Thank you for stopping by today for Snippet Sunday and Weekend Writing Warriors! I’m continuing on with Swashbuckler, my contemporary romance that should be coming back from the editor any day now. [I feel like I still have so much work to do with it and I’m anxious to get working on it. Sigh. But I digress.] Rachel and Rodger’s date has progressed from where we left off last week. With the help of some joking around and libations, there’s been some flirting. We’re almost at the end of the date and Rachel’s gone to the bathroom. We pick up in Rodger’s POV.
He was almost saved when that confident, strong woman had disappeared in the cab when she morphed into a simpering fan. Back in comfortable territory, he’d taken control and steered the conversation, finally breaking through to her again at the pub. He’d had to – eating dinner with a star-struck date wasn’t good for the digestion.
As Rachel relaxed, so did his walls. Her every laugh, smile, and horrid attempt at a Scottish accent hit at his gut, nudging him closer to an edge where he didn’t want to go.
It had been a long time since the sound of a woman had turned him on so thoroughly. Her promised whisper had been a shock, not because of what she said but because of his response. How could those few, teasing words get him so hard so fast? He adjusted his pants, his mind drifting to the memory of her breath in his ear.