When they were teenagers, Felicia Montrose and Ash Chee fell in love. Things were perfect for them, or so they thought, until racial differences ended up in a physical fight between Ash and Felicia’s father, and Ash ended up in jail. Now, thirteen years later, the couple hopes to rekindle their romance when they ride a motorcycle from New Orleans to Santa Fe.
The road trip includes stops where Felicia discovers the joys of being with Ash again, and realizes, despite their time apart, one thing has remained true: their love for each other. But some things never change. Can the couple convince their parents first love is sometimes the strongest love, or will they be forced to leave their families behind in order to find happiness together?
Publisher’s Note: This is a first love, second chance contemporary romance and contains elements of sensual scenes, adult themes, and power exchange. If any of these offend you, please do not purchase.
He had her blouse open now, and he pushed it aside. Her unbound breasts spilled out, and Ash licked his lips before lowering his mouth to one of them. She tasted like sweet honey. Her moans of approval made him suck her deeper before releasing her just enough so he could take her nipple between his teeth and gently nibble.
The hard nub was just the right size, and he thought he could stay this way all night, giving attention to this delectable part of her body.
She cupped his head in her hands, and he could tell by the way she tried to weave her fingers into his hair that she wanted it loose. There would be time for that later.
Ash turned his attention to her other breast, lavishing the same attention on the hard bud. He loved the way she shivered, the fact she had trouble keeping herself steady on her feet as he sucked.
When he felt her sag against him, he lifted his head and looked at her face. Her features were soft with desire, her mouth slightly open, her eyes forming little slits.
“Do you want me, sweet Felicia?”
“You know I do.”
He caressed her hip. “Even though you just had me inside you?”
“It makes me want you more.” She looked down, and when she spoke again, her voice was so low he could barely hear her. “When I play with myself, I think of you.”