Saturday, November 2, 2013

WEWRIWA #3: Mistletoe and Curves

 Weekend Writing Warriors
I love 8 Sentence Sunday:

Bryce understood the message she was sending and he reciprocated by swooping down upon her lips. His kiss was urgent with a pressure that she longed to relieve as he molded her lips to his. There was a power in his kiss that she had never felt in another man. One that radiated authority. He was going to have her, she knew in that moment, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Not that she wanted to.

Jenny surrendered herself to him, her lips soft and pliant against his as he forced them open and invaded her with his tongue. At the same moment he reached over and unbuttoned her blouse, each button coming undone with a swift pop before he moved to the next.