Hi all. I’ve been hard at work on my latest WIP, In Full Bloom. It’s the story of a flower shop owner and a veterinarian that work to overcome the odds stacked against their relationship in attempt to find a real, lasting love. (Sorry, kids. Don’t wanna give too much away *winky face*)
Without further adieu, here’s another (totally unedited) sneak peek:
He didn’t even turn his attention away from the television this time. He just said, “Awww. It’s so cute when you try and talk about sports, baby,” as a smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth.
The tiny smile that had been playing across her lips immediately dropped way. Her eyes narrowed. She knew that he was saying that just to mess with her. They’d had some pretty in depth conversations about hockey since they’d all had dinner last Sunday. He was just remarkably adept at pushing her buttons. Smart ass.
She remained silent, waiting until the Hawks were on the wrong side of a power play. After he was leaned forward, focused on the television, she tapped him urgently on the arm and said, “So, wait. Explain to me what they’re doing with those big club things again. I forgot.”
He turned to look at her, a grin on his face, and asked, “Really? Those big club things?”
At that moment, the buzzer went off again, signaling another point for the opposing team. Evan reached over to the remote and switched it off. Without another word, he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. As they moved toward his bedroom, she tried to wiggle free. He responded by tightening his grip on her and giving her a loud smack on the ass.
She gave a startled cry and said, “Hey wait!”
When they reached his bedroom, he tossed her into the middle of his bed with a bounce and then settled himself on top of her, immediately pinning her wrists above her head. The look in his eye was almost predatory. She shivered in response.
He leaned his head down and captured her mouth with his. As his tongue swept into her mouth, she gave a moan of appreciation. He shifted slightly so he now held both of her wrists with one hand as the other slid down her body to cup her breast.
He pulled back from the kiss, his dark eyes watching her as he found her nipple and rubbed the pad of his thumb across it. He continued to gaze at her as he asked, “Now that you’ve got my undivided attention, what would you like to do this evening?”
The combination of his rough voice, the grip he still had on her wrists and the gentle stroke of his thumb across her nipple was enough to send a wave of arousal through her system. Her voice stilted, she said, “Oh, that wasn’t about getting your attention. That was about getting that grouchy look off your face.”
He leaned in to press a light kiss against her lips and then said, “That’s very considerate of you. As you can probably tell, I’m definitely not feeling very grouchy right now.”
Before she could respond, he gave her nipple a pinch that had her moaning his name. The sensation shot straight to her core, leaving a now familiar ache between her thighs.
“Oh god,” she moaned as he pinched her a little more roughly. “I need..”
He ground his erection against the vee of her thighs and said, “Tell me. Tell me what you need.”
He stared down at her, his eyes blazing now. As she opened her mouth to answer, there was a knock on the door. They both froze.
… Well, Darlings. I hope that’ll tide you over for now. Back to the writing cave now!