In case you were worried about poor lovelorn Amber after last week’s excerpt, I thought I’d better assuage all concerns that her miserable, lonely lot will remain unchanged. In fact, after several failed sparks, things seem to be heating up nicely here in Chapter 10 (though you know how quickly that might change depending upon what’s thrown on the fire – kerosene or sand!) and the impossible might be within reach . . .
What was she so afraid of, that compared to the specter of his former lover, she wouldn't be enough?
No more time to angst over it as he keyed his door and guided her inside the darkened room, a switch flooding the gigantic space with painfully bright illumination, leaving no dark shadows or alcohol fog to disguise who was beside him.
Rico shed his coat and helped with hers, turning away to hang them up when he asked, "Can I get you something, a drink, something to eat that's not cake frosting?"
Amber moved quickly, before courage failed her, twining arms about his neck, whispering, "Just you," as she pulled him down to her parted lips.
Coats dropping to the lush carpet, his hands touched lightly at her waist as they kissed slowly, deeply. As indescribable pleasure zinged through her, he lifted just far enough to read the urgency in her dark eyes, murmuring gruffly, "Okay then."
He bent to take her mouth again, his clever tongue getting involved, blowing all her circuits of self-control with its aggressive play. The taste of him - bourbon with a birthday cake chaser - strong, sweet and irresistible, like him. His hands got busy, pulling loose the ends of her good silk blouse, smoothing over bare skin like a steam iron, hot yet careful not to linger anywhere long enough to burn. Too late . . . she was already on fire.
Time for things to take a turn for the better or is she just holding onto a dream? Since I’m waxing ‘80s sentimental lately, here’s the tune she’s playing, but I’m not convinced that one’s on his playlist.
. . . (Sorry, wandered off for a moment thinking of Dean Winchester in Supernatural) . . . Back to our heroine. Will she go after the dream or let it, and him, go? And even if she does, will he be content to leave? Off to Chapter 11 to see, as soon as I find out what you’ve been doing!
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