Here’s a snippet:
Josh was in heaven. He loved this part – the discovery, the flirting, the teasing. He kissed her long and wet – slow and deep – fast and furious, their tongues twisting, mating. He heard a desperate growling sound and realized it was coming from his own throat. Breaking the kiss, he skimmed his lips from her mouth to her neck, licking and nipping on the silky skin near the spot where her pulse fluttered with excitement. “Josh?” Emma whimpered, inhaling raggedly, her body pressing against his in a primal request. “Oh yea,” he groaned. “I think you’re ready for more.” He pulled on the tiny string holding her dress on one shoulder, then tugged on that intriguing curtain of lace, pulling it down past a pair of plump breasts barely contained with a sexy bra – mounds of creamy white flesh dusted with freckles. “Pretty, very pretty. Stand up and turn around.” Emma did so and Josh pulled the zipper down, allowing the dress to drop and pool at her feet. The only underwear she wore was a barely-there scrap of silk – white bikinis with a picture of a cowboy’s lasso on her heart-shaped rear. He smiled, then gently turned her so he could see the front. “So Many Cowboys, So Little Rope? Damn sexy. A woman after my own heart, love the saying.” “Are they pretty? Avery gave them to me.” “They’re better than pretty, they’re hot as hell.” He skimmed one finger beneath the top and drew it out, popping the elastic, making her shiver. “Avery has good taste in lingerie. But, honey, you fill them to absolute perfection.” You have a good week – be safe – and I’ll keep writing.
P. S. They caught the rock thrower who'd terrorized drivers on I-35. we wrote a fictionalized version of this in THE KEY TO MICAH'S HEART.
Ryan and I wrote a fictionalized version of this,in THE KEY TO MICAH'S HEART. We caught the guy too, pretended it was Madison's stepfather. Well, the real guy was a middle-aged, white, chubby tow truck driver. Seems he was throwing the rocks from overpasses, oncoming traffic, from behind pillars - lots of places, then riding up to the parked cars of the people he'd almost just killed, offering them help. Makes you wonder about folks, doesn't it.