Shelli Rosewarne

Hi all,

Well, it’s finally weekend (woot!) so here we are back with the fab My Sexy Saturday blog hop. This week’s theme is couples who can’t get enough of each other 🙂 Ooh, I may be spoilt for choice! I do love the chemistry between a couple, I think it’s so important for a good romance – but then it’s blending that with their deeper emotions, the obstacles in their way and of course those pesky outer influences that always seem to get in the way!

This excerpt is seven paragraphs from my current WIP Psychic Shadows, where things may be hotting up between my hero and heroine. I hope you enjoy x

His face was shuttered. “If you let them in then they only make you regret it.”

Frustration welled up. “Half the time I have no idea if you’re even feeling anything.”

He took a step closer, she felt the heat from his body and it seemed to spread out over her in glowing tingles of warmth. “You don’t think I feel anything?”

Shannon felt her mouth dry up. She swallowed, before her tongue unconsciously slipped out to moisten her lips. His eyes followed every movement, like a predator about to pounce. She ought to be running, the self-preservation part of her brain was shouting that out very loudly. Instead she stood frozen as his hand lifted, lightly stroking down her cheek, before tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. The movement was innocent, light, and yet the look in his eyes wasn’t and she felt like her skin was burning up where he’d touched her. She swayed slightly, desire hanging in the air like a visible presence. His hand slipped to the nape of her neck, tilting her head upwards. Her lips parted, almost against her will and she was helpless to resist as he leaned towards her. Since the movement she’d seen him she’d imagined what his kiss would be like. The build up had almost had her convinced in her own mind that it could never live up to her expectations. Instead the moment their lips touched she realised her imagination just wasn’t good enough.

She expected him to be hard, possessive, yet his lips were feather light. The soft brush against hers reverberated through her whole body, so her nipples hardened and moisture pooled between her legs. Her arms went around his neck, her body pressing against his and her lips parting, urging his entry. His tongue slipped past them, plundering her wet warmth and she whimpered. The sensations were at once addicting and terrifying. She felt his hands roaming down her back, cupping her ass and pressing it against his rising hardness. Her hands tangled in his hair, as she rose on tiptoe, crushing herself closer when she knew it would never be close enough, not until he was buried deep inside her where he belonged. She froze suddenly.

He didn’t belong with her, and she didn’t belong with him. Okay, this was more explosive than anything she’d ever imagined, but hadn’t she been thinking not five minutes ago how different they were. This could never be anything but a fling and a complication. He pulled back slightly, sensing her withdrawal.

“Shannon? Are you okay?”

She drew in a shaky breath. “I’m sorry. I can’t do this.”

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Have a great Saturday x