Aliyah Burke ~ Sensuality in Romance

Since Saffron is releasing this coming Monday from TEB I thought I’d post up an excerpt from Linc another in the Kemet Uncovered series. Enjoy and have a great day!

With a shake of her head, she rose, dumped her tea and headed back to work, her break over. Before long, she had settled back into the swing of things, dealing with the bank’s customers.
“Good afternoon, Ms Stevenson.”
Chaya couldn’t respond immediately, for her mouth had suddenly gone drier than the arid planes of a desert. She blinked and tried to clear the sight and sound of Linc from her mind and focus on the customer she was serving. But no matter how she tried, he never vanished. Linc Dixon stood before her. Tall, dark, and handsome. Sexy. And dangerous. The list went on and on.
The arrogant tilt  to his lips that made her question whether he couldn’t somehow read her train of thoughts. Those firm lips tipped higher at the corners and she fought to smile instead of blush.
“Hello, Mr Dixon,” she said, reaching for the paper he’d laid down on the dark countertop. “How can I help you today?”
His eyes flashed with heat. “I would like this in my account, then I need a cashier’s check.”
Although his tone didn’t change, she felt flushed and wanting from his welcome, like he’d reached across the counter and touched her. He’d not even moved. She got to work on his deposit and when she’d finished Linc was still watching her intently.
“The cashier’s check, Mr Dixon, was for how much and to whom?”
Silently, he slid a paper towards her, still ensnaring her gaze. With difficulty, she focused on the sheet. She recognised the name and the amount made her pause.
“Uniforms.”
Her head rose with a quick snap. “What?”
He leaned against the countertop, his pose deceptively relaxed and incredibly sexy.
Jeez, Chaya, she admonished herself. Can you not think of sex when he’s around?
She knew the answer. No. For even the mere thought of Linc took her down that road.
“Uniforms for the Rangers. They need new ones.”
“That is incredibly thoughtful of you, Mr Dixon.”
A negligent shrug. “Not really. Have dinner with me.”
There it was, spoken in a tone that told rather than questioned.
“I’m not in the habit of dating my son’s coaches,” she replied primly, putting his cashier’s check in an envelope and sliding it to him.
If her refusal bothered him it didn’t show. His cool, dark eyes touched her with familiarity, lingering upon her breasts before travelling back up to her face.
“And the office? I doubt that was habit either.” He looked at his watch. “So I’ll pick you up at seven.” Linc took his papers and headed off.
She cast a subtle glance around to see if anyone else had heard him speak about their secret rendezvous in his office but no one was paying her any mind. It seemed all eyes were on Linc’s retreating back. His stride had a masculine elegance to it, along with a swagger. It fitted him.

Hot smoke jumper and the woman who owned his heart. Enjoy TJ and Erin’s snippet.
Teague felt her before he saw her. That tingling only she brought him skated up his spine. Moving farther into the room, he found her with his gaze. A smile flitted across his face.
Of course. Where else would you be at 3:30 in the morning, Erin, but in the ring?
He padded closer, watching her dodge and jab with an imaginary opponent. His gaze lingered over the fact she only wore a white sports bra that zipped down the front and black low-rise boy fit shorts.
A groan escaped him. Her dark skin shone with a sheen of sweat. Her hair was up in a ponytail and it moved in tandem with her graceful motions. He skimmed over the muscles in her legs and arms as she worked out.
Amazing.
Beautiful.
Tempting.
Tantalizing.
He didn’t stop until he neared the ring. Standing tall, he allowed his bag to hit the floor with a loud thud. That got her attention.
Her eyes widened in surprise before she got her emotions under control. Standing in the middle of the ring, she stretched her neck and shook her shoulders, trying to stay loose. “Here for a workout?”
“Wanna spar?” Teague asked, leaning against the rope.
“Why not?” She did a bit of in place jogging while he slid under and climbed into the ring. “Do you want some gear?”
He looked at her, her hands were wrapped but she was gloveless. “No. I’ll be fine.”
She shrugged. “Suit yourself.” Her dark eyes watched him telling him she was waiting for him to make the first move.
Teague bounced around, finding his footing and balance. He almost lost them both as the sparkle he remembered seeing in her eyes when they were together appeared. Erin Watford loved to box.
He took the first swing and then it was on after that. They feinted, dodged, and tossed punches back and forth. Teague never had to check his swing because he knew he wouldn’t be landing any direct blows on her.
Watching the pleasure on her face, sent a wave of longing through him. He was still in love with her. Deliberately, Teague allowed her to land some punches on his stomach and when she did, he wrapped his arms around her and took them both down to the mat where after he took the brunt of the hit, he rolled them over so she was beneath him.
“What are you doing?” she hissed even as her eyes showed him her desire.
“What I should have done yesterday when you walked in here, back into my life.”
Teague kissed her. Wrapped one hand around her ponytail and swept his tongue through her mouth like a wildfire. He groaned as her familiar taste assaulted him. His body responded violently. He wanted her.