It's Sunday Snog Time and I wasn't sure what book to feature. I mean, there are so many good ones and well, which one to choose? Yanno? So which snog is just dying to be featured? Forever Wicked: Always. Grin. Love that book. Hot lovin' with Peter Pan. Grin.
Cover art: Reneé George
Genre(s): Paranormal, BDSM, Erotic Romance
Series: Forever Wicked (Multi-Author) (#2)
Page Count: 56
Peter Pan Grew Up All Right!
Peter Pan was supposed to be the boy who never grew up. Then Neverland blew sky high. Now he's very much an adult and playing adult games. There's one woman he wants for his bed, his cuffs, his toys... yeah, he's ready to do all sorts of naughty things to Wendy. If he can find her.
Wendy Darling never expected Peter to come back. She'd grown up and moved on -- to write white-hot BDSM tales. Can her perfect Dom be the one man she never thought she'd see all grown up?
And now for that snog!!
Wendy trailed her fingertips down his chest. The heat in his groin matched the need settling between her legs. She had to say something to test him one more time. “Don’t say what you don’t mean. You’re not dressed to stick around.”
Peter tugged the elastic from her hair and combed his fingers the tangled strands. “That’s better. I land on my feet, remember? I’ll manage.” He sniffed the air. “Do you realize you smell like lemon?”
“Toilet cleaner. Sexy, I know.” She rolled her eyes. “If you’d showed up half an hour later, I’d probably smell like the peony shower gel I use.”
“I don’t know. Lemon can be very sexy on the right woman.” He brushed a lock of her hair from her eyes. “You wear it well.”
“You wear it very well.” He threaded his fingers in the hair at the base of her neck. “Very, very well.”
His breath warmed her skin, and she fisted his shirt in her hand. Peter captured her mouth in a kiss. The tingles shot from her lips to her heart, to her toes, and back. His tongue speared between her lips. Wendy sucked on him, simulating sex with his tongue.
Peter broke the kiss first, but didn’t relent from her. “You taste like sin,” he puffed.
“Sin has a taste?”
“Considering you write about sex, I’d think you’d know.” Peter swatted her ass with the flat of his hand. “Take off your shirt. I want to see you.”