I’m so pleased to announce that today is the official book birthday for Rachel Kramer Bussel’s new anthology Dirty Dates!
I read an advance copy of this collection, and oh baby is it hot! Perfect to read to your significant other to spice things up, or to keep all to yourself for naughty enjoyment…
So, in honour of the book’s birthday, I thought I’d post a saucy excerpt from my story “Switch”, which is included in the collection.
The scene below is a reunion between two lovers – enjoy!
I don’t mean to sound accusatory, but I’ve been practicing a new dance routine and am not exactly dressed for a sexy reunion. The yoga pants I’m wearing have bleach stains around the hems, and my tank top has also seen better days.
“Yeah? Well, you’re sweaty,” he says, and drops his bag in the hall.
“Sorry,” I say, grimacing. “Let me take a quick shower and I’ll welcome you properly.”
Grady kicks the door shut behind him and tugs me into an embrace.
“I’m just teasing, Cass,” he murmurs against my throat. “You smell amazing. You smell like woman.”
I groan at that. He always knows the right things to say, the things that get me wet.
Strong hands grip my hips and heft me up against the wall. I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist, unless I want to fall. My arms loop around his neck and I lean in for a kiss, but he holds himself just out of reach.
“I missed you,” he says.
“Oh baby, I know,” I purr, and rub myself against him. “I missed you, too.”
He lets me kiss him then, light brushes of my lips against his that gradually build into something deeper and more consuming. It’s been so long, I feel like I could almost come from this alone: from his tongue in my mouth, his breathless kiss, the pressure of his hips rocking against me. But it’s not enough, and eventually we have to break for air.
I unravel myself from around him. Even before my bare feet touch the floorboards, I’m reaching for his belt.
“Not yet.” He stills my hand. “Not till after I give you your present.”
“Grady, you shouldn’t have.”
“It’s something we’ll both enjoy.”
He smiles, a sly look that does nothing to warm his eyes. That’s when I start to get nervous.
See, Grady has this uncanny ability to change gears, right when I least expect it. One minute he’ll be all sweet and solicitous, then some hidden switch will trip inside him and he’ll become this domineering bastard who’ll make me crawl to him, make me beg. He’ll drag me to my limits and then make me take that final step into the void, alone—and fully conscious of what I’m doing. And when I’m on the other side—after I’ve fallen—he’ll praise me and tell me he’s proud of me, and that’s what will make me cry.
Sometimes I don’t know which version of Grady I love more. But I know which one I’m getting this afternoon.
Intrigued? I hope so! Let’s just say there’s a twist in the story… but you’ll have to buy the book to find out!