Blogiversary Exclusive! First Ever Deleted Scene from MINE by Katy Evans

Are YOU all ready for RIPTIIIIIIDE?!?

Katy Evans has graciously gifted us some LOVE from Remy and Brooke as she gave us the first ever deleted scene from MINE.

OMG! OMG! OMG! Remy is almost back! Can you tell how freakin’excited I am for NOV5?!?!

Okay, I’m blabbering too much. Now here’s the REAL stuff! *wink*

*warning*
Sexy hot as fcuk. Be ready to miss Riptide MORE! That is all.

It’s dark and I’m snuggled into something hard, my face buried in the nook of a warm, thick, delicious neck.

Moonlight steals through the hotel room window, and it feels like all those cool rays want to caress is the flesh of the large form besides mine. The perfectly muscular form I have been sleeping with for the past sixty-three days. My insides warm, and when I run my gaze down the length of his large, ripped body, I want to bury myself against him for the next decade until I don’t know where he begins…and I end. He. He who occupies my every thought, embodies my every desire. The man I live with, love with, laugh with, run with, train with.

He’s been called many things in twenty-six years, this man. Crazy. Dangerous. Hot. He’s been called sexy, bastard, asshole, beast, a combination of them all. Mercurial. Rogue. Rich. Cocky. But nobody had ever called him their love.

Until I did.

He lies naked in my bed, Remington Tate. “Riptide.” Two hundred plus pounds of pure lean muscle, manly tan, and raw animal appeal. His assistant, Pete, and his coach’s second, Riley, have been letting us sleep until ten on off season, but it still doesn’t seem like I can ever spend enough time with him.

The new Underground season begins tomorrow, and I will sorely miss having him all to myself. His training hours will hike up. His fights will be lined up to several a week. All this might not be a problem if he hadn’t completely spoiled me during the fall. Where there were no women screaming his name, begging him to fuck them. Where there was nothing but us. Me and my real.

I feel that ache inside me grow, coupled with those butterflies that appear every time I wake up next to him.

“Remington,” I whisper, running my hand up the muscled curve of his back. He’s prostate face down, one arm slung around my waist, heavy like lead, the other over his pillow, where his face is buried. I lift the arm around me and bring his fingers to my lips. “Remy,” I try again in a whisper, kissing his recently bruised knuckles.

His breathing is slow and even, and he doesn’t stir. The clock keeps advancing on the nightstand, every minute approaching the time Riley will knock on our door. Restless, I tug the sheet down his narrow hips, down his perfect buttocks, and toss it to his ankles by the end of the bed.

His breathing halts, then he shifts his head sideways with a grunt as he palpates my body and grabs my hipbone to drag me closer.

“Come here,” he murmurs, pulling me into him. He spoons me, engulfing me in his arms as he starts to nuzzle my neck. His teeth catch a piece of my skin and his tongue steals out to taste me. Need rushes through me, and I close my eyes, absorbing the feel of his arms around me, his lips nibbling me.

He’s so big, he makes me feel small and precious.

I love that he’s always up for sex. Sometimes even more than I can handle, and I end up hearing him taking a shower in the middle of the night. But he loves it when I’m this wet and eager, so I take his hand and slide it down my abdomen. He instantly delves his finger at the apex of my thighs—and then into me. His groan, thick with approval and lust and warm against the back of my ear, races through me.

His thumb makes a pass over my clit at the same time he moves his long finger in the way that makes me catch my breath in red-hot pleasure. He grazes his teeth along the shell of my ear, lightly biting as he tenderly murmurs, “You’re so ready.”

I toss my head back against his shoulder with a moan, twisting in search of his mouth. “Remington…”

“Turn around to me,” he says, his voice rumbling from deep in his chest.

I turn in his arms, and our eyes meet in the shadows. Love races through me at the sight of his drop-dead gorgeous face and the soft, tender smile he wears. His eyes, those electric blue eyes that make me breathless, are full of heat as he slips his finger back inside me and watches. His gaze is so liquid, it melts me even farther.

Twining my arms around his neck, I rock my hips to his touch, opening my lips under his delicious mouth. I need him so much. I need him to make love to me before we need to leave this bed and I have to spend ten hours of the day wanting him. I’ve been back for two months, and I still can’t get enough. I crave him like air, water.

His thumb enters me. I gasp and bite his shoulder, my sex clenching desperately around him.

Sensing my urgency, or maybe seeing I couldn’t possibly get any wetter, he rolls me under him and curls my leg around his hips, then he enters me. I gasp and claw my nails down his chest, shattered with sensations. “Ohhh,” I moan.

His eyes glow on my face. We say nothing else, but quiet grunts and moans in the dark, the mattress squeaking with his rocking motions. I’m so soaked I hear the slippery sound of him moving in me, big and hard and so penetrating, I feel him up to my heart.

He kisses my mouth, gently but fiercely, then he ducks to suck my breast, grabbing it up higher to his mouth, taking possession of it like it belongs to him. Licking, nipping, sucking, kissing. He whispers against my nipple, beautiful…perfect…mine…, and I burst open in an explosion of colors, hearing my name in a deep moan against my flesh as he comes.

When I fall limp under him, he props up on his elbows to spare me his weight, our chests heaving in rhythm. His eyes are dark and liquid in the moonlight, and as he brushes my hair back, my chest floods with heat.

I swear that I will never, ever, get used to the way he looks at me. He adores me with those blue eyes, up close and from afar.

I stare back at his beautiful face, his perfect jaw, the perfect curve of his smiling lips, smiling a dopey smile back at him. It’s not about sex with him. It’s about that other emotion I’m feeling for the first time in my life—and so is he.
I cup his scruffy jaw, run my fingers through his hair.

Tilting his head, he lands a dry kiss at the center of my palm, then buries his face in my neck and inhales contentedly. Easing his weight back down on me, his arms slide under my body, around my waist, and he shifts me so he doesn’t crush me, both of us struggling to calm down our breaths.

I wrap my arms around his waist and tuck my face into his neck, sighing.
I miss home sometimes. My family. I miss my best friend Melanie. But it will never compare to the way I missed him when I left. I can’t imagine ever leaving again.
Tomorrow I need to share my guy with the world, but right now, he’s mine, and as we drift off to sleep, he adjusts me against his body …letting me know I’m his.

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*whew* I just needed a few minute to fan myself….

Wow! This scene just made me miss Riptide all over again. Thankfully, not too long now. A few more weeks and he’s back in the game!;)

Thank you so much to Katy Evans for sharing this to us. You can always stalk the lady, you know that right?

Check her out on her Website, her FB Page and follow her on Twitter (@authorkatyevans).

Watch out for an awesome giveaway later.

x gel

7 thoughts on “Blogiversary Exclusive! First Ever Deleted Scene from MINE by Katy Evans

  1. Mary Mooney says:

    OMG, can’t wait!

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  2. Suzy Wilhare says:

    OMG!!!!! Awesome! Cannot wait for Mine!

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  3. msdebms says:

    Wow! My heart is kind of racing right now!

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  4. tracy says:

    Holy Guacamole!!

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  5. marijee4 says:

    “Love races through me…” Hot, sexy and romantic!

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  6. Artemis says:

    Oh Remy. LOVED IT!!! I can’t wait to read it.

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  7. misshalim says:

    Eeps!!! >.< Can't wait for more Remy!

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