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Synopsis
About Blocked
Racing hearts, Toe curling kisses, Sexy whispers…
Decker Brand has spent the past four years earning back his man-card. He’s got the calloused hands, the dirty jeans and the toned body to show for it. Now that he’s satisfied with whom he is he intends to stay true to himself even if it means remaining alone.
Lingering glances, Soft touches, Shallow Breaths…
April Maddox thought she’d lucked out when she found her prince at the early age of sixteen. Unfortunately, their kiss turned him from king to croaker right before her eyes.
Forsaken and cynical, she fears all men will leave her with warts before hopping off to another woman’s lily pad.
Smooth strokes, Light nips, Gentle tugs…
When it comes to relationships, they say timing is everything, and everything has its time.
History has played a part in Decker’s and April’s desire to give up on love. Fate will bring them together. It’s up to them to battle the outside forces, life’s interruptions, and daily dramas… together. With a little faith, they can undo everything that’s been…
Blocked
Excerpt
HIS GRAVELLY LAUGH reverberated through the phone, making
her insides clench with desire she’d never before known. April resisted lifting
her lids, not wanting to end the magnificent dream he created in her mind’s
eye.
“I have no idea,” he admitted, his voice sounding as rough
with need as she felt.
Inhaling deeply, April forced her eyes open and looked
down at her body. Her lace covered nipples stood in erect peaks, begging to be
touched, while her stocking-covered feet rubbed together anxiously, like a
cricket sending out a mating call. “Come on, Deck, I know you aren’t a virgin
any more than I am. It’s okay. I just wanna know how you learned to have phone
sex like that?”
Another deep chuckle infiltrated her ear. “Oh, sweet
woman, that was not phone sex. That was… fuck.” April could hear the
exasperation in his tone. “Frankly, that was something I’ve never experienced
in my life. To be honest, I wasn’t certain how that was going to play out, but
I just closed my eyes and pictured what you were doing and… it was like I could
touch you, April. I could actually fucking taste your lips. That was
phone-kissing and it was… mmm.”
The timbre of his deep voice felt like his hands, thick
and calloused. She’d only felt them a couple of times at the gym when he
touched her shoulder or held her hand, but when he’d caressed her cheeks while
kissing her at the restaurant, she nearly melted on contact. It was the thought
of his rough on her soft that swept her away in his fantasy just moments
earlier.
“It was absolutely ‘mmm’,” she teased. Having never
experienced phone sex before, neither the full-fledged kind nor the type they’d
just engaged in, April knew without a doubt if it was something that could make
her feel that good, hell, she’d do it every damn day. “Deck?” She swallowed
hard, summoning the courage to say what her mind was shouting.
“What do you need, beautiful?” There was a smile in his
question, nothing cocky or crude, but it was as if he asked while fully knowing
what she was going to say.
“Your kisses,” she started slowly, “both in person and
over the phone, made me feel things.” She brought her hand over her breast and
rolled her tightened nipple between her finger and her thumb, pinching the nub
until small sparks lit in her core. “Things I haven’t felt in a long, long
time. I really liked it, Decker… I like you. And I need… more. I want more.”
She switched to her other breast, kneading the sensitive flesh, pulling at her
nipple as she continued to talk to the man who’d lit her up more than once that
evening.
“Are you touching yourself, April?”
“Yes.” She heard the quiver in her voice, but she didn’t
have it in her to be ashamed.
“Good. Where are you touching, honey?” There was no
hiding his desire. It was clear as day in each throaty question.
“Umm—” Shit, she had to answer him. She was a grown damn
woman, and she could perform without a problem, but when it came to talking
about sex in a sexy way… well, apparently she was missing that quality—at least
according to her ex-husband.
“Do you trust me?” Decker asked for the second time that
night.
“Okay…”
Chuckling, he repeated her answer. “‘Okay’ is better than
no, so we’re getting somewhere. April, feel free to stop me if I ever make you
feel uncomfortable, okay?”
“That I can promise,” she answered confidently.
“Perfect. Now, where are you touching yourself, babe?”
April sighed.
“April, are you touching your breasts? Christ, I hope you
are. I’ve thought about your perfect tits for months, each time I watched you
on the treadmill.”
Oh my God, his words were like jolts of electricity zinging
to the very center of her.
“Are you pinching your nipples, beautiful? Making them
pebble beneath your long, delicate fingers? Are they begging for my mouth?”
April swallowed. Her breaths were shallow as liquid heat
pooled between her thighs. “Mmm, yes, they’re so sensitive, Decker.”
She heard his muffled groan before he said, “Fuck, what I
wouldn’t do to sweep my tongue over those hardened points and suck until you
screamed my name. But…” His words stopped.
Confused, April pulled the phone from her ear to make
sure the call hadn’t dropped. “But what? But what, Decker?” The high pitch of
her voice would have been amusing had it not sounded so pathetic to her own
ears.
“But…” Decker sounded strained but more composed than
her. “I asked you to kiss me tonight, and you agreed. But more importantly, I
asked for your trust, and you gave it to me.”
There was so much conviction in his words, so much
intensity, April felt as if she could see him, touch him… trust him. She shook
her head. No, not yet.
“I intend to keep that trust. So as much as it pains me
to say this, this is where we need to get off.”
“That’s what I was trying to do before you so rudely
interrupted me, Mr. Brand,” April needled.
“Ms. Maddox,” Decker mock-scolded, “are you trying to
corrupt my morals? Because I will not allow it.”
Unable to remember the last time her cheeks ached from
smiling, April giggled into the phone. “I won’t try to corrupt you, you sweet
innocent man, but I will thank you for everything. I had a great time tonight,
Deck.”
“Me too, April. I know our schedules are crazy, but I
look forward to seeing you again, outside of the gym,” he qualified. “Sleep
well, beautiful. I’ll call you tomorrow.”
About Lisa N. Paul
Lisa N. Paul is a wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend, reader, writer, blogger, and self-proclaimed comedian—just not always in that order. Ever since she was a little girl, she has devoured books. Falling in love with the Sweet Valley High series at a young age drew Lisa to series books and inspired her to write her own. Thursday Nights is the first book in her Charistown series.
When not writing, Lisa can be found eating french fries and Godiva raspberry truffles, or hanging out with her husband and two sons.
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