First Kiss Friday – An Excerpt from “Perfect Odds” by Lashanta Charles

Today on First Kiss Friday, we welcome romance author, Lashanta Charles, and an excerpt from her Contemporary Romance novel, “Perfect Odds,” part of the “All In For Love” Anthology.

When a jilted bride meets the man of her dreams, will she embrace the new plan, or cling stubbornly to the old one?

First Kiss Excerpt

I watch him as he pulls out a dessert with a golden brown crust and some ice cream. And then the smell hits me—peaches! He made me peach cobbler! He glances up at me with a smirk and I grin my ass off in response. I happily lose myself in the mouth-watering aroma of baked peaches and nutmeg, as well as the warmth finally lurking in those blue eyes. I wish I could say that it’s always there, but it isn’t. I want to be extremely cheesy and say that the coldness is only for others, but the truth is, that’s just him and these rare glimpses of warmth and heat that I get are just that – extremely rare. I’ll take it though.

Deft fingers grab a spoon and plop a dollop of ice cream on top of the cobbler, muscles stretching and flexing against his t-shirt as he moves. I barely resist the urge to touch him. That smirk still plays on his lips, so he knows the exact effect he has on me. Arrogant bastard. He picks the bowl up then moves closer to me. Placing the bowl on the counter, he turns and gripping my waist, lifts me onto the polished, white surface. Snatching up the bowl, he situates himself between my legs. I slide forward, leaving no room between his large frame and the cradle of my thighs. A devilish smirk appears on those full, sensuous lips of his.

“Taste,” he says as he holds a spoonful in front of my face.

I do as I’m told and my mouth experiences an explosion of ooey-gooey-delight. The warmth of the peaches and the thick, sugary glaze contrasts perfectly with the coolness of the ice cream. I can’t imagine a Georgia girl who loves any dessert more than peach cobbler, done right. I close my eyes on a moan and open my mouth for more after I swallow. He chuckles and places another spoonful in my mouth. Hearing the clatter of the spoon I open my eyes to see him carelessly tossing the bowl aside.

“Share, little dove,” he murmurs before his mouth crashes against mine.

“Always,” I moan and sweep my tongue into his mouth. The taste of him is captivating—sugary sweet with a hint of the whiskey he drank during dinner and something inherently Jayce. His hands grip low on the curve of my hips, fingertips digging into my ass. Our tongues glide against each other’s and wanting him closer I wrap my legs around his waist. He groans and grinds against me before slipping one hand up to the nape of my neck. Gripping a handful of my hair, he pulls, tilting my head to the side, allowing him to deepen the kiss. I revel in his ability to take control, never asking permission, just manipulating my body the way he wants in order to maximize the pleasure for us both. His teeth sink into my bottom lip forcing a low moan from me before he soothes the sting with his tongue.

I dig my heels into his back, wanting him closer still and before I realize it, we’re moving. He yanks on my hair again, pulling my head back and his lips lock onto my neck. He drags his teeth along the column of my neck and I fumble with the buttons on his shirt. I hear a door slam shut and then I’m enveloped in the softness of his bed. I don’t recall ever being this thoroughly kissed and lucky me, I also find out how insatiable he is in bed—remarkably so. Which isn’t a bad thing considering how good he is at that, too—supremely. That glimpse of arrogance he showed me yesterday was very well warranted.

“Perfect Odds” is part of the “All In For Love” and is available through:

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