We got close to 7 inches of rain in a matter of days. While we've not experienced flooding, there are areas that are super saturated. My commute to work was slow and slick. A lot of folks drove slowly while others did their normal speed limit plus. I'm glad we've got a few days to dry out and gain composure before the next set of storms rolls through. I feel for the farmers in Western NC who now have ponds where they were praying for water to help their crops. Patience is a virtue. May we all have more of it as we move into winter.
I did not make the final cut for the All Romance EEbook contest. I'm posting an excerpt from Love's Elixir here. I'm taking the story and expanding it into a novella. Hope you are dry and reading a good book this weekend. Maybe a roaring fire, a glass of wine, and good food will enhance your reading pleasure.
Have a great weekend!
“Yes,” Tiffany moaned, her tongue meeting his. Her nipples tightened as she pressed tighter to John. His firm sure touch and soft caresses fired her in ways she’d never realized. Working her hands up his back, she bunched his shirt as her hands moved.
She wanted him, desired to feel his possession of her that she’d yearned so long for. How would he react if she spoke out? Voiced her deepest craving? She’d never know if she didn’t ask. Love meant risking. A chance she had to take.
“Touch me, John. I want to feel your hands on me.” She rested her forehead against his.
John hesitated. She could feel his agitated breathing as his chest rose and fell. He didn’t move away nor speak.
“I-I’m sor—“ Her words stopped. John’s hand covered her mouth.
“Sssh. Listen to me before you answer.” John cupped her chin, ensuring her eyes met his. Tiffany nodded.
“No sorry needed. Are you sure? I am.” His sigh caressed her cheeks.
Tiffany licked her lips, rubbing them together. “Yes, I want you.”
John inhaled and smiled. “Good ‘cuz I want you.”
Tiffany grasped his hand and moved sideways. “Follow me,” she murmured huskily. She led him down the short hall to her bedroom. Pale colored sheets and pillows adorned the bed.
John moved into the room stopping beside her. He worked his shirt over his head, tossing it on the floor. “Come here, you’re too dressed.”
He pulled Tiffany to him, wrapping his arms around her. “Shall I undress you or you do it for me?”
His quick wink and grin added to the volcanic flames engulfing her.