Steamy Excerpt – Isle of Sensuality by Aimée Duffy

Who knew being with Mr. Wrong could be so right?

Caitlyn Hart is shooting her first movie, and she doesn't want to screw it up. Still, she's on a deadline and when her co-star, Mr. Hot Shot Campbell, holds filming up, he's immediately on her shit list. But she can't ignore his charms for long or the overpowering want she feels for him. Even though she knows he's her Mr. Wrong, she doesn't mind him being her Mr. Right Now. If only her silly heart would stay immune.

Having been burned once, Jake Campbell doesn't have the capacity to love, but that doesn't mean relationships of a purely sexual nature are off limits. After all, a man has needs. His sexy co-star with fire red hair and a passion to match ignites his own desire and he sets out to convince her a fling is the only way to scratch the proverbial itch. Little did he figure that she'd be the one to penetrate the thick scars on his heart and make him feel.




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Pulling all her courage together, Caitlyn said, "Yes. That's what I want." She couldn't meet his eyes though. The nerves were making her shy.

Jake cupped her chin and tilted her head up, making her look at him. His jaw was tense and his eyes serious. "Are you sure that's all you want, Caitlyn? It's all I can offer."

She knew that already. Her tongue fused to the roof of her mouth so she nodded. He blew out a breath and pulled her against him. Caitlyn's hands went to his pecs and immediately they bunched. She inhaled the fresh scent of his shower gel and longed to trace her tongue along his skin to see if he tasted as clean as he smelled.

She tore her gaze away from his impressive chest and looked up. The knee-melting grin was back and an answering smile spread across her face.

Then, as suddenly as his smile came, it was gone. "How much of that vodka did you drink?"

Caitlyn pulled free from his arms. "I only had two shots. Are you suggesting I'm drunk?" Was she? She felt in control, but…

"No. I just…I didn't think you were much of a drinker and well, two—"

"That was hours ago. This afternoon in fact. If you don't want to be with me, Jake, fine. But don't accuse me of not knowing what I want." Especially since the doubt crows had hovered for hours.

He pulled her back into the circle of his arms. Caitlyn placed her palms on his shoulders, intending to push away, but she quivered at the feel of silky skin covering hard muscle.

"Hell, Caitlyn, you have no idea how much I want this. I've dreamed about you all bloody week," he said right before his mouth came crashing down on hers.

The feel of his lips was like a shot of some intense drug. Sensation rippled through her body and her heart beat double time. She felt every sweep of his hands with tingling awareness. His breath tasted delicious on her tongue and Caitlyn heard the low growl in his throat. She snaked her arms around his neck and pulled herself flush against him, pressing her aching nipples against his chest.

A dim part of her mind noted she was wearing too many clothes. The sensations were only a fraction of what she knew they could be. Impatiently, she released him and tugged at the hem of her top. She only managed to lift it a bit before his firm grip around her wrists halted her.

"Not here. Bedroom."

She nodded eagerly, dying for his hands to be on her skin. Jake swung her up into his arms and his mouth came down on hers. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist. The hard ridge of his arousal pressed against her flimsy leggings and her panties grew moist.

Jake carried her out of the hall and into one of the rooms. He placed her on the floor in front of a huge bed covered in white sheets. She barely glanced at the dark, cloudy sky beyond the patio doors, the impressive metallic furniture, or the thick, colorful rug. No, Caitlyn's attention was glued to the impressive tent in his towel.

"We'll take it slow," he assured her. It sounded to Caitlyn like he was trying to convince himself.

Caitlyn didn't want slow. She felt like she'd waited forever for this. For a feeling so powerful it pushed away all the bad memories, all of the weight on her shoulders, and kept it far from her mind. Again, she reached for the hem of her top and managed to pull it up past her midriff before he stopped her. She frowned at him.

Jake's chuckle sounded strained as he went to his knees before her. "Slow."

His breath brushed the naked skin on her stomach and she gasped. His hands ran over her exposed flesh as his lips trailed feather soft kisses across her hips. Heat raged through her body and flared hotter at the secret valley between her thighs. She wanted his touch there. Everywhere.

"Jake, please." A dim part of her mind wondered if he was intentionally torturing her. Still, she couldn't summon the appropriate fury. Her body had taken on a mind of its own and she was lost in the feel of his hands, skimming over her skin, turning her insides to an inferno of want.

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