His Virtual Diva

Published by: eXtasy Books

ISBN :978-1-55487-937-3

Page :175

Word Count :35862

Publication Date :2011-07-08

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Available Formats : His Virtual Diva (pdf) , His Virtual Diva (prc) , His Virtual Diva (epub) , His Virtual Diva (mobi)

Category : Erotic Romance , Paranormal Romance

Product Code: 978-1-55487-937-3

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Their passion for music brought them together. Will deception drive them apart.

Aloof composerconductor Lamont Johansson, aka LJ, knows he's grasping at straws trying to introduce opera to the Andromeda System. He's certainly taking enormous financial risks. When the brilliant, erratic diva, Daphne Basini, arrives on Al Sufi—two weeks late—he finds he's attracted to her and is amazed that her voice is the voice he's been searching for all his life. Suddenly there is more at stake than a successful opera season. He's risking his heart as well.

Deanna Basini's arrival on Al Sufi is not at all what she expected. She's supposed to hook up with her sister, Daphne, but Daphne has decamped again without notifying the opera company that hired her. And again, Deanna is forced to masquerade as her more famous, impetuous and sexually adventurous sister in order to save Daphne's flagging career. Deanna's resentment fades under LJ's critical demands and encouragement. She finds her desire for him intensifying alongside the guilt she feels for deceiving him.

Daphne hasn't been delayed by normal circumstances. Venus has taken over her body and is leading her through a whirlwind of sensual pleasures. When Daphne gains the upper hand and finally arrives on Al Sufi, she discovers she might not rescue her career, but with Venus' help, she might push LJ and Deanna together.

Their passion for music brings Deanna and LJ together. Will deception drive them apart?

The first gentle brush of his lips sent melodies drifting through Deanna's mind. Soon words followed. A kiss is just a kiss. But his were so much more. She could float forever in his kinds of kisses. So gentle. So playful. So…so very…

A sigh is just a sigh.

His sigh breathed need into her mouth. Hers soughed agreement as he turned her to face him. Her knees straddled his hips. Her mons pressed to his cock as they rubbed, eliciting sighs that grew more and more ragged. Yet he never changed the tempo. Even his tongue caressing hers maintained a sweetness she cherished. Persuasion…oh, yes. So much nicer than plundering. So much more in tune with his hands gliding under her sweatshirt. His fingertips plucked her furled nipples like a harpist playing slowly, building chords that tightened her entire body. She pulled off her sweatshirt, exposing her topless chest. She'd hoped for this, planned to make it easy to get naked.

"Your breasts…" As if unable to say another word, he cupped them both, then lapped each rigid nub.

Flames arced between her nipples and her empty pussy. Her swollen clit throbbed, aching for his touch. Beyond conscious control, her hips rose and fell, settling when he unzipped his shorts and then freed his cock. With wiggles and grunts, they worked his shorts to his knees, sighing into each other's mouth.

Against her lips he murmured, "Push your breasts together."

She did, gasping as his tongue flicked each nipple in rapid succession. His clever fingers settled on her hips, but she could feel him toying with the narrow straps on her thong. His simultaneous continuing attention to her nipples made her laugh sound more like a moan. Multitasking was clearly in his lovemaking skill set.

"Do these clasps work?" he asked before sucking one peak into his mouth.

Using his tongue, teeth and lips, he drove her speechless. "Yyesss," she managed, arching her back as he transferred his attention to her other breast. She thought he said good, but was too intent on what his hands were doing to care.

She felt the clasps give, the slide of silk between her slick folds as he pulled off her thong, the heat of his body as he laid them both on the blanket. Panting, she wiggled her hips and, finally, had his cock almost where she wanted it.

"Not yet," he murmured, bracing on his elbows. His silver gaze inched over her face as if memorizing every feature. His fingers followed with feathery touches along her brows, eyelids and nose. They tickled yet made her feel so cherished she sighed. Bypassing her lips, he traced her jaw and chin, the hollow in her throat, the shell of one ear. Every touch aroused her, yet left her boneless.

Sensing his unwillingness to hurry, she duplicated his patterns over his face. His bushy eyebrows felt silkier than they looked. The stubble on his cheeks and chin rasped in her palm, making her imagine whisker burns on her own face. Yet she hadn't felt any scrapes because his kisses were so gentle. A bump in his nose had her kissing it as if it were a break she could heal with her lips.