It’s been a while since I shared, but editing/rewriting does not always go as originally planned. Below is a snippet from the current version of “Tangled Web”.
Pushing to a sitting position, she dangled her legs over the edge of the bed. “I see no point in changing how I was raised. It’s worked for generations. Is it wrong to show respect?”
“No, of course not, but after our, uh, intimate connection that night, I think we’ve moved beyond being strangers, wouldn’t you agree?”
“Fine, but I make no long-term promises, Pro-, uh, Braxton.”
Hearing his given name fall from lips was glorious, and a mischievous grin curved his mouth. He strode across the room, stopping inches from the edge of the bed. “Now, that wasn’t so difficult, was it?”
“No,” she mumbled, all too aware of his presence and what it was doing to her insides.
Nudging open her legs, he planted himself between them and leaned forward, gently grazing a finger over her cheek. Her skin felt silky smooth, like expensive satin sheets, though he was more into Egyptian cotton. Questions filled the misty green eyes meeting his, and he couldn’t help wondering what it would feel like seeing them each night and first thing every morning.
Whoa, slow down, dude. Relish the moment. Spook her now and she’s liable to sprint for the hills, blizzard or no blizzard.
“Relax, pussycat. I won’t harm you, I promise.”
“Stop calling me that, that name.” Her tone was harsher than intended, but bits and pieces of what happened the last time began to flash to mind. Crap, no, no, no.