Sneak Peek Sunday is a weekly blog hop in which writers are challenged to post six paragraphs, no more and no less, from a published work or work in progress and then invite other writers, readers and random bloggers to read, critique and comment. Visit their site by clicking on the button below for a list of other participating writers and share the love! Today’s Sneak Peek is from Pool, my current work-in-progress. To set the scene, my heroine and her friends have just arrived at the abandoned mining camp she has inherited and she finally has a few moments alone with her boyfriend, who is not exactly pleased about having other people around…
He shrugged, his arms still locked around her, trapping her in his searching gaze. “Maybe you wanted the moral support of a girlfriend around you. You know, someone you could gang up on me with if I turned all caveman on you.”
“John want sex, ooga-booga. Beat chest, stab mammoth.” He leaned in with a smile and kissed her. He was good at that, scarily good, and always had been. His mouth eased hers open right away, and she let him even though she’d always thought of frenching as vaguely gross. The fluttery sipping touches of his tongue never failed to bring on a little shiver. His arms tightened when he felt it, letting his hand drop to cup her bottom boldly through her jeans. That was too fast for her; she resisted weakly, but he pulled her up against him anyway, using kneading motions to make her rock slightly against his groin so that she couldn’t help but feel him. “Drag woman to cave by hair,” he murmured, now nibbling at the sensitive, sugary patch just below her ear. “Use mighty hunter’s spear.”
She giggled even as she squirmed to try to break free. “Mighty hunter is going to need his strength for cleaning the cave first. But after that, maybe we’ll find us a quiet corner and finger-paint fertility symbols on each other. Well, maybe not too fertile. I’m all for having an adventure here, but motherhood is a little more than I had in mind.” She smiled back at him and managed to hold it steady despite the constant leaping of her nerves. “But finger-paints could be fun.”
“If only I’d thought to bring some. We may have to settle for scribbling on each other with the ketchup and mustard I brought for the hot dogs.”
“Just like the cavemen did,” she teased.