Excerpt: Snowy and the Seven Wharves
Copyright ©2011-2015 Patricia Green
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His hands brushed the hair off her shoulders and lingered at the nape of her neck for a minute before he pulled away and took a step back. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t touch you like that. It’s unprofessional. It won’t happen again.”
Her gaze went to the splash guard over the sink as she whispered, “But I want it to happen.”
He groaned, and his warmth moved away. The chair creaked as he sat back down. “I shouldn’t be here.”
“Where should you be? At home with the wife and kids? Boating on the Potomac? Lounging in a tapas bar in Spain?” She faced him and smiled.
“No wife and kids. I’m not much of a sailor. Now the tapas bar…I could get into that.”
She laughed and he smiled. They chatted for a while, but soon she realized that they were into the wee hours and she had to get up early. “I need to take a shower and get to bed.” Snowy moved her cup to the sink.
Doc stood, awkward, as though he didn’t quite know what to do or say.
Take a chance. She walked over to him and rubbed her palms over his stubbled jaw. “I wish you’d kiss me again.”
He blinked slowly, his look intense. “I’d like that. But-”
Going up on tiptoes, she pressed her lips to his, testing his mettle, tasting coffee on his lips. Slowly, inexorably, his hands moved up her arms. As though a dam had broken, he captured her mouth, roughly, possessively. She reveled in it, returning the kiss with fervor.
“Come. With. Me.” She peppered his chin and jaw with kisses. Taking his hand, she tugged him into the bathroom where she started running water. She turned back to him and plucked a button on his shirt. “Off.”
He grinned, succumbing. “You, too.”
Eyes on each other, they divested themselves of their garments and delighted at the wonders displayed. Snowy’s middle flamed as she stared at him. He was so tall and sturdy. His chest was lightly furred, and his abs were flat and defined. His erection was formidable. She reached for it, but snatched her hand back. “May I?”
“You have to ask?”
She grinned devilishly and used a child’s ploy. “I’ll let you touch mine, if I can touch yours.”
He laughed. “Get in the shower, minx.”
Can their sexy affair lead to something more permanent? And how will Snowy escape the evil woman who wants to cut out her heart?
This story is unavailable at online distributors. It was previously published by New Dawning, but I recently got the rights back. It will be re-published in 2015, by me.