So.  Whatcha think?

I don’t think we could have gotten a better model for Keelie had Keelie herself stepped right off the page.

 

And yeah, Zane looks pretty much like Zane should, too.  But Keelie was going to be a much harder match.

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Here’s a longer excerpt for you guys…

 

“Zane?”

He lifted his head, saw the expression in her eyes.  Doubt, need. The doubt…fuck, he’d have to figure out how to handle that.  The need…that would lay him low.

Lowering his mouth to Keelie’s, he caught her lower lip between his teeth.  Tugged.  “Open,” he said against her lips.

Slow, he told himself again, practically screaming it.  Bracing one fisted hand against the wall, he covered her mouth with his own, shuddered as she arched against him.  Sensation raced through him from head to toe as she sucked lightly at his tongue.

He nudged her thighs wide, settled more firmly against her.

A tremor rippled through her body, the long slim body he held against his own.  Zane fought the urge to pull away and tear every last shred of her clothes away from her.

Instead, he slid one hand under the hem of the skimpy red thing she probably called a sweater and felt the smooth silk of her skin against his palm.  She shivered a little as he stroked higher and when he pulled back, she made a disappointed sound against his lips.

Lifting his head, he looked down her, absently reaching up to nudge his glasses into place.  Then he cupped her cheek in his hand.  Her lashes drooped low, shielding her gaze.

“What are we doing?” he asked, his voice gruff.

Does it matter? Get back to doing it.

The problem was, it mattered way too much.

That slow flushed crept up her neck and now, standing this close to her, he could that it started down low—if he had to make a bet, he’d imagine it started low down on the delicate slopes of her breasts and crept ever higher.  He wanted to have her naked in front of him so he could tease just to see that blush pinked her breasts, her neck, right before he kissed her again.

For a moment, he didn’t think she’d answer and then she angled her chin up, met his eyes dead-on with that cocky attitude she so often showed everybody.

“Isn’t it kind of obvious?”

He pressed his thumb to the wide, soft curve of her lower lip.

Eyes on that curve, he said, “So…what?  You here looking for a quick fuck, Keelie?”

She jerked, tried to pull away.

He didn’t let her, leaning his weight more heavily against her although he knew full well he might be tasting his balls, bloody and broken, in his throat in a moment.

“Back off,” she bit off.

“No.” He dipped his head, rubbed his lips against hers and when she averted her head, his just skimmed them along her lip.  “I’m just trying to see the picture that’s so obvious for you. I mean, I’ve been trying to get you to go out with me for…hell, three years now, if I remember right.”

Three years.  Eight month. Two weeks? Not that he was counting, really.

When she did nothing, said nothing, just watched him with those inscrutable eyes of blue and brown, he leaned in and buried his face against her hair.  Black and white again, the chunks of black framing her face.

“What’s this obvious thing I’m missing, Keelie?” he asked.

Then his eyes just about crossed, because instead of outright answering, she twined long, long legs around him and arched, pressing the heat of her sex against him and rocked.  “This…” That pink flush rode her cheeks, hotter now, brighter, while her eyes practically glittered at him.  “This.  Isn’t it obvious what’s going on?”

Zane couldn’t help it.  He caught her hips in his hands, his fingers digging into the curve of her ass as he leaned into her and rocked against her, hard, fast.  Once, twice.

She shuddered and met him.  And when he stopped, she whimpered.

He slid a hand up, closed it over her throat.  The mad beat of her pulse against his palm drove him insane.  He wanted to cover that fragile bit of skin with his mouth and bite down, suck on her skin until she shivered and whispered his name.

Instead, he said, “There are a lot of names for what this is.  A quick fuck, like I mentioned.  Keelie, that’s easy and either one of us can get it anyway.  I’ll be honest…that’s not what I want from you.”

She stiffened in his arms, the long, strong legs she’d wrapped around him easing down until she was standing on her feet before him.  He already missed the solid warmth of her weight.

Her voice, when it came, was hard and flat.  “Fine.”

 

 

Humiliation burned in her.

Rejection turned her blood to ice while her skin shrank down about two sizes too small.

She wanted to sink into the floorboards, turn into something thin and vaporous so she could just disappear.

Pushing against his chest, she focused on the navy blue polo.  “Then how about you let me go, huh?  My mistake.”

The hand on her throat didn’t move.

It should have felt threatening.

But the feel of him touching her just made her melt that much more…and it was now a heavy ache inside because he—

His lips brushed her ear.

“You want to know what I want from you?” he asked, the words velvet, stroking over her like a caress.

Keelie closed her hands into fists to keep from reaching for him. He was messing with her.  It pissed her off—and, to her disgust, it hurt.  It almost felt like a betrayal, too, because she hadn’t expected to see this in Zane.

“Back off,” she warned, putting an edge into her voice and preparing herself to make him back off.  So what if he had some moves on him?  He hadn’t seen her moves yet.  Not really.

“I want…” He slid his hand down from her throat, to rest on her chest, fingers spread wide where it rested above her heart.  “This.”

The simplicity of the gesture stunned her into passivity.

She held still as he lifted his head and stared down at her.

She blinked, not moving, as he continued to stand there, his hand on her chest.  “I want five minutes of your time…over a cup of coffee.  A hour for lunch.  I want you to pick up the phone when I call, talk with me for while,” he said, staring into her eyes while the blue-green of his gaze cut into her.

Then he leaned in and pressed a hot, open-mouthed kiss to her chest, just above the neckline of her sweater.  “I want to peel your clothes away, learn each and every one of these insanely sexy tattoos…each tattoo, and the reason behind them.  I want to know what makes you laugh, and I want to know what makes you mad.  I want to know what sort of book you’re reading whenever I’m in the office—I’ve asked, but you always toss it down when I walk by and you never answer me.”

His breath was a caress on her flesh and she broke out into goosebumps.

Her heart raced in her chest and she couldn’t even begin to understand why there was a knot in her chest.

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