Diana DeRicci

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Today is an excerpt from TOUCH, a contemporary erotic romance.

ISBN: 978-1-60737-482-4
Author: Diana DeRicci
Cover Artist: Marci Gass
Price: $4.99

Deena is turning twenty-nine and her friend has given her the best gift, a free pass to Touch, a decadent luxury playground that caters to the rich and famous. Working endlessly to get her business off the ground, this break to play is exactly what she needed. The treatments aren’t half bad either.

Derek, the owner and controlling mastermind behind Touch, has ulterior motives though for getting Deena to Touch. Several months before, he’d discovered the knock-out blonde at a mutual friend’s wedding. Knowing she was dating, he tried to put her out of his mind, yet when her boyfriend leaves in a butcher’s rendition of chopped hearts, Derek lays out the ammunition to win her for himself.

All he needs is his secret weapon: Touch.

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And here is your excerpt: (ADULT WARNING: THIS EXCERPT IS INTENDED FOR READERS 18 AND OLDER).

With firm hands, he massaged and rolled down her thighs, long and supple legs, all the way down to her feet. Then, one at a time, with the scented cream, he massaged her feet, easing his long fingers around them like a clay sculptor creating a masterpiece.

“You’re on your feet a lot?” he asked casually, molding his thumbs with a little more pressure into her arch, soothing the tender spots. He knew what she did. Sylvia hadn’t been able to withhold every detail under his questioning. Low groans were tearing his insides apart as he worked over each foot, counting cute, light pink polished toes.

“All day long usually,” she replied, sounding far away.

She was a hard worker. Another point proven. “This will help,” he explained.

When he was satisfied, he returned to her side, adding a fresh dollop of oil to his fingers to massage her thighs again. Her breath hitched but only briefly, her length virtually melting into the table, as he created more magic. He teased at her supple body, caressing tempting expanses of silken thigh. Starting at the back of her knee, he lightly kneaded, ending at the edge of the towel. Repeatedly working his attentions higher, feeling her body’s reaction, and catching his breath with every twitch of her growing arousal. She quivered beneath his fingers, but relaxed, almost in a trance of pleasure, both physical and erotic. Her fingers and toes arched and clenched as he moved over her body, joining in tandem with her slowly deepening moans.

At the moment, he didn’t care if she realized the sparking sensations were because of the attraction he couldn’t deny or because of her state of mind. At some point, this appointment had gone from proving if the undeniable physical pull created by this woman was real to needing so much more.

He drew a slow breath, heavy-lidded eyes following his hands, seeing nothing except her gorgeous body lying in front of him. Derek knew he was in over his head and about to break every rule in the book, but about thirty seconds ago, he’d ceased to care.

“Deena?”

“Hmm?” Languorous and drowsy, she barely answered him.

“Your choice of relaxation methods was one I’m not familiar with.” Drifting his hand between her relaxed thighs, closer to the pulsating heat of her mound still hidden beneath the safety of the towel, he almost died on the spot. Knowing what he should have expected, his blood raged with a renewed shock at the silken expanse of baby-soft smooth skin all along her thigh the higher he went. Was she bare? His mouth salivated, and he swallowed. Hard. Thank God he’d had the foresight to not put cameras in every massage room. “But I don’t want you to leave dissatisfied with our services.”

“Methods?” she mumbled, obviously trying to make the connection with a brain that was mush.

“Is this what you meant?” he asked, trying to even his voice out as he pressed delicately to the heat of her smooth flesh with an oiled palm. He slid the towel to her side, exposing her completely. The divine beauty of her body stole the last sane thought he had.

“Oh!” Shock made her voice stronger, but she was boneless on the table. He waited. Boneless was one thing. Feeling helpless was another. The oiled heat of her body was reaching up to him, wrapping around him like a fine scarf in winter. Over his nose and mouth, making him dizzy with need.

“Let me please you,” he managed over a thick tongue. A shudder rolled down her body.

“This isn’t a common offer, is it?” Her words were confused, trying to understand.

“No, Deena. This is for you, because you asked for the method.” Only a partial lie, a play on words that she herself had written. He was dying to feel her orgasm after having his hands all over her body for the last hour.

His eyes had almost fallen out of his head when he’d seen that one written word: orgasms. At first he believed he’d imagined it because he’d thought of little else when it came to Deena. It was a perfect opportunity, albeit a stolen one. He’d take it and run like a thief.

After a minute’s hesitation, she relaxed and actually spread her thighs for him, lifting her hips to press into his palm.

He didn’t ask twice, slowly working the oiled heat of his palm over her slit, feeling the way her body trembled and arched against his motions. He wished he could take her the way he’d craved since that fateful day all those months ago, but her ex had done a real number on her.

So much so that Sylvia had become extremely worried over her. Unable to wait for time to cure her heart, he’d made a deal with Sylvia to get Deena to the spa. He was going to do much more than heal her heart, given the chance. He was going to awaken her body.

He slid his palm over her pussy, and she moaned, the sound low and aching. He wanted her to turn over, to find her with his mouth, and devour her in all the ways he knew he could, but he wasn’t ready for her to see him yet. He didn’t want any connection made to him as one of the guests at Laura’s wedding, because that would too easily lead back to Rafael then Sylvia and the whole set up to get her to Touch. It was too possible for her to realize who he was, since she was at his spa, and he didn’t want to hurt her. He would tell her, but not now. It was too soon. He didn’t want his reputation and wealth to make the first impression. For now, he only wanted her to know him as André when she did finally see his face, to protect her if this was the only time he should have with her.

By the heat beneath his hands, he sincerely doubted he was imagining this. She’d find out about Derek Richards in due time. He wasn’t thrilled with the lie, but he wouldn’t risk hurting her if he was wrong about this attraction, if she didn’t feel the same, because he knew he wanted her. He felt on fire from just the hour they’d spent together already.

She wiggled and arched her sweet little ass upward, pressing herself against his hand, tighter, in need. Answering, he slipped a finger into her sheath, then two, and she shivered. He swallowed the immediate groan as she engulfed him in heat. She was hot sin wrapped around him. Sliding in and out of her slick center, he felt her walls swell, felt them dampen with her excitement and hunger. Every little gasped moan and twitch deepened his reactions, creating aches on top of aches, but he didn’t stop. He wanted more.

With her lying naked and welcoming and unable to indulge in his wildest fantasies under the circumstances, he made some compromises. He glided his other hand over the smooth curve of her ass, kneading the firm flesh under his fingertips in the same way he had meandered over her body. He heard her abrupt groan as little quakes rocked her body. He pressed her harder into the hand fucking her from underneath the luscious curve of her silken thigh. She moaned, tensing around him as he increased his attentions. He maneuvered beneath her weight to play with her clit. She gasped, beginning to rock naturally against him, sliding up and down the table, finding his fingers and riding them like a wild thing.

“That’s it,” he encouraged her, sliding deeper, a little harder with each thrust as he moved her in perfect harmony between his two hands. She rose above the table on her elbows and knees, accepting even more of his caresses. The scent of her arousal was growing, and he couldn’t help but draw it into his lungs, climbing the thrill with her.

Rushed little moans filled the room, and he knew she was reaching the pinnacle. His own body was strung tighter than a cello string, but he couldn’t stop. He’d take care of himself in his office, far away from the temptation in front of him.

Sliding his free hand beneath her body, he found her clit and rubbed it mercilessly, plunging into her pussy with stiff fingers he wished were his cock. The inner walls of her sheath tightened in needy waves. He slid his knuckles against ripened skin, and she rocked into him in answer, working her hips in delicious little pumps that fucked him back. He couldn’t look away. Each motion was an act of grace; her entire body smooth and taut, working with him to reach the orgasm he felt cresting around his hand. He trembled with the depth of his own desire. Rapid, lusting pants were hard to hide as he felt her tighten.

With a stifled shriek, she stiffened, and a bath of heated silk coated his fingers to drip across his hand. His tongue itched to drink that ambrosia. Ignoring the sweat on his brow and the raging hard-on in his slacks, he allowed himself a moment to enjoy the rapture of her orgasm. He closed his eyes, dragging in deep lungfuls of air into his body, absorbing every detail from the smooth curve of her shoulder to the telling ripples of aftershocks that coursed down her frame.

Knowing he had no choice, he relinquished her body. Replacing the modesty towel over her hips, he immediately missed the view. He was dying to rip it away again, then resigned, grabbed a fresh towel to wipe his hands on. “Rest for as long as you need, Deena. No one will disturb you until you are ready to leave.” He’d make sure of that. He lowered to purr into her ear. “I hope to see you again, Deena.” By the steady sound of her breathing, he knew she was almost asleep.

Without another word, he slipped from her private room, heading to his office on the third floor, thankful he’d had these few minutes to confirm the lightning bolt he’d been hit with all those months ago.

He’d never been more attracted to a woman in his life.

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