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Title: Hold Me Down
Author: Sara Taylor Woods
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Hold Me Down:Talia Benson has always been independent, unafraid to go after what she wants, regardless of setback, injury, or failure. But between her father’s conditional tuition payments and her mother’s nagging concern over her emotional state, Talia’s suffocating. So when Talia meets doctoral student Sean Poole, she can’t figure out why she wants him to control her. Why she wants him to boss her around. Why she wants him to hurt her. Talia learns the hard way that not all control is created equal, and sometimes submitting is the most empowering thing in the world.
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It was almost midnight when he drove us back to my dorm. He parked on the street and we both got out. I made no move to walk away.
He said, “I had a really nice time tonight. Thanks for not avoiding me.”
I rolled my eyes and pushed at his shoulder. Any excuse to touch him. “I wasn’t avoiding you.”
He caught my hand. “Good.” He stepped toward me, and I instinctively took a step back. He made a sound low in his throat, like I’d challenged him, like I’d shown him my belly, and wrapped one hand around the back of my neck. Every nerve in my body lit up, firing like cannons. My lungs forgot how to function. He backed me against his car, his long body against mine, and he kissed me.
The world shattered around us. Nothing but the heat of his body, the press of his lips, the brush of his beard. I wanted to melt into him, wanted to open up and let him take what he wanted, from the inside out. He squeezed the back of my neck and I opened my mouth for him like I didn’t have a choice.
I didn’t want to have a choice.
His other hand ran down my arm, pressing my wrist against the car. I let him pin me there, too scared, too excited, too turned on to move. To even breathe. There was too much of him, filling my senses, penning me in, holding me down. I never imagined this. For all the scenarios I’d concocted in my head—and I’d concocted a lot—I’d never once imagined it could feel like this.
His teeth scraped over my bottom lip. He twisted his fingers in my hair and pulled my head farther back, presenting my neck to him. I watched the stars, the wind in the trees, thanking God for this. Literally thanking God for this man leaning into me, his erection hot against my hip, his breath hot against my throat.
But then Sean backed away from me like I’d burned him, letting go of me, untangling his fingers from my hair. He retreated a few steps and ran a hand over his mouth.
“Why do you keep doing that?” I wanted him pressed against me. I wanted his hand on the back of my neck. I wanted to see if both wrists could fit in the wide stretch of his fingers.
“This,” I said, waving a hand at him. “This thing where you do or say something, and then totally lose your cool about it.”
“I don’t lose my cool.”
I folded my arms, eyebrows lifted.
He studied me. “I like you.”
“Look, I’m not asking you—”
“I’m trying to explain myself, Talia.”
I rolled my eyes, settling back against his car.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “am I keeping you?” His words, his voice, had that same sharp edge they did when he told me not to hide from him. The kind of edge that made me want to end my sentences with sir.
But I swallowed, forced my voice into some semblance of steadiness. “No.” And I kept the sir to myself. I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.
Sara Taylor Woods writes sophisticated erotic romance and dark urban fantasy. Her stories have been included in romance, erotica, and horror anthologies. When she’s not writing, she’s wrangling her two bouncing dogs, mainlining coffee, or working out. She lives in South Carolina with her husband. She’s represented by Lana Popović of Chalberg & Sussman.