HERO: Nick. A survivalist. Decides he wants a woman and barters for Ros.

HEROINE: Ros. A former school teacher who finds herself held captive by Nick as he slowly tries to get to her to succomb to his wily ways.

Skin by Kylie Scott takes place in a post apocalyptic world where governments have collapsed and life as we know it is gone. It’s every man for himself. The scene below takes place late in the book because what Nick wants and what he gets are two VERY different things and it takes some changing on both their parts to make this relationship work out.

His mouth opened, so she stuffed hers full of his cock and sucked. No more excuses. No more talking. He tasted wonderful and felt even better, with silken smooth, salty-tasting skin over such solid flesh. Creamy pre-cum trickled onto her tongue. His hands cradled her head and fingers sunk into her hair. Nothing mattered but her hunger for him.

“Shit,” he muttered. “Sweetheart.”

She took him deeper then pulled back, drawing on him fiercely. The encouraging hands in her hair calmed her down some, signalling his capitulation to her. She massaged his sweet spot with the tip of her tongue and he groaned, stomach muscles clenching.

“You win,” he said.

Which was really all she needed.

His cock slipped from her mouth with a wet pop and she crawled up his body, covering him with kisses as she went, from those hot muscles that delineated his hips to his neat belly button, his pecs and the flat discs of his nipples. The crook of his neck smelled divine; she could kiss and lick him there all night.

Amongst other things.

“What were you thinking?” she asked, tickling the rim of his right ear with her tongue.

“I don’t have a fucking clue.”

The heat of his cock filled her hand and she fit him to the wet lips of her sex. Slowly, gently she took him inside. He seemed to need gentle now. Giving in didn’t really suit him.The worried expression gave way to ecstasy as she worked herself onto him. His lips parted and teeth clenched.

“Are you wet enough?” he asked and she nodded.

Wet and determined. The push of him into her pussy felt wonderful. Hard and fast was fun, too, but they’d been a bit out-of-control crazy last time. This time she could savor the experience, the feel of him stretching her, filling her until finally her body rested against his pelvis. In this position, every time she rocked back against him her clit rubbed against his body in the best way. Pressure could be the most amazing thing.

“Oh, that’s nice,” she murmured.

She kissed the side of his face and the bristle of his short beard. Talk about an intriguing sensation. Having him go down on her sometime hit the top of her to-do list. Capable hands smoothed over her sides and slid around to cup her breasts. He teased her nipples, rolling them between his fingers—and damn, sensation shot straight through her spine. Her inner muscles grabbed at him and they both moaned. But she kept the pace lazy, indolent. A struggle, but well worth it. Fucking him like this had to be the most pleasant indulgence ever, shitty motel room and end of the world be damned.

“Does it feel like we’re in a relationship now?”

He chuckled. “Yes. It does.”

“Good. It does for me too.”

I really enjoyed this book and found the humor balances the seriousness of the overall storyline. I am looking forward to more from Ms. Scott in the future.

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