Rachel's Journey #wipitup
For my very first #wipitup I thought I would share part of a scene from my soon-to-be-released spanking romance novel Rachel's Journey.
“Hmmm,”
James murmured in agreement. Then he rolled over and kissed her. She kissed him
back, raw passion lending urgency to the way their lips melded together, and when
she opened her mouth slightly he pressed his tongue gently inside, exploring
her mouth. Her hand cupped the back of his head, her fingers entwined in his
curls, pressing him ever closer to her, deepening the kiss. His hand trailed
down her front, inside the buttons of her shirt, while the other hand clasped
the base of her neck, where her shoulders met her spine. The kiss was hot,
crushing, undeniable passion fulfilling the primal need within them. Electricity coursed through Rachel’s body and
she was aware of only one thing: desire. She wanted him, no needed him.
With their lips still melded
together, James’ searching fingers unbuttoned her shirt and he pushed it down
off her shoulders, exposing her breasts scantily clad in a white lace bra that
really wasn’t suited for physical work. Breaking apart, James took her hand and
led her stumbling inside, where he kicked the door shut behind them.
“Take me to bed,” Rachel whispered
huskily, hissing as his hand brushed over her still-throbbing bottom. With a
grin, James lowered his mouth to hers again, backing her up the hallway towards
his bedroom, guiding her with gentle hands on her shoulders as he flicked his
tongue in and out of her mouth, tasting her, teasing her, devouring her.
He lay her gently down on his bed, mindful
of her sore bottom, and aware, too, of his own injuries. “Are you sure about
this?” he whispered softly, hoarsely, hoping against hope that she would be; he
wanted her more than he could ever remember wanting another woman.
“Yes. I’m sure. But I’m not a
virgin, James,” she told him quietly, ruefully, feeling as though she was
letting him down. She’d always wanted to save herself for the “right man” but
she’d foolishly thought Mike had been that man.
James just winked at her. “Neither
am I,” he grinned rakishly.
Startled, she realised how her words
had sounded. “Oh! But I’m not a …”
“Shhh,” he put his finger to her
lips. “I know.” Then he pressed his lips to hers, effectively silencing her
with a kiss.
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This is going to be a sweet story. I like the fiery passion as they make their way to the bedroom.
ReplyDeleteSo nice to have you on Wipitup this week, Kelly. I'm looking forward to more of James and Rachael ☺
Thanks Melody!
DeleteGreat sexy scene, Kelly! Welcome to WIPITUP! I look forward to more of this story! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Shelly, I really enjoyed writing that scene :)
DeleteExcellent job, well written scene! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Keith :)
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