You Are Always on My Mind: Hell Yeah!
We all like to think we have a soulmate. Unfortunately for some of us, we miss them, passing unseen like two ships in the night. Revel and Harper were among the lucky ones, they knew without a shadow of a doubt that they were meant for one another. In a perfect world, they would’ve enjoyed a ‘happily ever after’. But this isn’t a perfect world.
Harper is haunted by her past, a past so tragic and so unthinkable that she can’t even imagine confessing it to Revel. And she knows from past experience, that when he learns the shameful truth about her – nothing will be the same. So to protect him, she walks away.
Harper underestimated Revel’s love for her. From the moment she disappeared, he set out to bring her home. Their journey to love is one fraught with ghosts from the past, both real and imagined, and a demon from their present who is intent on making sure she has no future. But those ghosts and demons have never met a hero like Revel Lee. He is determined to give Harper exactly what she needs…until Harper realizes that all she needs is him.
***CONTENT WARNING: This book contains adult language and sexual situations. It is intended for audiences 18+ ONLY***
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She said nothing, just opened the door, slammed it and fled into the night. Revel didn’t even hesitate, he was out of the truck and after her in a flash. Only she didn’t run into the swamp like he feared, she ran up to the door, unlocked it with the key he’d given to her and went inside. He was about a dozen strides behind her and when he stepped into the house, he didn’t know what he’d find. But what he saw shocked him. There was a trail of very feminine women’s clothing scattered on the stairs. A dress. A wrap. A bra…and very small, lacy pair of panties. “Harper?” He couldn’t believe his eyes. But oh, how he wanted to. When he came to the bedroom she was occupying, the door stood wide open. “Harper?”
“Come in, Revel. I’m waiting for you.”
Her voice was low, sultry—sexy. Revel was breathing so hard, it sounded as if he’d run a marathon. And when he stepped around the corner into the doorway, he almost swallowed his tongue. She was lying on the bed, naked. On her back, legs spread with her hand between her thighs. She was massaging her slit, her fingers dipping and delving, spearing up inside of her, then up to caress her clit. “Holy Fuck,” he whispered. “Harper, what are you doing?”
“Seducing you. Is it working?” Harper could see a war being waged in his eyes. Was this a mistake? Mercy, if she had the sense God gave a flea, she’d back off. They had so many issues to work through, and here she was confusing the issue with sex. But wasn’t this what it was all about? She’d made him feel inadequate, not enough and it was her mission to show him he was all the man she needed. The insufficiency, the deficit—it was all hers. This could be the biggest mistake of her life, but she had to take the risk. She needed this, she needed him. She needed to be normal. The emptiness inside of her was a constant, pulsing ache which grew stronger with every passing moment.
Revel didn’t have to know she was damaged goods.
Harper’s hand stilled between her thighs. She stared at him. He was frozen. He wasn’t moving. What did that mean? Instead of giving up as she should have, Harper rose and moved toward him, moving right into his space, fitting her hungry body to his. Would he reject her? Despite his words of love, when she was stripped and vulnerable before him, would he want her or would the things she’d done at the clubs repulse him?
Touching him, she rubbed her breasts across his chest, her hands going to his crotch. “I only want to make you happy. Let me love you.” She teased the seam of his lips with her tongue, her heart leaping when he trembled against her. The power in his big body wasn’t subtle, so it amazed her that she could affect him so. He was an addictive drug.
Revel wasn’t fighting the attraction, he was paralyzed with it. Just being this close to her made his brain go haywire. He’d wanted her so badly and for so long, every nerve ending in his body was vibrating and buzzing. With a growl, he surrendered to the incredible pull. Fisting his hand in her long dark hair, he pulled her to him, covered her lips and sank his teeth into her lower lip. Nip! “How’s that, baby? Do you like that?”
The small amount of erotic pain thrilled her. He wasn’t being facetious, this was him trying to do what she’d asked him to do. “I love it,” she admitted. “You turn me on so much.” She reached between his legs and folded her hand around his big cock, giving it a squeeze.
Revel growled. Harper could almost hear the threads of his control snap in two. He took hold of her shoulders and hauled her flush to him. With a whimper, she started pulling at his shirt, uncaring that buttons were popping off and bouncing across the floor. The next thing she knew, Harper had gone from pressed to his body to sitting on the dresser with Revel standing close between her thighs. Revel was staring down at her as if he couldn’t believe she was real. His fiery black eyes were glittering with hunger and bold flags of color stained his high chiseled cheekbones. With a primal snarl, his mouth crushed hers. Harper didn’t have to process, all of his pent-up desire, hunger—it was directed right to her.
“Yes, yes,” she murmured. But for all the ravishing hunger, his hands were gentle as he caressed her body.
“It’s been so long,” he whispered. “I’ve ached for you. I’ve touched no one. Only you, you’re all I want. So soft. So fragile.” He bent his head to place a tender kiss to her neck.
“Revel, I’m not fragile.” She wove her fingers in his hair, so much longer now than the last time they’d done this. “I want you to take me, touch me. Dominate me. You have no idea how much I’ve dreamed of this. How I missed you.”
Dipping his head, he buried his face in the valley between her breasts, kissing both sides of her cleavage. When he framed one swollen globe, closing his lips over the distended nipple, Harper moaned. She arched her back, holding his head to her breast. “Bite me,” she pleaded.
Revel stiffened, so Harper stiffened, pulling back. But she wasn’t successful, Revel stopped her—with his teeth. He grazed her nipple, scraping the tender flesh. Harper gasped, cradling his head. “Ah, yes!”
“Like that?” he muttered. When she keened, he plumped her breast, and she was mesmerized, loving the way his big broad hand looked against her white skin. Reaching down, she began working on his belt, releasing the button on his jeans, slowly lowering the zipper.
“Yes, I love it.” Slipping her hand inside, Harper closed her fingers around his manhood and stroked. “We’re making progress, guess next time we’ll just drag out the whips and chain.” She teased.
With a harsh groan, he jerked her forward, taking her lips in a complete and thorough kiss. Those wicked little fingers could steal his reason if he wasn’t careful, or maybe it was too late, for he confessed way before he was ready. “We don’t have to wait till next time, the whips and chains are ready and waiting for you. Ever since you left, I’ve been training.”
With a gasp, Harper clung to his neck as he pulled her close, picking her up and taking her to the stairs that led to the area below, under the front gallery. “Where are we going?”
“To my dungeon, little submissive. Are you ready to play?”
Sable Hunter is a New York Times, USA Today bestselling author of nearly 50 books in 7 series. She writes sexy contemporary stories full of emotion and suspense. Her focus is mainly cowboy and novels set in Louisiana with a hint of the supernatural. Sable writes what she likes to read and enjoys putting her fantasies on paper. Her books are emotional tales where the heroine is faced with challenges. Her aim is to write a story that will make you laugh, cry and swoon. If she can wring those emotions from a reader, she has done her job. Sable resides in Austin, Texas with her two dogs. Passionate about all animals, she has been known to charm creatures from a one ton bull to a family of raccoons. For fun, Sable haunts cemeteries and battlefields armed with night-vision cameras and digital recorders hunting proof that love survives beyond the grave. Welcome to her world of magic, alpha heroes, sexy cowboys and hot, steamy to-die-for sex. Step into the shoes of her heroines and escape to places where right prevails, love conquers all and holding out for a hero is not an impossible dream.