Sunday, June 29, 2014

Snippet Sunday: Foreplay And Preludes

Another passage from Same Time Tomorrow, this time picking up where we left off.

She cried out softly at the sensation. She was warm and moist inside, ready for him. He stroked lightly, his finger exploring, stimulating. She did the same, still content to keep her hand out of his pants, but definitely enjoying stroking him, caressing him.
Chloe kissed him hard, her tongue probing his mouth, finding his tongue. It was all he had ever wanted. No one had ever aroused him this deeply, this much.... not like this. He slid his hand back, out from her, and she felt it, looked at him, puzzled. He licked at his finger, his first sample of what she tasted like. God, she’s incredible, he thought. “Chloe,” he whispered, “We need to be naked.”

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Snippet Sunday: Hot And Bothered

A passage again from Same Time Tomorrow. We're picking up where we left off a couple of weeks back.

Gabriel let his hands wander over her, feeling her welcome body on top of his, their kiss growing deeper, more passionate. This is where I belong, he thought. Her hands were wandering too, over his shoulders, down his arms, her arousal matching his own. God, I want you so much, Chloe… He could feel her breasts pressed tight against him, craved to see her out of the blouse, out of the bra, wanted to lick and kiss her nipples. 
  They shifted on the couch, and she moved a hand down between them, finding the hardness of his erection, her fingers stroking it even through the jeans, getting him even harder. He groaned softly at her touch, and slid his right hand down her stomach, finding her waist. She pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes, and he slid a hand into her pants, beneath her panties. First he felt the soft curls, the heat of her body, her bare skin… and then he slid a finger inside her.

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Snippet Sunday: Abandoned

Another passage from Same Time Tomorrow today. We're stepping away from where we were last time, since it's Father's Day. It's not quite a happy kind of post though, since here we have Chloe and Gabriel in the midst of conversation about her father, who abandoned her and her mother when she was a child.

He rose from the rocking chair, and settled down on the floor beside her, the photo albums open on the low table before them. She was staring at the photograph of her with her parents, and she was quiet. He spoke softly. You know, hes the one who lost. She looked at him, her expression sad.
What does that mean? Chloe asked. 
He never got the chance to see you become the woman you are. He paused, reached to her, placing his right hand gently on her left hand. He lost out on all of that. There was just the trace of a smile, and he held her gaze for a moment.

Sunday, June 8, 2014

Snippet Sunday: Coupling

A passage from Same Time Tomorrow. This takes place between Chloe and Gabriel shortly after where we left off last time.


"So what are you waiting for?" she demanded playfully. "You weren't shy out there in the hallway."
He regarded her with a seductive smile. "Why, Miss Masters, are you trying to seduce me?" he asked. 
"Damn right I am!" She stretched, running her hands through his hair as she kissed him, first with tenderness, then with an increasing urgency. His hands moved down, cupping her buttocks, lifting her to him. She was ready... more than ready. She needed him. And she wanted him... more than she had ever wanted anyone.

Sunday, June 1, 2014

Snippet Sunday: At The Door

Another passage today from our manuscript Same Time Tomorrow, picking up from last week, with Chloe and Gabriel heading for her condo.

           She led the way, and the woman ahead unlocked a door, stepping into her own condo. Chloe led the way, moving quickly, down the hall, and he stayed with her.
She stopped at one door, at the end of the hall, reaching into her purse, taking out her keys. He came close behind her, wrapping his arms around her stomach, his lips brushing against her shoulder, kissing her neck. “Oh, God,” she moaned, urgently unlocking the door, opening it. His hands traveled up, cupping her breasts, feeling the fabric of a bra beneath the silk shirt, and he craved to take it off. She groaned again. “Get in here, Gabriel,” she muttered, her voice full of desire and want. Chloe stepped into the apartment, and he picked up the luggage, following her inside, into what awaited them.