Runaway Train

by Isabella Jordan

Overview

Delia Strand has had enough of the endless string of loser boyfriends that have come and gone from her life. She hops on a train bound for Baton Rouge and her cousin. Maybe a new life in a new place is just the thing she needs to get her life back on track. More than anything, she needs some time away from the dating game. The sexy stranger who invites himself to her table in the lounge car is the worst sort of luck. Had it even been an hour since she'd decided to give up relationships for a while? This man is not just some player she can easily get rid of. Everything from the rugged features of his face to the way he carries himself screamed confidence, worldliness ... Sex. And he's into some serious voyeurism. Great! She wants a break from bad relationships. He's a terrible temptation. This train is out of control... [Genres: Contemporary / Exhibitionism / Public Places / Voyeurism] Part of the Track 13 AmberPax? Collection

Product Details

BN ID:	2940000113035
Publisher:	Amber Quill Press
Publication date:	01/01/2007
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
File size:	142 KB

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"I want more," he whispered into her mouth.

Without warning, he moved off the seat, turning her so that he was kneeling before her. With his hands, he pulled her pajama bottoms and panties off in a single swift motion that caused her bedroom slippers to fall lightly to the floor. The leather of his jacket felt cool against the back of her thighs, her calves, as he hooked her legs over his shoulders.

Oh, yes. She wanted his mouth.

Tony leaned forward and nuzzled against the dark red curls covering her mound. When he touched the tip of his tongue to her clit, her orgasm claimed her with blistering intensity. Her high cry rose from her lips before she could prevent it as the climax made her body pulse and shake. Her hands gripped the table before her and the back of the seat until her knuckles were white as she rode out the furious storm of sensation. All the while Tony kept his tongue on her clit, barely moving, but just enough to push her release to an impossible fever pitch. With his strong hands he held her thighs apart, leaving her vulnerable to whatever he wanted.

When the spasms finally began to ease and slow, he stopped to smile at her seductively.

"Can I get started now?" he whispered.

Oh yeah. She was going to die from sheer pleasure.