The fire flickered on the side of his face.
“You always wear stuff like this when you’re alone?”
Yes, that’s less embarrassing than the real reason. I needed to feel sexy when I was writing a sexy scene in a book. I’d have wine and cheese and put on my heels. Thankfully, I hadn’t put the heels on yet.
“I didn’t know you were coming over,” I murmured as he let go of my wrists so I could get back up to my feet.
I cleared my throat and fought the urge to feel his hands on me again. There was some strong, sexy vibe that flowed from this man. He was also kind and had a dark edge to him that I found so appealing.
He leaned forward and watched as I played tug of war with my want-versus-need.
“What’s racing through your mind?”
“Nothing.” I forced a smile but couldn’t make eye contact.
He waited until I stepped closer to pick up my notebook, then he stood, making sure I felt every inch of his heat as he towered over me.
He dragged the back of his fingers down my arm. My muscles turned to stone when a shot of wild desire tore through the center of my belly.
“I don’t know how well I can control myself around you, Spencer.” His neck strained as he spoke.
Slowly, I lifted my head and looked at him from under hooded eyes. My tongue darted to dampen my lower lip, and his pupils dilated.
“You can’t do that,” he hissed.
I swiped my hair off one shoulder and gathered it to the side and tilted my head closer to his neck.
“Don’t underestimate a woman in need, Blake.”
“You do play dirty.” His eyes sparkled with hunger and intrigue.
“I might not be able to fight you physically, Blake, but I can fight in other ways,” I mumbled, my lips inches from his collarbone.
His fingers brushed down my jawline, and with the pad of his thumb, he lifted my chin so I had to look into his eyes. “Trust me, Spencer, you hold all the power just by looking at me.”
That was what was missing from Justin—raw, honest passion.
“I’m the last person you should be fighting.” He wrapped a piece of my hair around his finger pointedly. “I’ll always be at a disadvantage when it comes to you.”
I couldn’t help but smile. This was sexy as hell. “I believe we are both at a disadvantage.” I moved his hand to settle over my pounding heart.
He growled as he pushed away and ran a hand through his hair. “I can’t.” He half laughed like he was going a little crazy. “This,” he waved his hand between us, “feels too good. I keep slipping up when I’m near you.”
“I know.” I dropped my arms to my sides.
“This really is your fault.”
My mouth dropped open. “How?”
“You in that,” he pointed to my nightgown, “and your hair smelling all…vanilla-y.” He stopped when he caught my face.
“And that doesn’t apply to you?” I gestured at his body. “All toned, tanned, and handsome? Sporting your ballistic vest and gun. God, Blake, you think that’s not sexy as hell?” I snapped my mouth shut to stop my confession.
His chest rose and fell, matching mine, and arousal crackled in the air, taunting both of us.
Neither of us moved. Both waited to see if the other would crack first.
“We have to be careful, Spencer,” he finally said.
“I know.” He was right.
“I worked really hard to get to where I am today, and I know you have too. Crossing this line might not be the best idea.”
“I know.” I reined myself back in. He was right; business and pleasure rarely worked. “Agreed.”
He stared down at me. His dark eyes gave nothing away, but it was like he tried to unlock my mind to see if I was hurt or disappointed. Little did he know, I wasn’t like most women. I operated with logic and understanding, but that didn’t mean every single part of me wasn’t going to scream to have him near me.
“Night, Spencer.” He brushed my hair away from my face and leaned in to kiss me on the cheek. I gently kissed the scruff on his jaw. I heard him hiss with a curse.
So, my characters will be getting blue balls in the next scene…
He flipped his hood up and hurried out into the pouring rain. Just as I shut the door, I thought I saw someone across the road.
Go home, Foster.
My heart pounded to the point of pain. I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt so turned on.
I locked the door, poured myself another glass of wine, and hunkered down at my computer. I quickly logged in to the chat, and sure enough, thirty minutes ago the next outline had been sent.
Hey, GW, here you go. If you have any questions, I should be around. If not, I’ll be back tomorrow. Good luck.
Outline for Book Two – Chapters 1-6 details are attached below – Same 3 POVs
Two sex scenes between female cop and her partner. She’s in control, the dom. He lets her, he loves her. Killer watches from outside one of the times.
Victim gets killed over the halfway point of the book.
I want to feel every moment of the kill. Details. Leave nothing out.
Have cops completely confused on who the suspect is. Drop a possible hint it’s someone they know.
I felt a wave of excitement draw my fingers to the keyboard. I clicked on the chapter attachment and dove in.
My skin flushed at the two sex scenes that came to life tonight. Apparently, being sexually frustrated by Blake really amped me up.
At four a.m., I stopped and leaned back to stretch my arms. I re-read my last few sentences and was extremely pleased with the work I had written.
My mind spun with a hundred possible ideas of where I could take the next book, and I was very excited to get the next batch of directions. I tucked my notebook, which carried a few questions to ask Blake when I see him tomorrow, into my bag and took a moment to check over my outfit. I was tired, but I could deal with that. I always did.
Just as I was about to run upstairs, I heard the doorbell tone that indicated he was messaging me.
I shook the mouse to wake the computer and entered my six-digit password.
A: Have you started?
GW: I’ve finished the outline and am 40K in.
A: I’m impressed and tempted to send you the next batch if you think you can handle it. I don’t want to overwhelm you.
I knew he was baiting me, but I couldn’t help it. I was itching for more.
GW: Send me the next six chapters’ worth, and I’ll prove I can handle it.
A: I understand the excitement of starting a new story, and I don’t want to hinder that. Now that book two is almost finished, we do have some time, maybe a week, if you need a break.
I caught my grin in the reflection of the window.
GW: I’m good, unless you need time.
A: You’ll get book three when you send me book two.
Moments later, “A has logged off” met my eyes. He was friendly, but curt.
I spent the day and into the night dreaming about what else I wanted to add to the book. My wheels never stopped turning, and it was hard to turn the voices off once I was deep into a project.
I woke the next morning feeling good about my ideas and ready for what awaited me.
I’d made an annoying agreement with Lisa to go on a date with her co-worker after work. I had to dress up, so I wouldn’t have to come home later. I really should look into getting a car. Walking and Ubers were getting old.