Title: MILF: Wrong Kind of Love Author: Erin Noelle Genre: Erotic Romance
Wrong Kind of Love A story of forbidden love with a side of revenge... When my husband of nearly twenty years abruptly left me for another woman, I thought my life was over. But I was wrong... Wrong for thinking I was weak, wrong for assuming I couldn't go on, wrong for believing I wouldn't love again. No matter what anyone else thinks, Wrong never felt so right.
She shuts the door and turns to face me, the pleasant expression from a few moments ago wiped away as she stands with one hand on her cocked hip. "You want to tell me what your problem is?"
"What are you talking about?" I reply coolly, knowing exactly what she's talking about.
"Earlier this afternoon. Just now. You were all but a jerk to Jonathan, who if you didn't notice is someone I kinda want to impress to get this painting thing started." She closes the distance between us and presses her fingertip in my chest, her bright blue eyes even more striking than normal as they glow with a fiery intensity. "I need this, Gray."
I'm not sure what inside me snaps, but something about the way she says the word ‘need’, combines with the passionate pleading look on her face, and suddenly, I have an overwhelming eagerness to show her exactly what she needs.
My lips slam down on hers as my hands cradle her jaw, tilting her face up to mine. Caught entirely off guard, she opens her mouth, probably to protest, but I quiet her immediately with my tongue, darting it in between her parted lips.
The sound of her purse and keys crashing to the wood floor echoes through the entryway as she raises her hands to my chest, palms splayed against my bare skin. But surprisingly, and much to my delight, instead of pushing me away, she uses my body as leverage to kiss me back.
My hands slide around behind her neck, tangling in the loose hairs that've fallen free from her twist thing, while her nails dig into my flesh, demanding more from my mouth. With urgent swipes of our tongues, our lips mold together in a claiming, lust-driven kiss neither of us can resist.
The soft whimper she elicits into my mouth as my hands fall down her back and lands just above her ass fuels me to push further. Backing her up against the front door, our mouths never losing contact, I reach up under her dress, grab ahold of her firm cheeks, and lift her up off the ground. Her legs instinctively wrap around my hips, causing her skirt to hike up around her waist, leaving the thin, lacy fabric of her panties the only barrier between her hot pussy and my lower abdomen she's pressed against.
And it's fucking on fire.
"Gray," she pants, her fingers twisting in my dark hair. "We can't—"
Her voice hitches as I boldly snake one hand around to her front and swipe my thumb lightly between her legs. At my faint touch, she arches back and squeezes her legs tightly around me, her body begging for more.
I drop my face into her neck and nuzzle the smooth skin below her ear. "We can't what?" I whisper hoarsely as I brush my fingers across her heat again, this time allowing it to linger a tiny bit longer. "Do this?" My rock-hard dick, which is barely harnessed by the thin sleep pants, is positioned perfectly under her ass, so I thrust upwards, making her gasp loudly. "Or this?"
She tugs roughly on my hair and forces my face back to hers, drawing my bottom lip between her teeth and sucking hard. My hand cups her sex, the flimsy material now soaked with her arousal, and she sucks in a ragged breath.
"Any of it," she murmurs while kissing across my jaw and shamelessly grinding down on my palm. "We can't do any of it, but I can't stop it either."
"Fuck, Mia. Me neither," I growl, dipping a finger under her panties and feeling her silky, slick skin against mine. "I need these off."
She nods without hesitation and I rip them from her body with one forceful tear, then toss them to the floor. My fingers return to her, tenderly caressing her swollen lower lips, but the smell of her excitement is too much for me to resist. I need more.
Lowering her feet to the floor, I kiss her hard before dropping to my knees, licking my lips as I take her all in. With one swipe of my tongue across her smoldering center, I realize I’m in more trouble than I initially thought. She fucking tastes even better than she smells, and I’m drowning in my desire.
The sound of a car engine pulling into the driveway forces us both to freeze in place, our eyes locked on one another as we both struggle to catch our breath. The subsequent closing of a car door and footsteps towards the front porch send us on a mad dash up the stairs and into our own rooms, just in time before the front door opens and my best friend makes his way inside.
My 4.5 Star Review
You can’t help who you fall in love with. Right or wrong, the heart wants what it wants.
After Mia’s husband leaves her for another woman after twenty years of marriage, she is shattered. After slowly picking up the pieces of her life Mia is doing what she has always wanted to do and that is paint. Her pieces are erotic and beautiful. Her son Adam who is applying for internships since he graduated college encourages her to take her anger and hurt out in the gym and that is exactly what she does and because of it, Mia is in the best shape of her life. The one thing she doesn’t expect is to find love again and she least expected to fall in love with who she does. Sometimes wrong is exactly right.
Mia is smart, beautiful and feisty. She is a wonderful mother and a great friend and I love how confident she can be but at the same time so vulnerable and completely 100% woman. Divorce is never an easy thing but her son Adam and the way he supports and protects her just melts my heart. He is a great person and was raised right.
Her sister Stella is corky and so loveable. I adore her mind and just fell in love with her humor.
Without spoiling anything… let’s just say I wouldn’t mind having what she ends up with. *Sighs* He is such a panty melter, sweet and protective. I love his alpha male side.
It is a story about finding yourself, believing in yourself and accepting what life has to offer. It is hard having to start over again because the only thing you knew, you learned when you were sixteen. Starting fresh is a blessing and a curse, a blessing because you can do and be what you want and NOTHING is holding you back and a curse because your security is shattered and your future is uncertain. That is what is wonderful about life, its unpredictable just like love.
Erin Noelle’s stories and character keep getting better and better. Aside from Surviving Us, this is by far one of my favorites from this author. She hit this one out of the ball park.
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