Unsure what had just happened, she gave her head a firm shake. Mistake. Dizziness hit in waves. She swallowed hard. When the nausea passed, she pushed her palms against the ground and rose to her feet. Unsteady, she swayed. The stranger’s image blurred.Large calloused hands gripped her arms. A strange though familiar jolt of energy coursed through her, causing her heart to beat too fast.
He quickly released her. He must have felt it too.
Again, she swayed. She reached for his support at the same time he took hold of her upper arms.
She blinked to clear her vision and moistened dry lips. The flash of desire in his eyes made her shiver. He smiled for real this time, leaned forward, placed a hand behind her head, and brushed her lips with his. Gentle at first, then with vigor, his tongue delved into her mouth.
Instinct insisted she struggle. Holding her body rigid, she fisted her hands, which he’d trapped within his embrace. She forced her fingers open and pressed her palms against his hard chest—a vain attempt to push him away.
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ReplyDeleteI didn't know there might be a time travelling Highlander living next door to me, but I believe you so now I'm on the look-out for them. Expecting to come around a curve any day now and see a sexy Scot wearing a kilt. :-) Just another reason living in the Blue Ridge Mountains is awesome!
Enjoyed your excerpt.
Sandra
Hi, Sandra! They mostly live up near Grandfather Mountain. :) But you never know when they'll travel afield. Thanks for stopping by.
ReplyDeleteVery nice! This sounds like it's going to be a great story!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Nikki! Gotta love a man in a kilt. Thanks for visiting.
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