April’s
supposedly relaxing hike after a bad breakup turns for the worse. Now stranded
in a blizzard, April doesn’t hold much hope. But she is not alone. After a
stranger named Michael saves her from a frozen lake, the pair must share warmth
to survive. But will more than just heat kindle between April and her savior
while she is Stranded with Him?
Stranded
with Him explores the budding relationship between April and Michael as chance
misfortune brings these two lonely souls together. When the fire goes out, the carnal passion that ignites between them will be sure
to set your imagination aflame. Written for the romantically-inclined audience,
the playful banter and steamy action will captivate you long after story’s end.
Excerpt:
"Mmmph," April
moaned, and squirmed.
"What is it?"
Michael breathed. He must have been holding his breath without realizing it.
"I have to get more
comfortable..." April muttered. Wriggling in the tight sleeping bag, she
managed to roll over towards him. Though it exposed her toasty back to the
winter air, she got to look Michael in the eyes for the first time up close.
"Wow," she
said, "You have pretty eyes..."
"Not
really..." His eyes darted downward, shimmering just barely in the dim
moonlight streaming in through the cracks in the door. It was enough for April
to see the verdant tint etching his sapphire irises.
"You're the one
with pretty eyes," Michael offered, hesitating like a lamb contemplating
its first wobbling steps. "Are you still cold?"
"Yes. Not that bad,
but..." April seized up as alpine air spilled down her spine. As if
feeling her own discomfort, Michael re-wrapped her in his arms. The heat of his
hands couldn't compare to how hot his core was. His pecks and abdomen yielded
only as much as ripe fruit as her hands traveled across them. But the way his
hands traveled along her backbone, from between the blades of her shoulders
down past the end of her tailbone and over her behind, lit her whole body
aflame.
"Why are you so
good at this...?" April muttered, clenching her hands against his chest.
"I don't want you
to be cold," Michael said. His fingertips grazed along the round of her
backside, tensing enough to squeeze her firm rump. "And... you feel
amazing, April..."
April's blush went
unseen, but its embers swept through her chest. "You feel even
better," April said. She meant it. As the girl luxuriated in his wandering
touch, she couldn't help but relax like putty even as his hands fondled her
backside and his manhood prodded her belly. Her leg scooted between his, her
eyes flickering between his and the white steam puffing from his parted lips.
"Is my ass really
that cold?" She managed in barely a whisper.
"Yes," Michael
replied, gripping her firm rump tight between bouts of his lavish caresses.
"It's freezing and... needs it."
"Michael..."
April rolled her hips for him without even thinking, and moved in closer toward
his handsome face.
"Yes?"
"My face is cold
too..."
April feared for a
moment that he his wonderful hands would stop and that he would pull back. But
all her fears evaporated when their foreheads touched and his lips met hers. A
thrill streaked through her heart and every vein and vessel. His kiss sizzled,
radiating heat into her frozen lips through his subtle undulations. Firm, then
soft, and then firm again. Hypnotic in their massage, April tilted her head
back to offer up all she could give.
It wasn't long before
April's cattish habit compelled her fingertips to drag down his body. Smooth
skin covered taut muscles, and she couldn't help but dig her nails in a bit to
test them. Michael's temperature had risen like a lit oven, burning away the
cold from her shivering thighs to chilled lips. But the heart of his manly heat
remained trapped behind a pair of cotton boxers.
"April...?"
Michael whispered as April caught hold of his boxers and tugged.
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