The ever delightful Robin Schone has given us a new excerpt. Oddly enough with not too, too much begging on my part.
And not only did she give us an excerpt but looked for a good one. No really… I looked over at least three before she decided on this one. Yes the things I do for you guys ;).
Excerpt from Scandalous Lover by Robin Schone
“What does the lubrifiant taste like?” he asked abruptly.
Her pale eyes widened in surprise. “I don’t know.”
Slowly James took off the crystal stopper. Gaze holding hers, he dipped the tip of his middle finger into the bottle. “Taste.”
Frances stared at his finger for long seconds.
James glanced down to look at what she studied.
A clear drop of oil quivered on the tip of his finger. He could feel a matching drop of liquid bead on the tip of his glans.
Slowly leaning forward, she quickly swiped his finger with the tip of her tongue.
Hot. Wet.
The rasp of her tongue penetrated deep inside his testicles.
Instantly she drew back, gaze uncertain, knowledgeable about her own body, but as ignorant of a man’s sexual needs as James was ignorant of a woman’s. “It has no flavor.”
The oil. The law.
His life.
“I’ve never tasted a woman’s sex.”
Her expression told him that she had never been tasted.
“Why not?” she asked quietly.
“Women are taught to place the needs of others above their own.”
The internal battle between self and family continued to wage inside her eyes. “Yes.”
“Men,” James said, “are taught to place their own needs above others.”
Understanding weighted her gaze: she had pleased others, but she had never taken pleasure for herself; he had pleased himself, but he had never given pleasure to others.
James focused on Frances, seeking in her what he had never sought in another.
“Stick your finger into the bottle,” he said, his voice remote, a barrister’s voice, removed from the needs of the flesh.
Frances’s eyes asked a question as she dipped her middle finger into the bottle.
“Not just your fingertip,” he said. “Stick your whole finger into the lubricant.”
Pale green eyes still questioning, she reached more deeply into the bottle until the oily liquid reached her second knuckle.
“Now penetrate your vagina, Frances, and let me taste your finger.”
Copyright ©2006 Robin Schone
