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Author’s note, I am wrapped up in finish TSL, which means that as soon as that is done and sent off to the editors the faster I can return to the NFH book. So, instead of stopping to finish up the next part in the Trip to the Grocery Store, I am posting a little teaser instead.
Another Sneak Peek at……..
Tall, Silent and Lethal
An R.L. Mathewson Chronicle
“Then let’s just focus on today,” he said as he cupped her beautiful dirt smudged face in one hand, his thumbing gently caressing her cheek.
“Just today,” she said, sounding relieved as she allowed herself to lean into his touch. “And what exactly is the plan?”
“That’s a damn good question,” he said, leaning in so that he could brush his lips against hers, paying special attention to the plump bottom lip that drove him crazy.
“As much fun as it is to run around the woods wrapped in a dirty blanket, I think that we need to find some new clothes and a safe place to figure out a few things,” she suggested.
“Well,” he said, pulling back so that he could gaze down at her pretty breasts that were just begging for his attention, “since I always manage to think better when I’m inside you……” He grinned, letting his words trail off as he pushed the blanket away from her.
“How exactly do you always think better inside me when you’ve only been inside me once?” she asked, her lips twitching with amusement as her eyes flashed red as her nipples hardened with renewed interest.
“It’s hard to explain, but,” he said with a drawn out sigh as though what he was about to suggest pained him, “I’d be willing to show you.”
“That’s very generous of you,” Cloe murmured as she reached for the hem of his shirt and yanked it up and over his head until it was flying in the air and landing somewhere behind her.
“I do what I can,” he said, hooking his thumbs in the waist of her panties and with a flick of his wrists, tore them clean from her body to join his shirt.
“And being inside me….?” she prompted, letting her words trail off as she reached down and flicked his pants button open.
“Is important to the planning process,” he explained, cupping bare hips as he leaned back against the rock and watched as the little tease took her time pulling his zipper down.
She sighed heavily as she exposed the large bulge hidden behind his boxers. “Then I guess we should do a thorough job.”
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