Excerpt of Bad Apple by Wren Michaels

She spins from my arms and drops her chemise to her
ankles. Turning her head, long raven locks drape her bare
shoulder as she glances back at me. I stare at her naked
flesh. Last night in the tunnel darkness shrouded us.
Now, in the bright morning light, I see her for the first
time.

Her gorgeous hair stops right before her rounded hips.
She clings to the oak bed post and eases herself around.
The pink of her breasts stare back at me. I swallow hard
over the lump wedged at the back of my throat, blocking
my words. My gaze traverses the length of her, stopping
on the beautiful patch of hair between her legs. All the
air in my lungs lunges out of me in a gasp.

“Why are you still clothed?” She tilts her head as a coy
smile weaves over her lips.

“Because I cannot take my eyes off of you. Words fail me.
They would do no good anyway. There are none to describe
you, Snow. Gorgeous. Stunning. Beautiful. They pale in
comparison to how my eyes see you. How my heart feels for
you. But perhaps with actions, I can show you.” I rush
her and sweep her into my arms, squashing her breasts
against me.

Crushing my lips over hers, I sweep her mouth, telling
her things with my tongue that I cannot say. Soft moans
fill our kiss, and my feisty Snow works hard to get me
out of my clothes. Hating to unlock our lips, I step back
to undo the last of my trousers.

“I finally get to see all of you, too.” She stalks around
me like a tiger eyeing its prey. “I like this part best.”
She drags a finger the length of my cock, which stands at
attention waiting to pleasure her. “But, I also like this
part.” Her hands palm the width of my torso. I fight back
a smile itching to curl over my lips at her little game.
“I really like these.” Gripping my hands, she pulls my
fingertips to her lips and kisses each one. “They do so
many good things to me.” She makes one final walk around
me. “But I like this part most of all.” Pressing her lips
to my chest, she kisses my heart. It fills with sadness
and love at the same time.

The lump returns to my throat as I fight back choking
emotions attacking my head and heart.

“What about my lips?” I ask, forcing a smile over the
ache in my heart.

“They are not part of you. They are part of me. They
breathe life into me. They feed me words that can never
be spoken.” She runs her hand up my chest before cupping
my cheek. “They unlock true love's kiss.”

I ease her backward onto the bed and hover over her body.
Leaning forward, I brush my mouth against hers. Hard
nipples graze my chest, sending a lightning bolt of
arousal to my cock resting against her hips.

“These lips can do so much more.” I look deep into her
eyes that swallow me whole.

“How so?” she whispers.

“Like this,” I say, before kissing my way down her body.
Spreading her stunning thighs apart, I ease my face
between them.

“Darien?” she cries out. “What are you doing?”

“Speaking to you in another language.”