Hot To The Touch: Rock Me Baby

By Samara King

A masked lover....

A year ago, Club Reign owner, Belinda Gilles threw the first Grown & Sexy Masquerade Ball without a hitch that was until she encountered a masked man whose touch made her forget about her past. Did she dare to believe that her masked lover would show his face again?

What lies beneath...

Jordan Harris had been in love with Bell longer than his deceased best friend, Nate had been. His desire for her failed to be quenched. This year, he's determined to make her his, even if it means opening old wounds she'd vowed to never forgive him for.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Samara King Books
• Release date: May 11, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386541110

Samara King

Samara King is the author of over twenty published novels, novellas, short stories and as well as poetry. Since her days of sneaking romance novels to the back of the library in grade school; romance fiction has been a consistent staple in Samara's world; soon after, the desire to write her own tales unfolded. Currently, she is hard at work on her next project. Readers may visit : http://www.samaraking.com

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Chapter One

IF THERE WAS ONE THING a woman always remembered about a man, it was the way his hands felt against her skin. Well, depending on the right man! Belinda Gilles turned to the left, right and then returned center mast to stare at her reflection in the full length mirror. There was nothing sane about wanting a man she didn’t even know his name. Yet, her fingers had touched every inch of his body. A forbidden night - one year ago!

The cranberry hued dress clung to every curve of her size fourteen body. She was not the type to hold out for the unexpected; hoping for something was nearly impossible to occur just brought a lot of heartache. Her past had taught her that. Being in love with two men had been one of the hardest things she'd done. One was buried underneath eight feet of earth and the other, helped it happen.

Belinda shook her head. She didn’t want to think about Nate or Jordan.  She’d come a long way from her days in Leimert Park. Memories of hot summers, lowriding and the two men that had captured her heart at a time she’d needed love most.

No. Not tonight. Tonight she wanted to relish on her success. Club Reign was one of the most exclusive clubs in L.A. Stars and celebrities visited from all over the country. And she had been doubly rewarded for her success as the club had blossomed into the spot. Her spot. She smiled. You go, girl.

She knew what others thought of her, that she was a gold digger for marrying Brandon Forde when he was fifty-nine years of age and she was a mere twenty-three. Brandon had been good to her. He'd loved her and in her own way she'd loved him. He'd never expected more out of her than she could allow.  His death had been a blow to her and at times she found herself missing him with a ferocious need for his confidence. He'd been more of a mentor than her husband. She'd never stepped out on her marriage, had taken their vows seriously. Despite what the society set thought, she'd been Mrs. Brandon Forde in every way that counted in the short ten years they'd been married before he'd died of a heart attack.

Belinda maneuvered her head through the twisted knot of her hair, the dangling crystal earrings glittered against the light of her bathroom spotlights. She was ready for this evening; the anticipation was thick as it'd been last year. She loved a good party and she loved that fact that people knew who was throwing it.

She'd put so much of herself into Club Reign, having little of a social life outstand of the organizations and associations she donated too. For all intents and purposes she was the window of Brandon Forde. No one would us suspect that she was highly in need of being fucked, but not by just any man. Him. She didn't want anyone else. And this time she planned on concreting the deed and making her mystery man aware of how she felt.

Her fingers trailed down the side of her neck, her eyes fluttered close as she remembered his lips, soft and so giving and commanding at other times. His hands had branded her his. She felt it within every part of her body. The throb between her legs made her densely aware that it'd been exactly a year since she'd been touched, desired sexually.

She'd gotten repeated offers from others to be her lover. But she wanted only one thing, another night, followed by another with this man. She'd found herself daydreaming about him, counting down the days as she and her staff had planned for the second Grown and Sexy Masquerade ball.

She'd been found smiling and only to a wave it off as happiness about the plans for the ball. If only they knew. Her mind was filled with a heart pounding need to feel him inside her again, stretching her, filling her with the need to be consumed.

She could never remember feeling that way in her life. Her body had melded into his without regret and explanation. She was not that type of woman who hoped, but she hoped for him, all of him tonight. 

Last year....

Dance with me.

This wasn’t the first time Belinda Gilles, owner of Reign, one of the most exclusive clubs in L.A. had heard those words. Normally, she would shake her head no and keep on her path. She was a businesswoman, first and foremost. She didn’t have the time to fraternize with patrons of her club.  Since planning the first annual Grown & Sexy Masquerade Ball, she’d found little time to herself.

She had to concede that so far, albeit, one mishap, the night was turning out to be a success and let her feel the satisfaction of months of hard work and preparation to make Reign an even greater success.  Her success. The little dirt poor girl she’d once been would never surrender again to poverty.

You do know how to dance, don’t you?

Belinda turned her head in the direction of the man’s smooth voice as it pulled her out of the deep introspection. There was something about his tone that resonated something within her.  She tried her best to be personable, despite the iciness the general public labeled her with the title The Black Ice Queen.  A gold-digger whom married for money.

She didn’t give a damn what the public thought, everything that she was today was due to her diligence to overcome her past.

And look how far you’ve come!

Joy radiated under the scalloped lace mask she wore. Her brown eyes met the hazel gaze of the stranger. His platinum eye mask matched the stunning designer suit he wore. Broad shoulders, six-three, and dimples.  His eyes penetrated into hers, holding her captive, a feat she’d let no man attempt since her husband had died almost two-years ago.

Who’s asking? Intrigued, Belle let her gaze wonder over him, more than liking those big hands and the striking presence he presented before her eyes.

Let's just say a man who's been watching you all night.

Normally she would say no thanks and move on. But there was something so seductive about his voice. She was rooted in her spot. She smiled. I hope you liked what you saw.

I did.

Lord, she was flirting. She couldn't remember the last time she'd done that. The last