Pull My Hair

Ellora’s Cave ♦ September 13, 2006
ISBN eBook: 1-4199-0694-1
Genre: Contemporary ♦ Interracial

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Also available in Print: MAKE IT LAST
Print-Combo of PULL MY HAIR and DESIGN OF A LIFETIME
Ellora’s Cave ♦ August 1, 2007
ISBN-10: 141995637X ♦ ISBN-13: 978-1419956379

What’s a woman to do when her man no longer notices her? Liza and Greg have been married for seven years and her husband no longer pulls her hair. No more long, extended love play, spankings or sweet kisses…nothing but let’s get this over with sex. Sex has become mechanical and the only time Liza catches a thrill is when Greg needs an itch scratched. Enough is enough when she cuts off all her glorious locks and Greg doesn’t even notice! She is determined to figure out what has gone wrong, and how to get her man to notice her again.

After seven years of marriage, Greg realizes he doesn’t know his wife and is tired of the game she’s playing. He too misses the sweet love they once shared, but a recent surprise from the past shows him that his wife has hidden part of herself from him and has him wondering what else she has hidden.

Will Liza and Greg get past the lies and half-truths to rediscover a love worth fighting for, or is their once hot, loving marriage doomed for failure?

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Excerpt

“You don’t pull it anymore, so why the hell did I need all that hair for anyway?” Liza yelled at the top of her lungs. Buck-naked she knelt on the bed beside her husband’s lounging form.

After she yelled her response, she promptly broke into hysterical tears and plopped back down on the bed.

“Liza, what in the world are you talking about? Baby, you’re not making any sense! And what does hair pulling have to do with us having sex?” He sat up swiftly and tried to pull her back down onto his chest.

“If you were still pulling it, you’d know what I was talking about!” she snatched her body away, refusing to allow him to pull her back in. “Oh just forget it, Greg! It’s a lost cause anyway.”

Liza sprang from the bed and her newly bobbed, freshly relaxed hair whipped around her face as she grabbed the black silk kimono sprawled on the foot of the bed. With precise, angry motion, she shoved her arms through the sleeves. After she tied the sash, she nearly ran to the bedroom door with her need to escape.

As she was opening the door to leave, her husband strode up behind her and slammed it shut. He turned her around to face him.

All six-foot-plus of gloriously naked, ticked off male glared down at her. She read it all in his deep, green eyes, there was anger, irritation, concern, and…horniness. Her glance ran over his angry face, noting the red flush of anger that ran alongside his squared jaw. She turned away from him and reopened the door. She refused to be drawn back in. And that‘s all it would take. All she’d have to do is take one look into his eyes and she was sprung.

Just like an addict.

“Don’t run away from me!” His breathing was harsh as he made the demand.

He slammed the door shut. Again. This time he boxed her in, giving her no chance to escape him.

“Come on, baby. If you’re happy about your hair then so am I. Let’s just make love okay? It’s been a few days, between working later hours on this case and your period…big daddy needs some lovin’.” He laughed low and bent his dark head to nuzzle the side of her neck as he stood behind her.

Big daddy was right.

She could feel his long, thick penis nudge her butt as he pulled her close against his chest. She tried her damndest to stay rigid against his hard, tightly muscled body. She refused to acknowledge to herself how good his rock-hard thighs felt resting against the back of her thighs or how good it felt to feel his cock push against her, looking to gain entry.

Hmmm. She was so wet, she was afraid she’d start dripping all over her new, silk oriental rug.

“You don’t like my hair,” she murmured softly.

No way was she going to let him off the hook. She didn’t give a damn how good he felt rubbing against her. She’d cut her hair and she’d had to bring it to his attention.

She clenched her legs together to ward off any more treacherous, wayward cream making its way down her thighs.

“I do like your hair, baby. Just come back to bed,” he whispered. He tucked a stand of her bobbed, bone-straight, relaxed hair behind her ear and trailed a line of kisses down her neck.

The real issue was not her hair. If he didn’t know that, then they were in more trouble than she thought. It was as though he didn’t notice anything about her anymore. As though he no longer saw her.

She moved her head to the side to give him better access.

“I love everything about you.” His deep, hoarse voice sent shivers running down her spine. “From the top of your newly cut hair to the bottom of your pretty brown feet. And your stinky little toes.”

The real issue was that they had lost…touch, with each other, not the fact that she’d cut her hair. The fact that he’d not noticed her new haircut was just the icing on the big old fat chocolate cake.

“We don’t even have to go to the bed if you don’t want,” he continued his low-talking, sensual barrage. He lifted her arms out in front of her and placed them on the door.

After seven years of marriage, she felt disconnected from her husband.

His kisses trailed down her spine and she cried out in automatic response when he delivered a light nip to one of her butt cheeks. He laughed when she yelped and grabbed the flesh between his lips and suckled the small injury.

Damn. No matter what, he still knew what she liked when they made love.

His other hand trailed to the front of her body and he sank two big fingers deep inside her wet channel and she cried out from the exquisite feeling. With an expertise born from intimate knowledge of what turned her on, he stroked her deeply. He slowly lapped a leisurely tongue over her butt as his fingers pumped in rhythm inside her vagina.

He added his thumb to the mix and began to torture her clit. The rough pad of his thumb circled her tightly drawn nubbin. She felt like screaming the pleasure was so intense.

“Do you like that, baby? Does that feel good? Do you want to come, Li?” he asked in that dark voice that made her squirm even more around his talented fingers.

“Yessss,” she whimpered on a long hiss. “Please, baby…let me come.” Liza heard the desperation in her own voice but didn’t give a damn. She was so close, her orgasm was just hovering right there…out of reach.

“What do you have to say in order to come? What do I like to hear?”

She knew what he wanted to hear, what he wanted her to say in order to bring her to release. “Please, big daddy, I want to come. Let me come. I need it so badly,” she whispered, head hung low, strung out from the intensity of the feelings he’d created in her.

“That’s what I like to hear,” he said and laughed low in his throat the same time that he pinched her clit, not hard enough to hurt but hard enough that she felt the small sting.

She felt the orgasm as it rippled through her body right before she damn near exploded as she came. She cried out as she bucked against his fingers and had to hold the doorframe or she’d have fallen down straight on her face. Her heart beat so strongly from the intensity of her climax that she felt tears sting her eyes.

When he flipped her around and her back slammed against the door, she widened her stance in automatic response. It had been over a week since they’d made love and she was ready for anything he had in store for her.

Anything.

He teased her by brushing his hand back and forth over the springy curls covering her mound. He leaned down and took a deep breath. “Ummm. Your kitty always smells so good, baby,” his breath was becoming more ragged the more turned on he became.

Liza loved when he called her vagina, her kitty. The lord only knew the man knew how to make it purr.

With bated breath, she waited to feel the heated stroke of his talented tongue on her crease. She allowed her eyes to drift closed in anticipation.

The sudden and very jarring ring of his cell phone caused Liza to jerk her eyes open and whip her head around to locate the offending sound. She looked down at her husband as he crouched down in front of her, face inches away from her aching clit…and wanted to scream when she saw the resigned look that crossed his handsome face.

Oh, hell no! Greg, they’ll call back. No way are you going to do this to me!” she wailed in disbelief. She felt like howling when he raised himself and quickly kissed her, frustration stamped on his face.

“Baby, I’m sorry. This isn’t easy for me either, look at my damn cock!” he said and she refused to look down for fear she’d jump on it and do it and him some serious damage.

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