Loretta R. Walls
SOME OF US NEED SPICE...
The Bentley’s seemed to have it all: World-famous songwriting parents, fortune, fame and Debonaire, their popular family band. They couldn’t want for more – or could they?
When tragedy strikes, their once perfect lives begin to fall apart. Angel, the youngest of eight siblings must learn how to live life without the two most important people in her world.
SOME OF US LIVE THE LIFE...
Looking for lust was a normal past time for Medeiros Cruzz a handsome young man with sensual gray eyes, until fate sent Angel Bentley his way.
Now that he’d met his match, how would he live without her?
Will the Bentley’s accomplish their mission or discover more about themselves than they bargained for?
Loretta R. Walls is a material handler and has been writing since the age of thirteen. The New York native is also an Army Reservist who served in Operation Iraqi Freedom. A former restaurant manager, the author enjoys dancing, writing and spending time with her family. She resides in the Richmond, Virginia area with her family. For more information on the author, go to www.myspace.com/lorettarwalls
Medeiros and Angel barely spoke on their ride to Outlook Point. They were too fascinated gazing into each other’s eyes.
Every so often, he would caress her hand, attempting to make Angel blush. He struggled to keep his composure, but somehow managed to do so.
In return, Angel was driving a hard bargain as well. Her breathing had become very slow and deliberately took deep breaths to make her chest rise and fall before him. She would occasionally run her tongue across her lower lip or gently touch his jawbone.
Emotional hide and seek.
Who would give in first?
The driver’s door slammed, breaking the moment.
“I believe we have arrived,” Medeiros announced, helping Angel out of the limo. He bonded her hand with his and they walked along a paved path.
“This is a very scenic place,” she said, gazing at the stars above.
“Quiet, might I add.”
“Yes, that too,” she laughed. “What is the name of this beautiful place?”
“This is Outlook Point,” he narrated, guiding her to a city-wide view upon a hill. “From here you can see all of Terrah Manley and some of Bridgeland.”
“The name definitely serves its purpose,” she smiled, facing him.
“So does yours,” he answered, drawing her in close and proceeded to kiss her.
At first, it was gentle. He simply wanted to taste her. All he could smell was the peach scent that radiated from her body heat. It captured his senses and damn near stole his soul.
Angel received as well as Medeiros gave. She liked the way he kissed. It was gentle, sensuous, not forced like her ex used to do. Medeiros Cruzz was someone she wanted to know. His neatly-trimmed mustache tickled the corners of her lips. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she felt his hands massage her lower back.
“Does that hurt?” He softly asked in her ear.
“No.” She shuddered from the warmth of his hands. “It feels nice.”
He pulled back to look into her eyes that sparkled in the moonlight.
The vision before him was absolutely beautiful.
“I am pleased. You should relax--I have no intention of hurting you.”
“Please don’t…” she trailed off, closing her eyes. I could love you.
With that, Medeiros began to passionately neck Angel. His hands slid down her soft backside and he clinched it firmly.
“Please,” she moaned. “Please, Medeiros.”
“Please, what,” he gasped, planting soft kisses upon her generous bosom.
With each kiss he planted, Angel found it harder to speak. “You’re making this very difficult for me.” It was a struggle to think.
