TBT: Infatuated - Melissa Schroeder

TBT: Infatuated

I just put the print back in circulation so it will take a few days to filter out everywhere. It is available on Amazon and Createspace right now.




As Kade watched Shannon step back, he tried to calm his heart. It was smacking against his chest so hard he was sure she heard it. Lust hummed through his body. He was afraid if he didn’t control himself, he would completely lose it, strip her naked, and ride her like she was a mare in heat.

“Kade?” she asked.

He shook himself out of the stupor as he stepped over the threshold and shut the door behind himself. He flipped the deadbolt and took her in his arms. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he realized he was rushing, but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t be that controlled when he kissed her. He had waited too long to touch, to taste. She didn’t hesitate, but came willingly into his arms and pressed herself against him. Lord. His eyes almost crossed at the feel of all that softness against him. Her nipples were hard.

He kissed her then, taking her lips in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. She was better than he dreamed. As he dove into her mouth, she hummed against his tongue. Every hormone in his body screamed, begging for relief, but there was one thing he knew. He might never get to do this again, and if so, he would make sure this would last him a lifetime.

He kissed a path down her neck, enjoying the taste of her flesh. God, she was so sweet. She arched into him, and he swore. He almost came then and there. No woman had ever gotten to him like this. He pulled away.

“Turn around.”

His voice was rough, and he saw that her eyes widened slightly. When she did as he ordered, she did it slowly, her hips swaying as she turned. The woman was going to drive him insane. There was no doubt about it. His hands were shaking when he lifted them to unzip the dress. He was careful not to jerk the delicate fabric, but it was hard. As the fabric spilt, it revealed a black lace corset, stockings, and mother help him, a thong.

She was definitely going to kill him. Blood rushed to his groin, and his head started to spin again. The dress fell away and pooled on the floor at her feet. When she turned around, his eyes almost crossed.

The corset was tight, pushing her generous breasts up to the edge and almost over the top. The stockings were attached by garters. As he allowed his gaze to drift down, he had to sigh. She was made for him. There was no doubt in his mind. He didn’t like thin women, disdained them. He liked a handful of a woman. One who knew her worth and who had more curves than he could explore in a lifetime.


He could barely hear her voice. He lifted his hand and skimmed the tips of his fingers over the delicate flesh above the lace. She shivered then moaned as he slipped his digit between her breasts.


He looked up at her and the frown she was giving him. “Don’t say no now.”

She smiled at that. “Not on your life, it’s just that…you have a lot of clothes on. I’m almost naked.”

He didn’t do anything. He couldn’t. He was still trying to come to terms with the fact that the woman he had lusted after for so long was standing in front of him in a corset.

He swore then that he was positive there was a God.

Apparently, she got sick of waiting. Shannon stepped forward and took hold of his shirt.

“Arms up, Seal.”

He did as ordered, unable to fight the smile curving his lips. He knew it would be like this. Softness, tenderness, fun, and love. She tossed the shirt behind her and immediately had her hands on his chest.

“Lord, you Seals know how to build some muscles.”

The wonder in her voice shot straight to his dick. She splayed her hands over his pecs and smoothed them over his flesh. He was sure she could feel the way his heart pounded against his chest.

“I like that you aren’t all waxed.”

He snorted. “No military man would do so, babe.”

Her gaze flashed up to his. “Yeah? I bet there are a few.”

“Let me rephrase that. No self-respecting Seal would wax.”

“Ah,” she said and nodded as she slipped her hands up over his shoulders. The lace of her corset scratched against his skin, and he was amazed he didn’t lose consciousness. There was so much he wanted to do to her, with her. But he couldn’t go into full Dom mode, not with Shannon. Tonight was more about sharing, caring, and living in the moment.

He bent his head and kissed her. This time he wasn’t so out of control. Slowly he tasted her, nipping at her lips, then finally he delved into her mouth. He walked her back to the bed until her legs hit it. He pulled back and pushed her a little. She took the hint and fell on the bed, a laugh bubbling up from within her. That joy was something he would remember for the rest of his life. He didn’t doubt it.

She was laying on the bed, her hair tousled around her head now, and that sexy smile inviting him to join her. He did then, undoing her corset and garters. He slipped the lace from her body, but he didn’t remove the stockings. Next he worked the tiny thong down her legs. It was wet with her arousal, the musky scent of it sending his libido to new heights. He kissed the flesh just above the band of the stocking, then the other leg. He worked his way up to her sex. She was hot, and damn, so wet.

Need crawled through him, urging him to take, to plunder. He couldn’t control himself, couldn’t wait. He had to have a taste of her. He set his mouth against her pussy and leisurely licked her. She shivered and moaned against him.

He savored her, slipping his tongue inside of her and allowing the flavor of her to dance over his taste buds. God, every little bit of her was exquisite, inside and out. Adding a finger, he enjoyed the way her muscles clamped down on it as he worked in and out of her. He could just imagine sliding inside, having those inner pussy walls tugging on his cock. He sighed against her as he slipped his tongue up and over her clit.

She shivered, moving against him. He sensed her approaching orgasm and pulled away.

She moaned in irritation and gave him a dirty look. He laughed and worked his way up her torso, kissing and licking her sweet skin. When he reached her breasts, he took one hardened nipple into his mouth and sucked—hard. She moaned again, slipping her hands into his hair as he slid his other hand to her breast and teased the nipple.

Little by little, she was killing him. Pleasure took hold of his body, of his mind. At this point, he wasn’t sure how much longer he would last. He was a man who loved foreplay. He thought with Shannon he would take hours. He had dreamed of it for years, planned it. Then when she was so out of her mind she was begging for relief, he would take her.


Categories: Military Throwback Thursday