Genre: Interracial Romance, Red Hots!
ISBN: 1-59998-589-6
Length: Short Story
Price: 2.50
Publication Date: August 17, 2007
Publisher: Samhain Publishing
Anthology: A Midsummer Night’s Steam
Cover art by Anne Cain

Warning: this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, light bondage.

What Leilani wants, Leilani gets. That is, until she meets the enigmatic Oliver Clayton, her new neighbor. For some reason, Oliver seems to be intent on avoiding her even though he’s obviously interested. Leilani has tried to everything to get his attention, from wearing skimpy little outfits to walking a neighbor’s dog six times in front of his yard. Leilani wants Oliver…and she always gets her man.

In the heat of the summer, the temperature’s not only thing rising. Luckily, Oliver has that pool in his backyard and Leilani knows just how to cool off…

“Skin to Skin does more than sizzle – it’s smart, funny, and sensual. Ms. Galace is a refreshing new voice in erotica who is, thankfully, just beginning to entertain us.” PC Cast, award winning author of the Goddess Summoning Books

“A heatwave is an appropriate setting for this scorching novella! Fun and sexy, with wonderful characterization and authentic dialogue, Skin to Skin is a fantastic read!” Meljean Brook, critically acclaimed author of Demon Angel and Demon Moon

“Skin To Skin is a pretty enjoyable sexy little teaser to introduce Dionne Galace to readers apart from the regular visitors of her popular online blog It’s Not Chick Porn. There’s plenty of sass and a hard-to-miss ball of energy behind the prose. Now all the author has to do to seal the deal is to write something that is a little longer to show the world what she is really capable of.” - Mrs. Giggles

Excerpt

There was the sound of a door opening and banging closed. Ollie raised his head in time to see Leilani walking out to her patio. He ducked behind a post and watched her stretch her slender arms over her head, thrusting her pert breasts forward. The movement caused her spaghetti-strapped tank top to pull up revealing a tanned, slightly rounded belly. For some reason, it turned Oliver on even more. He always liked a woman who wasn’t afraid of food. The boxer shorts she was wearing were white sprinkled with red hearts and showed off her long, golden legs and plump ass. In the moonlight, with her wild black hair flowing freely around her shoulders, the woman resembled an Aztec goddess. Ollie’s hand tightened around his beer can.

As though she sensed him looking at her, she turned towards his patio and squinted her eyes, her hands propped on her waist. Ollie pushed off from the post and braced his arms on the railing so she could see him better. Across the yard, she finally spotted him and waved hello. Against his better judgment, he waved back. She must have taken his greeting as an invitation because before he knew what was going on, she was crossing the yard in her bare feet and walking towards his house.

Damn the woman. She was going to be the death of him.

“Hello, Oliver,” she said in that husky voice of hers, stepping up onto his porch. She nodded at the beer in his hand. “Got any more of those?”

Her neck and shoulders were glowing with sweat and gave her an otherworldly sheen. Oliver raked his gaze from the top of her hair down to her bare feet, then back up to the nipples poking through the thin material of her tank top. He could almost taste them in his mouth. He took a healthy gulp of his beer and swallowed hard. “Nope. Last one.” He had a twelve-pack in the fridge, but that would mean limping into the kitchen and frankly, it was too far to limp and he was too goddamn tired.

She raised one perfectly tweezed eyebrow at him and smiled. “Do you mind if I have a sip?”

There was three feet of space between them. Ollie extended his arm, but didn’t take a step towards her. If he got any closer, he was liable to grab her and pin her against the wall. “Here you go.”

She sashayed towards him. He was entranced by the sight of her bellybutton. She was an innie. He felt like dropping on his knees in front of her and swirling his tongue into the tiny oval hole.

“Thank you.” She accepted the can from him, licked the spot his lips had touched and tipped the can towards her open mouth. “Ahh, that’s good.”

She rolled the can over her chest and the condensation, along with the cool night air, made her nipples more visible through her shirt. Ollie groaned inwardly and massaged his thigh.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, looking down at his thigh. “Is it hurting you? I know a little massage. I can help you out, if you want.” Her cat-like chocolate eyes blinked innocently.

Ollie realized his tongue had gotten stuck to the roof of his mouth and he couldn’t say a word. The last thing he needed was this gorgeous woman kneeling between his legs attempting to massage his thigh when she should be massaging his cock. With her lips. He snatched the beer from her hands and poured the rest of it into his mouth. She looked up at him in surprise. “Sorry. Thirsty.” He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. “What are you doing up, Leilani?”

She lifted her hair off her shoulders and the movement thrust her tits forward as though she were offering them to him. Damned woman. “Couldn’t sleep. It’s just too hot.” She dropped her hair and her curls fell over her shoulders. She rolled her hips and took another step towards him, brushing her manicured nails against his bare chest. “And what are you doing up, Oliver?”

He felt himself grow harder at her blatant innuendo. She was so close he could smell her and he didn’t know how much longer he could hold out. Her intoxicating scent was a combination of strawberries, cinnamon and hot summer night. God help him, but he wanted to know if she smelled like that everywhere. Before he could stop himself, he plucked one of her curls from her shoulder and used it to tug her closer. She braced her soft, cool hands against his chest and her lips quirked into a smile.

Lowering his head, he traced a line along the side of her neck with the tip of his tongue, which made her moan and press her crotch against the bulge in his jeans. He could take her now, if he wanted. He could brace her against the wall, lower her shorts, unzip his jeans and plunge his aching cock deep, deep inside her. He buried one hand in her hair and pulled her head back so he could continue his assault on her throat. She whimpered and began an agonizingly slow grind against his cock.

He groaned. But not from pleasure. A searing bolt of pain stabbed through his thigh and he almost passed out from the intensity of it. He quickly shoved her away from him, but grabbed her arm before she could fall flat on her ass.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she demanded, pushing her hair out of her face.

“Sorry.” The muscles in his upper thigh cramped up like a vise grip and he crushed the beer can in his fist, dropping it to the ground. Christ, it felt like molten lava had been poured into the old wound. Beads of sweat popped up on his upper lip and forehead and for a moment, he thought he was going to piss himself because of the pain. “Go home, Leilani. Get out of here.”

“For God’s sake, Oliver, what’s going on?” She yanked her arm angrily from his grip, but remained maddeningly close to him. Placing her fingers under his chin, she lifted his head so she could look at his face. “Talk to me, are you in pain?” She pushed him aside for a moment, opened the door behind him and draped his arm around her shoulders. “Come on.”

He attempted to pull away from her, but she held fast to him. “What are you going to do, carry me in? I’m two hundred and twenty-five pounds, lady. And what are you, one-ten, maybe one-fifteen?”

“Bless your heart, but no.” She flashed a quick grin at him. “I do a bit of weightlifting at the gym, you know, and I come from sturdy stock.” She slipped her arm around his waist and gave him a squeeze. “Now brace yourself on me, I’m gonna walk you in.”

Ollie had his doubts, but somehow the two of them made it to the couch. He had always thought of her as a delicate orchid, pretty to look at, but ultimately useless and without much substance. He may have to reevaluate his opinion of her. She dropped him on the cushions, but somehow their legs got tangled together, and she ended up on top of him.

“Oh, isn’t this interesting,” she murmured, a small smile curling her full lips. She drew a circle around his cheekbone with a fingertip. “But I’ve never been one to take advantage of a sick man.” She lifted her body off him and pulled him up so he was sitting upright. Brushing a lock of her hair out of her face, she gently picked up his injured leg and placed it on the ottoman. “Is there anything I can get you? Do you have anything for the pain?”

Ollie looked up at her face and saw something there that trapped the breath in his throat and had his heart pounding against his rib cage. She was more than beautiful in the moonlight shining through the window. She was…ethereal. And so immensely fuckable that his cock pleaded with him to just grab her. He had to get this woman out of his house now or he would never want to let her go. “I’m fine,” he said hoarsely. “I’ve taken some Vicodin.”

She raised an eyebrow and whistled through pursed lips. “An officer of the law taking narcotics. Heavy stuff.” She took a throw pillow and squeezed it between his back and the couch cushions. Picking up his hand, she sat next to him and placed his palm on her bare thigh. “What’s with the leg, anyway? Was it a gunshot wound?”

Ollie gritted his teeth. God, she smelled so good. He resisted the urge to stroke the soft flesh beneath his fingers. “Yeah.”

She brushed her thumb over his temple. “How did it happen? Were you trying to be somebody’s big hero?”

He grunted. “Something like that.” And sticking his nose where it didn’t belong.

“Wow, you’re a talker, aren’t you.” She chuckled and grabbed the Kleenex box nearby. She pulled out a few sheets and leaned over him, dabbing at his forehead. “Look at you, you’re sweating. Poor baby.”

Her breasts hung over his face and one nipple was close enough he could have stuck out his tongue and licked it through the thin cotton covering it. He watched, mesmerized, as a bead of sweat trickled from the back of her ear, down her neck, disappearing into her cleavage. Saliva began to pool in his mouth. “I’m fine, Leilani. You can go now. The Vicodin is kicking in.”

The corners of her lips quivered, but the teasing smile remained. “Are you sure you don’t want me to give you a massage?” She waggled her fingers suggestively. “I’m really good with my hands.”

Oh, I bet you are. “No,” he said through gritted teeth. He shut his eyes for a moment. He didn’t know how long he could keep himself from grabbing her around the waist, throwing her on the couch and taking what she clearly offered. He opened his eyes and forced a stern expression on his face. “Go home.”

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