Friday, November 04, 2005

Friday Feature Presentation: Teaser from Miss Behavior

***WARNING*** dirty words ahead!

Lorna licked her lips and his warm gaze followed the movement. “So we’re stranded.”

“In no-where-land and I’m the nowhere man. No one will worry if I’m late.” His chiseled features had softened with expectation.

“Me either.” Not tonight, anyway. Suddenly she wished she did have someone besides her parents and brother who’d worry. She and Gage could freeze to death tonight and they’d be the only ones who’d miss her.

Wait a minute.

Freeze. To. Death.

Rescue was nowhere in sight. Sub-zero temperatures were moving in.

Had she survived a quick and painless end only to perish slowly and tortuously? “Could we die here?” she asked sharply.

“Unlikely but possible.”

She recalled reading a pithy quote somewhere, about being on one's deathbed and what one's regrets might be. The regrets never had anything to do with career advancement. “I've devoted my whole life to work,” she told Gage in a far away voice. “Built a solid reputation and an impressive portfolio, pleased my parents, and am now set to climb even higher in my profession.”

“Sounds great.”

She tilted to face him. “And For what? To die in the snow with a stranger?” Until this minute she'd always thought of her life in positive terms–of what she had or would soon have. Now, what she might miss yawned into a hungry void. “To have never known what it was like to be…”

He reached out and massaged the nape of her neck. “To be what?” he asked gently.

“To be everything to someone. Just once.” Like you are to me at this moment. “To make love with raw desperation.”

The pressure from his fingertips increased and a pleasure-pain shot through her tense shoulders straight into her crotch.

“Is that your ultimate fantasy?” His voice had grown thick.

She nodded. “Do you have–” she cleared her throat. “Do you have a last wish? Something you've never done that you would like to do before…before you go?”

“How optimistic.”

“I read the papers. People get stranded and die every winter in storms. Do you think we're somehow immune?”

“No,” he said grimly. “I'm well aware I might not survive into next year. Dwelling on it isn't my bag though.”

“What would you do if you knew you were going to die tonight?”

He raked her up and down until the heat from his eyes made her sweater smoke. “I’d fuck you with raw desperation.”

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4 Comments:

Blogger Daisy Dexter Dobbs said...

Whew! Hot-cha-cha! That scintillating excerpt is a grabber if ever I read one, Ann!

Methinks Miss Behavior is going to be a reader favorite!!

November 04, 2005 4:30 PM  
Blogger Ann Wesley Hardin said...

Your mouth to my paycheck, 3D!

Thanks!

November 04, 2005 4:53 PM  
Blogger Anne said...

Yowzers! Sizzle!!!!! This will be a winner for sure!

November 04, 2005 5:07 PM  
Blogger Ann Wesley Hardin said...

Hey, thanks Anne! People named Ann(e) are smart ya know. I trust your evaluation. *ggg*

November 04, 2005 6:39 PM  

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