temperance, he�d never wanted to be with a woman more than he did another man. He wouldn�t again. She was his one very permanent exception when it came to the female sex.

Demetri shrugged off his tank top and unbuttoned his shorts, letting them drop to the floor. On the other side of the shower stall she turned her back to the water then smoothed soapy hands over her breasts, played with dark, beautiful nipples.

She teased them into sultry pouts, at the same time teasing him into curling his hand around the hot length of his erection. He laughed at her antics, a sound that was equal parts amusement and gasp of sexual pain as he tightened his grip on his hardened cock.

In a minute he�d join her, replace her hands with his mouth and then kiss downward. But for now he�d torment them both by delaying.