We’ve all heard the expression “three’s a crowd.” But in Three of Hearts: Erotic Romance for Women, two plus one equals three times the excitement, emotion, and romance. Whispers of love now have an audience, the thrill of sex is heightened by the voyeur—even the question of who to kiss, first, brings forth potent sensuality. Editor Kristina Wright, described by The Romance Reader as “a budding force to be reckoned with,” has compiled a collection that uses the power of three to inspire all this and more in the erotic and romantic fantasies of women.
Extract from – “Old Habits” by Mina Murray
I leaned down to press my lips to his, sucking his tongue into my mouth. His moan vibrated low in my body. I undulated to drive him deeper, slammed my palms down on his shoulders. Leverage.
“So good,” I crooned.
Luke let me set the pace. But that didn’t stop him grabbing my ass with those big hands of his and thrusting up to meet me. His fingers soon strayed across my flesh, between my buttocks, finding the tightness of my asshole.
There was a question in his eyes.
I bit my lip and nodded.
When he pushed his finger inside me, I swear that I saw stars. That forbidden friction, the way his cock stroked over my G-spot, the way the root of him brushed against my clit, set off sparklers throughout my body.
“Come with me, babe,” Luke urged.
And I did. I cried out my pleasure into the silent night, wondering the whole time I was coming if Alyx could hear me, down the hall.
We spooned for a while, until Luke fell asleep. My body was sated, and I knew I was physically tired enough, but I just couldn’t drift off the way I usually did. I lay there for a half hour, before I figured a shower might help.
When I got out of the bathroom, the door across the hall opened, and Alyx ducked her head out.
I stared at her coldly.
“Eve, can I talk to you for a minute?”
“I’m tired. Whatever you have to say to me can wait until morning.”
The door opened a bit wider.
“It’s just…I just wanted to apologize.”
“Then you can do it in the morning.”
Footsteps followed me, all the way to my bedroom door.
I turned with a sigh and was surprised by what I saw. Alyx looked contrite. Genuinely contrite. Not at all the crocodile-tears expression she used to wear when trying to talk herself out of a jam.
“I should never have come here. I was an idiot to think that things could be different. Not after everything that happened, not after…” She shook her head.
But I wasn’t letting her off that easy.
“Not after I caught you, you mean? Fucking my boyfriend, in my bed?”
She nodded, miserable.
“Do you have any idea how much you hurt me? How long it took me to get over that? You were my best friend. I loved you.”
“Not the way I loved you.” She lifted her eyes to mine. “It was never about the guys, Eve. It was always about you. I wanted it to be just us, just you and me. I wanted to prove that none of those guys deserved you. But then I didn’t deserve you either. I just didn’t see it at the time.”
She took in a shaky breath.
“So I wanted to say sorry, for then and especially for tonight. I insulted your hospitality, I offended your boyfriend and I acted like a fool.”
I wasn’t sure what to say to her. Everyone has those imaginary conversations in her head, where she rehashes old conflicts, tries to work through them. But I never imagined ours going like this, with me barefoot and in a bathrobe, hair dripping wet, my boyfriend snoring in the room behind me.
“I’ll be gone in the morning, don’t worry,” Alyx said. “I just wanted to say good-bye first.”
I could think of a hundred good reasons for why what I was about to do was a terrible idea. But when I kissed her, swallowing her sound of surprise, none of them seemed to matter. Nothing mattered except the lushness of her body, pressed up against me, and the way her perfume filled my senses. Nothing mattered except the way she kissed me back, desperate and fierce and tender. She was crying, I could tell. Or maybe that was me.
After a few intense moments, my head was spinning, and I had to break the kiss. I took her face in my hands and leaned in close.
“You’re not going anywhere,” I said. “Understand?”
“Can I…can I kiss you again?” she asked, as if she had to, as if she didn’t know what rights she had over my body.
Her fingers traced the column of my neck. I guess I should have been more specific when I granted her request, because she slipped the robe off my shoulder, baring one breast, and pressed a wet kiss to my nipple.
She may as well have kissed my clit, the effect was so electrifying.
“Oh god,” I murmured, as she drew the tight peak into her mouth and bit gently.
Her hand found the cord of my robe and tugged it loose. The satiny garment practically fell off me then, leaving me naked in front of her.
I wasn’t normally like this, so passive, so acquiescent. But I didn’t resist when she placed her small hand flat against my breastbone and pushed me into the bedroom.
“I’ve missed the way you come under my tongue,” she whispered.
I don’t know how she could see so well in the dark, but she managed to get us into the room without any noise, and without me tripping over something. An impressive feat, considering I was lust-dazed, walking backward, and clumsy at the best of times.
She moved me to the foot of the bed and gently pushed me onto my back. My head was cushioned on the mattress, my body on the blanket box, my legs draped over her shoulders.
And then she put her mouth on me, and I almost wept. I had forgotten what it was like to be with a woman, but Alyx reminded me with her slim fingers, her soft skin, her long hair brushing silkily along the inside of my thighs. It was hard not to whimper when she tongued my bud delicately; harder still to bite back the moan when she captured it between her lips and sucked.
That Luke was sleeping not two feet away from me only made me more aroused. I shut my eyes as Alyx flattened her tongue and swept it over me. It felt like she was everywhere at once…
Available March 17, 2015