From my WIP, Forbidden Fires. I’m hoping to have this book turned in to my editor for consideration by the end of the month:
Her look and her body language was in no way submissive as she stared him right in the eye, breaking the flimsy tie between the two restraints still binding her wrists. She cupped a hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down to her level, dropping a searing hot kiss on his mouth, all tongue and teeth and pent up emotion. He was so stunned he stood there for a long moment before opening to her. As he fell into the kiss, he clasped her hips tightly, not caring if he left a mark there, the caveman inside him hoping he did.
She groaned, he groaned, and then she stepped back, breathing harshly. “Be careful. I need you safe, too.” She fisted his shirt, tugged for emphasis. “Need, Colin. Not just want. Need.”
Her hand dropped, and as she started to walk away, she made a brief stop in front of Gabe McConnell, standing on tiptoe to kiss his cheek. “You be careful too, Master Gabriel.”
“If you don’t marry her, you’re a fucking idiot,” McConnell said, staring bemusedly after her as she left the room. “And you won’t get a second chance, because I’ll make sure I give her what she wants and keep her so busy she won’t have time to think about you.”
Still stunned by Dee’s fervent declaration, Colin barked a laugh. “Yeah, you could try. But I’d kill you myself.”
“Good luck with that.”
Thanks, Sadey! 🙂 I posted it last night and someone thought Dee was Domme, but she’s not…she’s a total sub. But they’re in the middle of a dangerous situation, and she plants one on her Dom (Colin).