Have another snippet from His Damsel In Distress, which is coming out tomorrow! This is one of my favorite excerpts – see if you can figure out why 🙂
He glanced at his watch and winced. “I would love to stay longer, but I still need to get down to Denver. Is there anything you need before I leave?” The way his eyes looked into hers and the solemn expression on his face, she knew he was completely serious and that robbed what would normally be a flippant reply.
“I’m fine. In fact, I think I’m going to go take a nap. After I call Jonathon, anyway.” She hoped her car wasn’t hurt too bad, though right at the moment she wasn’t sure she wanted to get behind the wheel of one again.
“All right.” He stood and took his mug into her kitchen, taking the time to rinse it out before putting it in the sink. By the time he walked back, she was at the door waiting for him. “Thanks for the chocolate,” he said with a warm smile.
“Thanks for saving me once again.” She just wanted to make him laugh, but the words came out breathier than she had intended. Added to the fact her eyes drifted to his lips, she assumed she was sending out all sorts of signals as his arms wrapped around her and he ducked his head, his warm lips pressing against hers. Oh, his lips were soft and they tasted of hot chocolate. Moaning softly against him, she molded her frame to his and kissed him back as her arms reached up and around his neck. When he squeezed her tighter, she took the chance to sink her fingers into his luscious hair. It was thick and soft and as she tugged on a lock of it, he let out a grunt she wanted to hear again.
Her lungs cried for oxygen. He must have had the same problem as he finally pulled away enough to give them a little air to breathe. “I’m not looking for a relationship,” he said in between panting breaths as he leaned his forehead against hers. “But I do want more than friendship.” His hands slid down her back, squeezing her buttocks lightly. “Think about that and let me know how you feel tomorrow night.” Leaning in again, he nipped her lower lip lightly, making her grasp on to him. “Damn, but you’re a beautiful woman.”
“I’m fat!” she exclaimed, not wanting him to lie just to get laid.
Crying out as his hand landed firmly on her ass, she looked up into his eyes in surprise. “Don’t ever put yourself down, Zinnia. You’re a beautiful, amazing woman. One I haven’t been able to get off my mind. Do you have curves? Yes! And thank god. I’m so fucking tired of women whose bones jab into a man to where it feels like having sex with a corpse. Fucking you would be a little bit of heaven.”
Her mouth dropped open and she stared at him, unable to speak. Patting her rump one final time, he pulled back. “I’ll be here to pick you up at six.” She managed to nod before he moved around her, opened the door, and left. As the door closed behind him, she reached back and rubbed her rump. It didn’t hurt – he hadn’t hit her very hard – but the residual tingle made her grin. He liked her curves. And he wanted what she did. No relationship, no ties. Just fun and sex. And with a man like him, the sex had to be great.
Grinning madly, she trotted back to the living room to pick up her mug. This day had just gotten a lot better.
Now go on and check out the other WIP It Up posts. You know you wanna! 🙂