Title: Summer Indiscretions
Series: Summer Love, #2
Author: Tamara Mataya
Pub Date: January 3, 2017
ISBN: 9781492635345
Free-spirited
beach-dweller looking to Switch lives with outgoing urbanite.
Sense of
adventure mandatory.
Clothing
optional.
One email away
from a total meltdown, I'm desperate to escape New York. Using Switch—a website
designed to help strangers swap homes for the summer—I slip out of my stilettos
and into a string bikini. But of all the beaches in all the world, Blake Wilde
just had to show up on mine. He's hot. Scorching hot. And he's been strictly
off-limits for as long as I can remember.
To hell with
that. New life? New rules.
I know
something this good can't be made to last. But for three sizzling weeks, I can
pretend there won't be consequences, recriminations, or regret... And that
somehow our growing connection can be more than just a summer fling.
Tamara Mataya is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author,
a librarian, and a musician with synaesthesia. Armed with a name tag and a thin
veneer of credibility, she takes great delight in recommending books and
shushing people. She puts the 'she' in TWSS and the B in LGBTQIA+. Website | Twitter | Facebook
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PLAYLIST
This book is set in Miami, so I wanted
songs to bring the heat, but also give me something to groove to. Fun, flirty,
sexiness, and nothing too dark. I definitely listened to some more than others,
but they all got their turn in my headphones.
1. Keep You by Wild Belle
2. Days Like That (Radio Edit) by Sugar
Jones
3. No Way No by Magic!
4. Smooth by Santana feat. Rob Thomas
5. Prayer In C Robin Schulz Radio Edit by
Lily Wood and The Pricks
6. The Walker by Fitz And The Tantrums
7. Buttons by The Pussycat Dolls
8. Get It On Tonight by Montell Jordan
9. Let’s Ride by Montell Jordan
10. Say it Right by Nelly Furtado
11. Crazy In Love by Sofia Karlberg
12. One Step Forward by Max Romeo
13. Made Of by Sizzla
14. I Am The Best by 2NE1
15. Berlin Acoustic by Sofia Karlberg
EXCERPT
He’s turned my blood
to warm caramel. It oozes slowly through my body, leaving nothing but sweetness
pulsing to the beat of my heart. I feel…delicious.
Blake’s hands
have nothing on his tongue—and his hands are sinfully devastating. His lips
burn a trail, inch by inch, up my belly. Sated as I am, when he reaches my
collarbone I’m lit up with the need for more of that mouth. More of those
hands.
More of
everything.
His body
blankets mine, skin on skin. It covers me with his warmth and the weight of a
thousand imagined fantasies finally come to life. His dark eyes melt me, and
the proximity and the light streaming into the room kick up flecks of gold and
green I’ve never noticed before. I’m about to idiotically mention them when he
buries his hand in my hair, cradling my head and lifting me into a deep,
unhurried kiss. Heat unfurls slowly in my belly, like the petals of an exotic
flower I’ve only seen in pictures and never touched until now.
I uncurl under
his touch, against his body, opening for more.
How many times
did I dream of these hands meandering up my thigh and touching me? How many
nights did I lie in bed, tortured by the lilting cadence of his voice just next
door in Shawn’s room and pretending Blake was whispering sweet nothings in my
ear?
Pretending he
was hesitating outside my room, and any moment he’d come inside and gently shut
the door if only I wished hard enough.
Padding across
my beige carpet, losing articles of clothing as he progressed.
Whispering my
name as he sat on the edge of my bed.
Crawling under
the covers with me when I lifted the blanket in invitation.
Spooning me
from behind, gently petting my skin with those hands that had always seemed too
large for his body.
Turning me
over and slipping my nightie over my head.
Lips gently
meeting mine and teasing them apart while his hands did the same to my legs.
God, I hope
there are some condoms in Shelby’s nightstand.
“Unless you’ve
got condoms, you should check the nightstand.” My voice comes out breathy and
deep. I should have had him check before he got me off, but the postorgasmic
haze makes it hard to care about balance. I’m OK with owing him one.
I just want
more.
He nuzzles my
neck. “Are you in a hurry?”
My nipples
tighten. A strange boldness sizzles through my core and cuts off all sense of
aloofness. “Blake, I’ve wanted you since the first time I came home and saw you
playing video games with Shawn. I’ve basically had ten years of foreplay.”
“Ten years of
foreplay, and I only got you off once?” He shakes his head. “I can do better
than that.”
“What?”
He drags his
teeth across my nipple on his way back down.
“Where are you
going?”
He kisses down
my belly. “Way I see it, if there are condoms in that drawer, I won’t be able
to wait to put one on and sink inside you.” He circles my clit with his tongue.
“And if there aren’t any condoms in the drawer, I’ll have to leave and find the
nearest store so I can get back here as quickly as I can and sink inside you.”
He laps his way down and then slowly back up to my clit. “Either way, it’s
going to end the same.”
My head spins.
“Sounds like a happy ending to me.”
“Maybe.” His
fingers deftly probe my slit, getting coated before sliding back inside. I arch
my back. “But if I don’t look in the nightstand, I can keep doing this.”
“What are they,
Schrödinger’s condoms?”
He groans and
sucks at me. “The fact you know about that”—he moves his fingers faster—“is so
damned sexy.”
My response is
stolen by the white-hot stabs of pleasure that shiver through me. They undulate
out in waves that make my hips shake. I clench around his fingers again,
violently, suddenly coming. “Please.”
“You’re so
wet, Mel, and you taste so good. I almost don’t want to stop.” He sits up,
stark want on his face. “Almost.” He reaches for the nightstand, and I swear to
God, I cross my fingers, toes, and labia that there are condoms in that drawer.
Please, please, please.
Blake pulls
out a gold foil packet, tears it open, and unrolls the condom over his rigid
length. He’s so thick.
The fleeting
fearful thought about his size evaporates as his thighs touch mine, nudging
them open wide, wider. He reaches down and rubs the tip of his cock around,
getting nice and wet before pausing at my entrance.
His gaze
smolders when it meets mine, and he gently brushes the pad of his thumb over my
cheekbone. His lips barely graze mine.
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