I have a treat for you today! My guest blog is from the very talented Patrica Mattern as she tempts you with some excerpts and an insider exclusive on my blog!
Cass and the pretty flaxen haired girl had found a quiet spot in one of the outbuildings. Once used for horses until a new barn was raised ,it now housed extra hay bales and farm equipment.
It was the first time Cass had been alone with a girl, though he was half past his 15th birthday.
"So," the girl whose name was Kirsti said in a soft voice," Do you like me Castor Noble?"
"Very much," Cass answered. In his mind she was the most beautiful young girl at the fall dance. Her eyes were the clearest blue he had ever seen, and her hair shone in the light of the
Oil lamps like burnished gold and lips were a tantalizing deep rose color.
Cass felt a stirring in his loins that couldn't be denied. He simply had to touch her.
Breathless and fearing rejection he lowered his head to press his lips to hers. Her lips were soft, much softer than he had imagined.
Rather than resist his overtures Kirsti pressed against him. For the first time he felt the press of her young breasts against his chest, and it caused a pleasant warmth to course through him as his own body responded.
Now his lips had covered hers, and he felt her tongue joining his in a passionate exchange that connected them and made it impossible for him to tell where one of them left off and the other began.
Instinctively, as she moaned softly,his right hand drifted downward and up under her skirt.
Caressing the skin on the back of her thigh was intoxicating. In his rough world of crop tending and farm chores, softness was at a premium.
Without speaking,they sank down slowly onto the carpet of hay they had been standing on, Cass maneuvering himself so that he was over her but not in top of her. Her breathing was coming faster , just as his was, her breasts heaving, the swells of them straining against the thin material of her bodice.Gently and still kissing her mouth, he placed one hand over her breast.
It was more softness.The ache in his groin became even more uncomfortable, and this time he involuntarily moaned deeply in his throat.
PATRICIA ANNETTE FACEBOOK PAGE
A COPY OF BOOK ONE In Full Moon Series