This past weekend we took a long weekend and drove to Asheville, NC to see The Biltmore. We made a day of it, enjoyed the tour and wine tasting and then spent the evening by the pool.
Hence my lack of posts. But, I'm back and the short break has me writing more than ever. I'm stopping just to post this week's teaser of Boxer Briefs and Boots.
Enjoy the blurb.
A slight breeze rustled leaves overhead. The day had turned out perfect, weather-wise. It was warm and sunny with cotton candy clouds drifting across the blue sky. But other than that, it seemed disaster was looming.
Picking up the plastic cup, Jacy stared at Trace through lidded lashes over the rim. She prided herself on insisting they meet at her office or the park. She wasn’t ready for him to pick her up at her house. She didn’t trust herself. Sitting across from him, looking at him stretched out on the blanket, his arms crossed beneath his head, her fingers ached to trace the scar on his arm.
She took another sip of the red wine. She was drinking more than she intended while Trace barely touched his. She attributed it to the fact he had only to look at her and say, ‘wish we had more than an hour’ she’d confessed she was client free for the rest of the day. She beamed like she’d won a food contest at his compliments, which he’d devoured while she ate half a steak biscuit and only a bite or two of potato salad.
“Don’t have to eat like a bird on my account, baby,” he’d drawled, his eyes leisurely touring her body like a starved man, but her stomach doing somersaults wouldn’t allow for more.
And she hadn’t brought out the brownies yet. Glancing at the basket, maybe she should. His startling gaze would be focused elsewhere. She wondered why she stalled. The longer she waited meant spending more time with Trace and she didn’t want that, really she didn’t.
“How did you get this?” she asked, her hand reaching out to trace the scar on his arm before her brain could stop her.
“Oh, it must’ve hurt.” Jacy’s voice softened and she continued to caress the spot, as if her touch would soothe away the old hurt.
“Like the dickens. I was twelve and still green enough not to pay attention to the wire while I helped dad free the calf. One heck of a lesson I didn’t forget.”
Jacy gasped when strong fingers captured hers, pulling them away from his body. “Sorry, I didn’t mean…” Her eyes dropped to his large hand, his thumb circling the back making her stutter and stop trying to tug free.
“You’ve been perched on the edge of the blanket, like you’re ready to bolt. Much too far away all afternoon.” His gaze fell on her face, neck, and then moved lower. Air backed up in Jacy’s lungs. “You’re not afraid of me now, are you, darlin’?”
“No.” It came out on squeak. And she had to think hard to take her next breath. In all honesty she wasn’t. Jacy just didn’t trust herself.
“Sounds like you’re not sure.” He leaned up, capturing her wrist in his hand that thumb still caressing her hand and now arm. “You know I might bite,” he nipped her arm in confirmation, “but I wouldn’t hurt you for the world.”
Jacy gulped and all her brain cells seemed to disintegrate as eyes so pale blue, she wondered if they had any color to them at all, stared back at her.
“Then why don’t you come on over here and let’s get reacquainted.” She watched dumbly as he took the wine glass from her hand and set it on top of the cooler just out of reach.
“Oh…” Jacy almost said ‘okay’, but caught herself in time. But she couldn’t stop the momentum of his gentle pull. Her body tumbled on top of his, his lips captured hers and that was the last coherent thought Jacy had for a long while.