Tessa by Christine Young

Posted: April 20, 2025/By: achristay@aol.com

Tessa book eight in the Good Girl’s series

When Tessa McRae finally has everything she has ever wished for, lies rip her life apart.

Title: Tessa

Good Girls Book Eight

Author: Christine Young

Genre: Historical Romance

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Never a MacRae…

Beautiful, reserved, and unfortunately naïve the youngest MacRae, Tessa, is caught between her mother’s manipulations and the man she has fallen in love with. Now that she finally has everything she has ever wished for, lies rip her life apart. Humiliated by the revelation she is the half-sister to Jason, her husband, she flees knowing a divorce is eminent.

Always a Kenworthy…

Patience being his operative word for the year, Jason finally decides he must put an end to his torment. When Tessa responds to her mother’s request to see her, Jason realizes her protection is needed. His firm resolve to safeguard the woman he loves is thwarted when Tessa flees his protection to end up the victim of a man she despises.

EXCERPT

Jason waited with baited breath for the unveiling of Tessa. Soon her breasts would be for him to see. He’d teach her kisses on the hard crowns were more delightful than the caress of his mouth with hers. They would thrust upward with rose colored tips begging for his undivided attention. His blood raced, pounding in his ears with a desperate need to take all she was willing to give. Tension ripped through his body while he held back. Forced himself to be slow.

“Do you want me to look at you, Tessa. In a moment, your breasts will be mine to see. Yes, I’ll keep kissing you. There are many places to kiss. We’ve explored one or two. If you tell me yes, I plan on giving your breasts their fair share of consideration. I will draw you into my mouth. Bite with gentleness. Nibble then lave with my tongue. The velvet-texture of your nipples will give me great pleasure. You too. I promise. Is that what you would like?”

“I do… I want…” her hungry moan of concession both pleased as well as worried. “Jason… I don’t want you to stop.”

He didn’t want her to regret anything they did here in the gazebo beneath the moonlight. Ah hell… “No regrets.” Giving her more opportunities to tell him no was on his mind.

“Please…” she murmured, her voice a ragged line of passion in the wavering shadows.

One more nudge to the sleeves. Her freed breasts were bathed in soft light from the moon. He passed his palm across one hard bud then the other. With his touch, the pair moved with delicacy. The twin globes were fragile. They would need to be seen to with gentleness. The taste would be evocative, redolent of woman. Seeing all of her would be heaven to the hard pulsing of his sex pressed tight against his pants. One taste of her mouth brought him to the edge. Looking at her might send him past the turning point. He didn’t wish to frighten her by spilling his seed too soon.

Tessa clung to his shoulders. Her fingers tightened as if he just became her lifeline. Passion within her small frame flared to life with each new sensation. All this was new to her. When his mouth captured one taught nipple, she jerked. Cried out. Her hands tightened more. Her hips lurched up to meet his enflamed member. Tessa didn’t know what she was doing. Her body understood what she wanted, all she needed.

“Easy honey. I’m not going to hurt you. I know you don’t understand. Relax. Let me give you pleasure.” He moistened the hard crest with the hot, wet suck of his mouth. Her body arched against him. She pressed her hips against his sex. If he didn’t focus, she could have him spending himself before she was ready. If she insisted on this course, he would bury himself deep inside the sultry heat of her passage.

When he rose one more time to study her, Tessa’s eyes were closed, her lips parted. He watched the uneven breaths she was trying to inhale. Knew she was feeling the rise of her first passion. Hunger within her flared to life, hot and fast. While he understood from the past, she thought this should be left for the wedding night. Maybe he was taking his actions too far. He was still in control of himself. While his body longed for her in too many different ways to count, he wasn’t an untried youth with his first female.

KEYWORDS

Scotland, Glasgow, Romance, Historical

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