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Life works in mysterious ways.
Four years ago I became known as the girl with cancer.
I refuse to cry.
And I refuse to give in.
A
relationship with a man is the last thing I’m looking for right now,
but one night with Parker changes everything.
He is persistent, and he
knows what he wants. Me.
He doesn’t treat me like I’m fragile.
But he doesn’t know, and I’m not ready to tell him.
What if it changes everything?
Tragedy found me when I was seventeen.
Love found me when I was twenty-one.
Teaser
I’m
grateful when I reach the door to the ladies room that there isn’t
anyone around. I reach for the handle when I hear from behind me, “Not
going to use the men’s room again?” I know that sexy voice. It’s the
same one as earlier this evening in this same area.
With
my heart picking up pace, I turn around smiling sweetly, “No, I’m going
to sit down and pee this time.” My smile spreads a little wider and I
say a silent thanks to sweet baby Jesus for letting me find my voice
this time.
He doesn’t respond. He just steps closer to me with the corner of his lips spreading upward.
I don’t breathe.
I can’t breathe. Not when he is this close.
God he smells amazing. Like a mixture of spice and mint. Maybe a hint of beer too. It's the type of scent that would awaken a primal desire within any female, and good God do I feel awakened.
“You ran off before I could thank you for the dance earlier.” No, thank you.
His voice is a faint whisper and his face is now so close that our
noses are almost touching. I glance down at his very attractive red lips
just as the corners of his mouth move up into the most beautiful smile.
Shit. He knows I’m looking at his lips.
I’m
transfixed by him. In this very moment, I would do whatever he said or
answer to any name he called; even if it was one of those fluffy names
like baby or princess. All I can think about is the desire flowing
through my body for those lips to be on mine. I would take him in this
hallway. There I said it. Or, did I think it?
Do something.
Anything!
I look back at his lips.
I lick my own.
I
can’t think about anything but wanting to feel his lips against mine.
All thoughts go out the window of me not being able to pick up a man at a
bar. I don’t care, but I will say any cheesy pick up line if it means I
get to go home with him.
I
know he’s watching me. He has to be thinking about my lips too because
just then his tongue comes out licking his own. I try to think of
something else to do, but nothing comes to mind. I feel him close the
distance between us. He puts a finger under my chin for the second time
tonight lifting my face so I’m looking right into his eyes. Without
taking his eyes off mine he speaks in a quiet, low, raspy whisper, “I’m
going to kiss you now.”
Without
waiting for my permission, his lips crash down against mine. He takes
my top lip into his mouth tugging ever so gently. I let out a soft moan
as his tongue lightly traces my lips- tasting me. I can smell the fresh
mint and beer off his breath and all I can think about is tasting
it. I grab his neck brining him closer -opening my mouth- inviting him
in. He groans as I wrap my arms around his neck running my hands through
his hair.
Shit, if I die tomorrow, I can die a happy woman knowing this was my last kiss.
His
tongue enters my mouth and I meet it with my own. He reaches down to
lift me up and I let him. I wrap my legs around his waist just as he
slams my back against the wall in the corner of the hallway. There’s a
rush of pain that shoots down my legs causing me to cry out. He must
take that as a cry of pleasure because he kisses me harder.
I
feel my dress rise all the way to my waist exposing myself for anyone
that walks by. My head falls back against the wall and he immediately
starts kissing down my chin to my neck, then up to my earlobe bringing
it into his mouth biting down. “Do you want to get out of here?” He
whispers so softly into my ear I almost don’t think I hear him
correctly. When he asks me again I just nod in agreement. Afraid if I
were to say anything it wouldn’t be yes, and I really want it to be yes.
Setting
me down, he runs his hands over my dress laying it back into place,
then grabs my hand and starts speed walking away heading towards the red
exit sign.
I am the mother of two little boys, married to the love of my life, and living in one of the smallest towns in Minnesota.
When I’m not chasing or cleaning up after my boys (yes, all three), I
can be found writing or snuggled up with my kindle, a glass of wine, and
spending time with my fictional friends and family.
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