“Let me go first. I’m gonna put my butt on that rock and then swing my feet around.” Blair demonstrated. “Ouch. Be careful of the jagged place.”
In a pale yellow strapless which skimmed over her hips and stopped above her knees, and her shoulders barely covered by a white lace sweater, she was the vision of everything beautiful in the world. Everything his world wasn’t.
When Next We Meet (work in progress)
I huffed which puffed my side-swept bangs out of my eyes, then squeezed my orbs into python-like slits. “Are you crazy? Me…in accounting? You must be on drugs.”
“Our guy is escalating.” His fingers tightened on the steering wheel. “Another severed foot was found this morning, honey.”
Her flat belly and slim hips melted into beautifully shaped legs.
Sam Bradley w/a McKenna Sinclair
He stepped behind her, clasped her by the shoulders, and sliced off her ponytail.
I didn’t waste any time running my fingers down his chest, over those hard, sculpted muscles to his waistband. I hesitated only a second before cupping his impressive bulge in my palm.
There was something immensely comforting in the precision of her instructions: “Inhale and raise both arms straight out from the shoulders, parallel to the floor with the palms facing down” … “Exhale slowly while turning the torso to the left.”
Her hair, her skin, her hip–no matter what his fingers came into contact with–it felt velvety soft. And her vanilla sugar scent… Jesus.
A Midnight Clear (work in progress)
Logan leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees and his chin on his folded hands. “We’re missing something.”
The dead body lay face down in the overgrown grass, his right arm and leg bent, the opposite pair extended as if he’d tried crawling away, but couldn’t overcome the struggle.
Shutter (work in progress)