DOING IT FOR LOVE
All About Love #1
Cassie Mae
Releasing Sept 29th, 2015
Loveswept
Cassie Mae’s charming, sexy new novel, perfect for fans of Emma Chase, puts a steamy twist on modern love as one bride-to-be tries to put the spark back in the bedroom—by any means
necessary.
Elizabeth Fanning’s life looks pretty perfect, judging by the diamond ring on her finger. Her fiancé, Landon, is sweet, handsome, and hilarious. The trouble is, before they’ve even tied the knot, their sex life has gone from mind-blowing to “meh”—and Liz isn’t ready to be part of an old married couple. After a cathartic call to her best friend, Liz comes up with a brilliant idea. She and Landon may never be able to re-create the magic of their first time, but how amazing would their wedding night be if everything below the neck was off-limits until then?
Liz thinks it’ll bring them closer together. Landon’s convinced she’ll cave first. So they raise
the stakes: Whoever lasts longer gets to pick their honeymoon destination. With her heart set on the Bahamas and Landon fighting for snowbound Utah, Liz simply has to win. But pretty soon, her body is screaming for attention, and Landon’s never seemed so far away. Has Liz’s experiment backfired? Losing their little competition would be frustrating—but the one thing she can’t afford to lose is him.
Laughter
turns to deep sighs as Landon wipes my face free of all the water. He presses a
soft kiss between my eyebrows.
“You’re
going to be my wife,” he whispers, like a prayer, a wish, a dream he never
thought would come to life. My heart thumps between our bodies, thumps against
his, answering his beats with mine.
“Mrs.
Wangford.” I bite my smile back, but it’s no use, Landon pauses above me, his
whole face lighting up.
“Hell
yeah! Now you can’t make fun of it.”
“I’ll
say it in a seductive voice when I get my driver’s license.” I drop my voice an
octave. “Wangford.”
“That’s
so sexy,” he teases, biting my earlobe. I involuntarily giggle, goose bumps
shooting up and down my entire body. That’s totally my spot, and he knows it,
so he runs his hands across my puckered skin while he nibbles.
“Okay
. . . you have to stop laughing,” he says.
“Can’t
be helped.” I kiss his shoulder when he bumps it against my lips. “I really
like it.”
“I
know.” He bites again, causing more laughter and goose bumps. “But when you
laugh, it does things. Down there.”
“I
know it doesn’t hurt,” I say, then flex my Kegel muscles. He groans.
“No,
it’s just . . . we haven’t done this in eleven days.”
“You’re
counting?” When was the last time we counted?
He
ignores me, resting an elbow on the pillow, and using the heel of his hand to
hold his head up. “On most occasions I purposely make you laugh because of how
it feels.” His lip twitches upward. “It’s like a hug.”
I
stifle a snort, and he growls to the ceiling.
“Stop
laughing!”
“I
can’t help it.”
“You
keep laughing, and I’m gonna shoot off before I can do my move.”
“I’ve
felt your move,” I tease. “You need a new one.”
His
jaw drops, and his stroking fingers turn to tickle monsters up and down, down
and up my ribs, until he grips my sides and pulls me on his lap. My knees sink
into the duvet next to his hips, and I run my nails through his damp hair. The
stars in his gray irises seem to light the entire bedroom, echoing the moon
dancing across the bedsheets.
I
can’t believe I get a whole lifetime of this.
“Me
neither,” he says, and a much smaller laugh tumbles out of my mouth. I had no
idea my thoughts escaped me.
Landon’s
lips meet mine softly, then harder, then all over. My laughter, my mind, and my
body drift away into just one of the many beautiful moments I get to experience
with this man. He feels so good, and the last time we had sex like this feels
like a lifetime ago.
I’m
just getting into my rhythm when I halt mid-hump with a gasp.
“What,
what, what?” Landon says underneath me, sweat and shower water covering his
skin.
“We
need a condom.”
He
looks at me like I just spouted Greek. “Huh?”
“A
condom, Landon. I stopped taking my pill a week ago.”
“Why’d
you do that?”
“I
didn’t want to hurt the baby . . . if there was one.”
“Oh.”
He closes his eyes and nods. “Okay. Condom. Do we even have one?”
“Maybe
. . . ?” I’m being optimistic. I think I tossed them out during my last sex
drawer cleanup.
He
slowly lifts me off him, and we both groan when we leave each other. I roll off
the mattress, probably not looking so sexy with my naked squat and crawl to the
naughty drawer in my nightstand.
“I
could just pull out,” Landon suggests as I dig around the lubricant, the sex
tarot cards we’ve used maybe once, and the blindfolds we use much more than
that, but not lately. There’s not a single condom or any other form of birth
control in here—unless you count the picture of my parents that must’ve slipped
through the cracks from the drawer above it.
“I
don’t know. I think I’d rather be safe than sorry.”
“But
. . . we don’t have a condom.”
“Maybe
Theresa does.” Actually, I’m almost positive she does. I put the picture of my
parents back in the right drawer and get to my feet. “I’ll be right back.”
“Your
nipple is poking out,” he says, pointing at my left boob as I shrug into my
fuzzy purple robe.
“Thanks.
Keep it up, will ya?” I point back at “Lord Landon” and speed-walk out of the
room, out my front door, down the hall, and rap on Theresa’s door.
And
just my luck, she doesn’t answer. I slump back, lady parts laden with
disappointment.
“No?”
Landon asks, still hard and ready on the bed.
“She’s
not home.”
“I’ll
pull out,” he says, grabbing the tie on my robe and ripping it open.
“Let
me get a towel.” I push him off before we get so into it I won’t care until we
have to clean it. Then I’ll really care.
After
placing the towel on the bed, Landon kisses me, probably knowing I’ve dried up
and I’m losing whatever mojo I had ten minutes ago.
But
we just got engaged, so no way in hell am I not having
sex tonight.
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Cassie Mae (who dons the name Becca Ann on occasion) is the author of a few hundred—okay, maybe not that many—books. Since writing her bestselling debut, Reasons I Fell for the
Funny Fat Friend, she has published books with Random House, Swoon
Romance, and Tulip Romance. She has a favorite of all her babies, but no, she won’t tell you what it is (mainly because it changes depending on the day). Along with writing, Cassie likes to binge-watch Teen Wolf and The
Big Bang Theory. She can quote Harry Potter lines quick as a whip. And she
likes kissing her hubby, but only if his facial hair is trimmed. She also likes cheesecake to a very obsessive degree.
