Spring into Savings – Ruby Tuesday

Wild Irish, Book Two

Sky Mitchell is hiding out in Baltimore, seeking peace and solitude while he struggles with a career decision. Lead singer of popular rock group The Universe, he’s thinking of going it alone. Wandering into an Irish pub, he’s ecstatic to discover the breakout single for his solo album—but the songwriter doesn’t want to sell. He challenges the woman to a contest. Not only does he win the song, but also a songwriting partner to complete the rest of the album.

Teagan Collins is sure of her talent but she’s never aspired to fame and fortune. She’s content singing folk tunes in her family’s pub. Working on an album with Sky tests her patience…and her libido. The hot rocker plays her body like a fine instrument, their desire deepening with each song they write.

But someone doesn’t want Sky to go solo, and will stop at nothing to sabotage the couple’s efforts. Undaunted, Sky wants Teagan to join him onstage at his farewell concert to sing her original, “Maybe Tomorrow”…

If they make it through today.


“I don’t want you to leave.”

He grinned. It was the easy-going, fun smile she’d come to adore in just the short time they’d known each other and her fears melted away in an instant.

He bent down and kissed her gently. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured and she smiled.

“And you’re a player,” she teased.

“A rock star,” he added with a chuckle.

“So rock my world, rock star,” she dared. His eyes darkened at her taunt, the look hot enough to singe her hair.

“I want to see you naked. Completely naked.”

She sucked in a nervous breath. She’d certainly been seen in various states of undress with past boyfriends, but she’d never been totally nude in a well-lit room in front of a man. “You know,” she said, “the freckles don’t stop at my face.”

“I noticed that last night. I think your freckles are hot. Now stop stalling.”

She sat up in bed and pushed the covers off. She started with the part he’d already seen, shrugging her T-shirt over her head. He gripped her waist once she’d tossed the shirt aside and studied her so closely she felt the cursed blushing start.

“Your turn,” she said, gesturing to his shirt. He pulled his shirt off without hesitation and she followed his lead, perusing him at her leisure. She’d seen him without his shirt on the first night they’d met. Unfortunately, she’d been too fixated on the absurdity of him flitting around in her skirt to fully appreciate the view. Now, she was seeing him as clear as day and the sight took her breath away. Smooth, tanned skin, chiseled-in-stone pecs and tight brown nipples she couldn’t resist leaning forward to lick.

He groaned as her tongue teased the small disks, his hands engulfing her head, holding her in place. “Jesus, that feels good.”

Over and over she kissed, nipped and licked the sensitive flesh until he pulled her head away, leaning over to capture her mouth in a hungry kiss. He pressed her backward onto the mattress and covered her once more. There was something very addictive to being sheltered beneath the strength of his hard body. She ran her hands over his chest, his arms, his back. She couldn’t touch enough of him as the heat in the small room continued to rise. He pushed his covered cock into the vee of her thighs and she whimpered with relief at the glorious force.

She heard rather than saw him take off his belt, shocked when he engulfed her hands in his above her head. He laid the strip of leather beside her on the bed.

“I’m going to bind your hands.”

His words were spoken simply, matter-of-factly, yet the impact hit her like the shot from a gun marking the beginning of a fifty-yard dash and her heart raced so fast she feared it would burst.

“Sky,” she started.

“The promise still stands, Teagan. You say no and it all stops.”

She nodded. She trusted him. “Okay.”

“Here,” he said, rising and pulling her up as well, “let’s get these pants off.”

Her hands stopped him when he reached for the waistband and he looked at her questioningly. “What is it?”

“The red hair is sort of like the freckles. Everywhere.”

He laughed. “Another benefit to hooking up with a wild Irish gypsy.” He lightly pushed her hands away, pulling her pants down until they hit her ankles. She kicked them off. “No panties?”

She crinkled her nose. “Can’t stand sleeping in them.”

“Me either,” he said and she tried to imagine sleeping with Sky, both of them naked and wrapped in each other’s arms. “Don’t do that,” he said.

“Do what?”

“Undress me with your eyes.”

She laughed as he threw her words from their first conversation in the pub back at her. “Can I do it with my hands?”

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Posted May 5, 2011 by Mari Carr in category "Uncategorized