Excerpt from A BIT OF SASS
Copyright © Sarah McCarty 2005
All rights reserved Ellora's Cave, Inc.
“You have too many clothes on.”
She shook her hair out of her eyes, suppressing a moan as the move produced
a shimmering pressure where she was most sensitive. “I repeat—lech.”
His smile let her know he’d heard the catch in her voice. His touch was
feather light as he slipped the straps of her bra from her shoulders. “A
lech who’d very much like to see you without these sexy pieces of silk.”
The hunch of her shoulders was instinctive. She’d never let anyone see
her naked after the babies were born.
The sheets rustled as he shook his head. “It won’t work, you know.”
The scrape of his nail down her spine sent shivers of delight spearing to her
core and goose bumps springing across her flesh.
“Hiding yourself from me.”
It would if she kept her elbows spread. “I’m not eighteen Jacob
“You’ve had two kids,” he finished for her as he persistently
tugged the scrap of lace and silk from her clutches. “I think it’s
time you understood, sweetheart, that these imperfections you think you have don’t
exist for me.”
His hand slipped between her breasts. A quick flick and that fast, her bra
was gone and he was looking at her. Sass closed her eyes, and thought she’d
drown under the weight of each stretch mark, each imperfection. The mattress shifted
beneath her as Jacob leaned forward. His hair brushed her arm and then, with a
caress as tender as the touch of a butterfly’s wings, he kissed the outside
of her breast. She opened her eyes and looked down. He caught her gaze and held
it as he repeated the caress. Once. Twice. Three times. Once for each stretch
“You’re beautiful baby. Always.” His words seeped into her
soul, warming that cold kernel of insecurity that said her prime was long past.
That she couldn’t measure up. Her breath caught on a sob.
He shook his head at her, pulling her chest to his with one hand as he scooted
them back until the headboard supported his back, and he supported her. His lips
whispered across her eyelids, soothing the burn of tears she wouldn’t let
fall. “You have the prettiest breasts.”
She had to ask. She’d spent too many nights dreading this very unveiling
not to. “You don’t think they’re ugly?”
Jacob blinked. She had to be kidding. She was in his arms—sweet, hot
and willing to drop her inhibitions—and she thought he could possibly find
one single thing about her ugly? He brushed the hair off her cheek and tipped
her chin so she couldn’t avoid his gaze. “There isn’t a damn
thing about you that isn’t beautiful.”
Some of the fear left her gaze, but a niggle of concern still hovered in the
flutter of her fingers on his arm, and the nervous flick of her tongue over her
lips. He leaned forward. Her tongue flicked out again. He tagged it with his,
feeling the jolt go through her as they connected. He took her gasp into his mouth.
He loved those little betrayals of surprise that overtook her when the passion
flared between them. No matter how often they made love, she always reacted like
it was the first time.
“I tell you what,” he countered, shifting her above him so his
cock notched securely against her pussy. Through the thin silk, the searing heat
of her tight sheath beckoned. She was always so tight. So eager. So perfect. “You
don’t make fun of my bony hips, and I won’t lie and say I find you
anything but the most desirable woman I’ve ever seen.”
“You don’t have bony hips.”
She was talking in that tight, soft tone that meant she was still worrying.
He tucked the persistent fall of her hair back behind her ear so he could see
her face “Uh-huh.” He touched his finger to the faint frown between
her eyes. “You’re worrying again.”
She blinked. The frown disappeared, to be replaced by a very shaky smile she
no doubt meant to appear brave. “I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to worry about.”
Her gaze bounced off his. Her lower lip disappeared between her teeth. “I
have a lot more on my stomach.”
The utter vulnerability exposed in those few words squeezed his heart. It had
been a mistake letting her call the shots for the last few months. Instead of
calming her, his cooperation with her wishes had just cemented in her mind the
validity of her worries. And the one thing Sass was good at was worrying.
“Your stomach, huh?”
“I guess I’d better check it out.”
He let his fingers ride the ridges of her vertebrae until he got to the high
waist of her french cut panties. Not doubt purchased because they both concealed
what she wanted hidden and accentuated the full curves of the hips he loved. He
watched her face as he tucked his fingers under the smooth elastic, watched how
her full lips pursed to a pout and the deep amber of her wide-set eyes darkened
to golden brown in anticipation and uncertainty. Another of those telling stiffenings
and then a cautiously whispered, “Maybe we’d better turn out the light.”
He shook his head, kissing her delectable mouth. “Uh-uh. You promised
me no darkness and no hiding tonight.”
He stilled her panic with a finger over her lips and a string of kisses down
her throat. The shallow valley between her breasts beckoned with an enticing scent.
Even her perfume drove him wild. His fingers found the crease of her buttocks
and slipped between, easing downward. “Not until I see these supposed imperfections.”
The smoothness of flesh beneath his fingertips gave way to the crinkle of muscle.
Her body jerked against his as he pressed delicately. “And probably not