In the meantime, just so you know I'm still writing, I've got a teaser for you lovely fans. This is taken from Shameless, which is Christopher Star and Lora Campbell's story. You met both of them in the previous three books.
This is still just a first draft, AKA, a vomit of words but I hope the scene makes sense. Enjoy. Feel free to leave me a commen. I'd love to know what you think. xx
Lora needed a good fuck.
The thought was as alarming as it was arousing. Drawing a deep breath she held it for a brief moment while she stared at the object of her sudden salacious musing standing just feet away from her in conversation with another man.
The entire room was filled with gorgeous men who looked like the bulk of muscles they amassed were gained from outdoor pursuits instead of piled on through the means of free weights and dumb bells.
Her obsession started as her friend Selina and her new husband Benjamin took their vows earlier on. Standing across the aisle from Christopher the best man, she'd been lost for words. It'd been as if currents of electricity connected him to her throat, nipples and clit.
For most of that time she avoided his dark eyes afraid that if they connected she would go down in flames or in a puddle.
She wasn't a tiny girl, at five feet six and in the killer heels she'd splurged on as a consolation for splitting with her ex, she added another six inches. Still he was a full head taller. The way his grey silk suit molded onto him, his body had to be toned underneath. He moved with the fluidity and grace of a sports car rather than the sturdiness and bulk of an SUV.
Then during dinner, he'd sat next to her and leaned over.
"I'm glad I'm not the one who'd just gotten married," his deep voice murmured into her ear. The skin on her neck practically sizzled in sensuous tingles.
Surprised, she tilted her head, her gaze connecting with obsidian eyes that flamed as if experiencing a volcanic eruption.
"You're glad?" She'd known Selina had dated Christopher briefly but as far as she knew it was never serious enough to result in a wedding. Was he regretting that he hadn't proposed? Her gut clenched, a tad disappointed at the idea that he still wanted her friend.
"Yes." He lifted a corner of his sensuous lips in amusement. "If I was the one who'd gotten married, then I would've been in trouble lusting after my wife's best friend."
Lora's breath caught in her throat and her cheeks heated up. "Oh," was all she managed to get out of her suddenly dry mouth.
A warm hand rested on her thighs at the point where the seam of her skirt met bare skin. The effect was ripples of energy travelling to her centre, clenching and unclenching her inner walls.
By the time they got through the first course of the meal, she was weak with stimulation, ready for him to flip her onto the table and fuck her in front of everybody. Even the fact that she could think about something so outrageous showed how incapacitated she was.
A good thing that Christopher showed better composure than she did. For the rest of the meal, he flirted with her, but not in an obvious way. To everyone else they must have looked like they were just having a conversation. However it was in the suggestive way he spoke to her and looked at her.
His "How long have you known Selina?" might as well have been "How do you want me to fuck you?"
That she managed to murmur, "six years" instead of, "on the table" was a mini-miracle. At one point she gripped the bars beneath the table to brace herself.