So here's an excerpt from THUNDER, Book 2 in my Sleepy Hollow series of 1Night Stand stories. It's part of the 5-book SLEEPY HOLLOW anthology.
She tried to ignore the torrid gaze that immediately focused on her mouth. She had to be imagining that. All she could think about right then was his mouth. The way his lips would feel on hers, bruising and commanding, as he plunged his tongue in and out, the way his mouth might travel downward, blazing a fiery path to her breasts, her inner thighs, her…. Another second under his scorching perusal and she’d spontaneously combust.
“Clearly, it’s a mix up then,” she managed to strangle out at last. “So if you don’t want to….”
“I didn’t say that.” He let go of her hair, hesitating briefly, as if it was the last thing he wanted to do. Instead, he blotted his own, towel-drying the rich brown locks with vigor. The chandelier hanging in the cathedral ceiling high above them picked up sunnier highlights she’d never noticed before. “And I’m damn sure it’s no mix-up. Madame Eve doesn’t make mistakes.”
As if to confirm his words, another burst of thunder blasted her ear drums. She almost leapt into his arms. His absorbed demeanor told her he wouldn’t have minded if she had. A crystal bead of water meandered down his chest, matching the casual, erotic way his drawl deepened. “Besides, princess…I’m not going back out there in that storm.” His last words held the merest hint of sheepish ruefulness, as if he were offering her some sort of apology.
“Afraid you’re stuck with me tonight.”
She relaxed the tiniest bit, searching his blue eyes, their drowsy glint sexy and tantalizing. Cripes. In another second she’d be ripping off what remained of his clothes and tumbling him to the marble floor.
“That blush is a good look for you,” he mused, as he took her in. As he took all of her in. “I wonder if you’re so rosy every—”
“We should get you out of the rest of those wet clothes, Mr. Jones.”