For the A-to-Z April Blogging Challenge, I’m writing a story, aiming for 1000 words a day (every day except Sundays). Continuing today with the next part of the story about the character Codie Snow.
If you’re new to this series of posts, you might want to start here:
Codie allowed herself to enjoy the kiss with everything in her. She hadn’t realized till just that moment that she’d been tense. Maybe the evening’s events had stressed her out more than she realized.
Maybe she should give up the fool notion of being in law enforcement.
For now, though, that thought floated away as Pete’s tongue lightly brushed her bottom lip, teasing her senses. Part of her thought she should pull away, because this was blurring the professional barrier, but the selfish part of her—the part of her that had been increasingly turned on by this old flame throughout the night—wanted to instead hold him close.
It was then that she noticed the fingers of her left hand had wrapped around his shirt—the uniform he wore for work, a starchy-feeling, thick cotton thing that she desperately wanted to yank off him.
But she didn’t know his intentions. It was then that she loosened the grip of both hands but she still allowed herself to relish the taste of his lips and tongue on hers. And there was no way in hell she could control the pounding of her heart in her chest, any more than she could control the way her blood pressure was spiking in response to this guy.
She drew his tongue in her mouth for a deeper kiss, all while realizing she needed to call a halt to this action right now. She knew she would now have a hell of a time riding in his cruiser, thinking about him in not-so-nice-girl ways.
Yeah. Really naughty thoughts.
Oh, hell. They had to stop. Right. This. Second.
When the kiss ended, she slid her right hand from his neck to his chest and gently pushed against him. Their lips broke off from each other and she said, “Pete, maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”
She let out a small breath, unable to stifle her own smile. “I liked it too much.”
“There’s no such thing. Come here.” His hands that had been around her waist pulled her close once more and he laid his lips on hers again. This time, though, he allowed his fingers to drift down as his hands slowly cupped her ass and pushed her more into him. Her eyes closed and she let herself enjoy the kiss again. When he stopped, he let her go slowly, teasing her once more, and he took a small step back.
It was weird. Even though there was now a gap between their bodies, she could still feel his warmth.
And those stupid sweatpants. She could feel them trying to fall off her slender hips again. She grabbed them with one hand and caught her breath, trying to solidify her thoughts. Before she could speak, though, Pete said, “Okay. Lunch, I guess, and then back to work.”
Codie blinked. “So that’s it?”
Another captivating grin. “What do you mean?”
She could feel her eyes grow wide. “You get me all hot and bothered and then that’s it. Back to work?”
It was almost imperceptible, but she could see how he cocked his head slightly. Hmm. She knew he was confident to the point of being cocky, but was he signaling that he couldn’t read her? How was that possible? This guy—a cop, trained to read people—was having a hard time sensing her emotions?
If she’d been wearing panties, they’d have been soaked, for heaven’s sake. How could he not know?
“That’s what you’re here for, right? And you said it wasn’t a good idea.”
She pursed her lips to stifle a smile and then said, “Jesus, Pete. It doesn’t matter what I said.” She swallowed. “It might not be a good idea, but…yeah. I want you.”
Immediately, Codie wondered if she’d stepped out of bounds. Pete might not have been able to read her, and it went both ways. She’d thought maybe he was feeling the same way she’d been—that they were old lovers and the embers still glowed down deep, and now that they were older and maybe wiser, why not see if the chemistry was still there? Aside from the awkwardness they’d experienced early on as kids—when she gave him her virginity and then as they began exploring their budding sexuality—their bodies had been compatible, even when their minds hadn’t.
Now, though, she wasn’t so sure. She could see in Pete’s eyes some kind of struggle. Yeah, she’d definitely misread the situation. Shit. Talk about awkward. And there was no graceful way to correct any of that. All she could do would be to apologize and then ask him to take her home.
While she was trying to formulate just how to say all that, Pete pulled her close again. Okay, so she hadn’t misread him. Not by a long shot. And as she felt him grow hard against her before picking her up so she could wrap her legs around his torso, she let him carry her to his bedroom.
NOTE: So, uh…those of you who read my books regularly know I write erotic romance. Yes, that means my sex scenes are pretty damned explicit—steamy and descriptive. While I try not to hold back too much here on my blog, I’m not going to be too naughty here, and there are several reasons for that. First is that, for some bizarre reason, sex scenes take me longer to write. I’m wanting to maintain momentum in this challenge, and that requires not taking days to write a scene that might not even equal a thousand words. The second is that—if any of you missed this in the early days of the challenge—when I revise this story, I’m planning to post it on Wattpad. I’ve been given to understand that, while you can be a little steamy on that site, you can’t go too overboard, and I don’t want to be censored or banned, so I’d rather ratchet it down myself to save others the trouble. Plus, if readers on that site aren’t used to reading what I write, I don’t want to scar anyone. 😉 Finally, when I do publish the book (which I will eventually), I need to give readers a reason to pick up the paid copy. Why not tantalize them with the promise of MORE? 🙂
See you next week with more installments! Thanks for following along. This has been fun so far—and definitely challenging!
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