An Excerpt From: Private Showing
Copyright © Brenna Zinn, 2011
All Rights Reserved
Note: Brenna Zinn’s books are intended for those readers 18 years old or older.

“What are you doing?” The pink flush on her cheeks deepened as she gasped for air. Sparks glittered in her velvet eyes. “This,” she started but reconsidered her words. “We won’t end well. Believe me. I care too much for you to hurt you.”
Her unexpected confession surprised Colin but bolstered his resolve. “Just give me tonight,” he growled in frustration.
“Colin, even if we give in for only one night, we’ll make things complicated between us.” She looked down and sighed. “I don’t have the time for complications. You just have to understand that.”
“I do understand, lass.” He reached for her hand, drawing her back to him, and then held her close. “After tonight, no complications. As you Americans like to say, ‘scouts’ honor.’”
For now.
Breathing in her scent of jasmine and pressing into her soft curves crumbled the reservoir of restraint he’d maintained since first meeting the tempting siren. Lust, jagged and rough, surged through his system like sandpaper, making each nerve ending raw and sensitive.
Unable to reign in his primitive need, Colin crushed his mouth against hers. He coaxed open her lips and brushed his tongue along the inside of her sweet mouth, wishing he could taste more—needing to be closer to her. His lips still locked with hers, he guided her backward until her feet bumped the glass of the great room’s window.
Though he expected more resistance, Gianna didn’t try to pull away. Instead, she melted into his embrace, the weight of her body slowly giving way to his hold.
A moan escaped when her tongue met his and ran down its side, then plunged back again, striking with a fervor he never imagined she possessed. She tilted her lower body against him and rotated her hips in slow circles. With each gyration, her short skirt inched higher, her long bare legs becoming another tease.
Sliding his hand down, he placed his palm beneath her knee and lifted her leg. To his delight, she ground her cunt against the solid length of his thigh. His jeans offered no protection from the moist heat her pussy generated. His dick leapt to life, only to be agonizingly held down by a layer of underwear and denim.
Gianna broke the kiss, but not before biting his bottom lip.
Colin’s breath came out as a ragged hiss at the pleasurable pain. “So it’s like that, is it?”
“Let’s just call it fair warning.” She placed her foot on the floor and leaned back against the window, her red mouth slightly swollen. “I’m serious when I tell you this can’t end well. Even if we give in for just this night.”
“I think I’ll take my chances.” He ran his free hand up her shoulder then behind her neck, allowing his fingers to tangle in the ebony locks flowing down her back. He grabbed hold of the silken strands and gently pulled.
Heat burned in the embers of her dark brown eyes, and a sly smile curved the corners of her mouth. “I’ll give you an hour to stop that. If you’re a really bad boy, I’ll make it three.”