Here’s what I’ve been working on. JUST RIGHT, Book 4 in the Twisted Series. (Subject to change.)
She pulls the hair tie from her high pony and shakes it out, until long waves of silky hair are framing her face and dangling down to the curve of her lower back. Her hair whispers across the bareness of her skin, like chocolate silk.
“So, is that a yes?” He’s not below begging at this point, if she is to say no.
“Yes to what? I recall that you asked what I was doing later. Was I supposed to assume that you meant you’d like to keep me busy?”
“I would like that. Very much.”
“I’m sure you would. Unfortunately, I’m busy. Maybe next time. But not likely,” she mumbles under her breath, as her voice trails off.
“Are you too good for me? Just say it, if that’s it.” His words stop her in her tracks.
She spins back around and props a hand on a flawless hip. “Do I look good to you?”
No. She looks bad. Very, very bad. Her bad attitude and dirty mouth were really turning him on something fierce. He wants to spank her.
“Good isn’t the word I would use.” His eyes violate her entire body.
He reaches out and pulls a single strand of hair from between her lips, then dusts a kiss there, in stark contrast to the loaded machine gun he’s packing in his pants.
He can see that she’s flustered. He’s getting to her. Little miss Aliah isn’t quite as hard as she lets on. He, on the other hand, is as hard as he can possibly get.
“You make me feel…” She huffs, not even knowing how to fill in her own sentence.
“Wow. So she does feel.”
Aliah narrows her eyes, but quickly replaces that look with a mocking smile. “Yes. I only play the heartless bitch.”
He watches her fidget with her necklace, then closes his hand over hers to stop her. “You’re a good actress.”
She shoves him backward, taking what he says the wrong way. “Get away from me.” Though she’s tried to put some distance between them, her attempt at moving him is wildly unsuccessful.
He catches her wrist, scared he’s pushed her a little too hard. With Aliah, there seems to be a fine line between O-K and F-U.
Copyright 2014 Christa Simpson