It`s time for Tuesday Tales.
Today we have a snippet from my NaNoWriMo
MF hockey romance book, Blueline, Venom
#6. In this excerpt Helen and Bob are having some mild and rather sweet
sexy times.
Our word prompt today is “Thank.”
This story may have erotic scenes, strong
social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the
time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
He
kissed a hot path along my jaw. I craned my head to meet his mouth. I twisted
around, soapy hands going into his hair, water running behind me. Bob grabbed
my hips, held me to him, sex to sex or as close as he could get them at the
sink, and kissed me until I was close to fainting.
“This
is insane.” I pulled back, hoping to pry a bit, examine his lusty gaze for
deceit. I found none. Elation swept over me then was blindsided with fear. They
tussled for a few seconds then fear backed down. It didn’t go away. Oh no. It
lingered in the shadows like the evil, crippling demon it is. It was waiting
for me to fall back into its tender, lonely embrace. I tightened my hold on
Bob’s ruddy hair. Maybe if I held onto him tightly enough the horror would stay
hidden in the gloom.
“How
did all that wild sex make your head feel?”
I
smiled to myself and led our hands to the water to rinse the soap off. “My head
feels fine. As does my shoulder.” He made a sound that said he didn’t quite
believe me. “It does. Unless you touch it. And my knee is okay too.”
“Mm,
you are a fierce ice warrior goddess.” I ran my hands over his, softly and with
pleasure, making sure no slickery soap residue remained. The press of him tight
to my back made me feel safe, and happy. Two things I’d not felt in a long
time. “If I bought you some sexy ass leather armor would you wear it for me?”
“Let
me think. No.”
He
laughed hard at that, spinning me to face him, hands soaking wet he cupped my
face. I crinkled my nose as water ran down my neck and into my shirt.
“You’re
an amazing woman who deserves a lot more than some dumb hockey player from
Caribou Crest, Manitoba.”
“Hey,
being insecure is what I bring to
this relationship.”
“So
we’re now calling what we are a relationship?” His damp fingers held my head
firmly but tenderly.
“Yeah,
I think it is.” Lashes falling to my cheek, I met him for the kiss. God above
and all the singing angels, that kiss was incredible. Bob put everything he
felt into that kiss and it was then, with coconut scented fingers and a wet
shirt, that I knew that this man had somehow made his way into my heart. He’d
used no tricks or ploys. He’d just been honest, caring, and patient. Incredibly
patient. Hell, he was still waiting for me to come around. I wished his mother
was still alive, so I could thank
her for raising such a wonderful man.
Copyright 2017 ©by V.L. Locey
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5 comments:
Nice scene. I really like the way you delve into the various emotions she feels. Well done.
Hot and tender!
What an emotional and moving piece! I can't wait for this to be published. I love the Venom women and their men.
very nice! Love the scene and that he wants to thank his mother for how he was raised. Nicely done.
Oh, that was yummy! The tenderness for each other, the kisses...*swoon*.
Great job!
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