I feel okay about the word count, given that I didn’t get started until 10pm. Getting words in while visiting family is tricky, but I do what I can. I really feel that the story is beginning to shape up now, and that’s making me excited. Even so, there’ve been several rewrites and edits, so I’m still only around 22,000 words of draft. However, I’m feeling pretty good about those 22,000 words, and really, that’s about a third of the way to where I want to be. Not insignificant. 😀
I may or may not have written the first significant kiss tonight. 😉
Disclaimer: This quote is completely unedited and might be entirely different in the final version!
“‘Declan,’ you say while I run my hands over your burning hot, smooth skin. ‘Fuck me,’ you say while I tease you, sticking myself in just a hair, just a little bit, just barely enough for you to know that my cock’s inside you, ready to stab straight in to fill you up.”
My breath hitches and I’m waiting for each new word as he produces it from between his perfect full lips. I squirm in my seat, wanting to touch myself, or even better, wanting him to touch me. To make me feel good, like he did in my bed.
“‘Make me yours,’ you say as I slide in until you’re full of me. Of all I’ve got to give you, every single pulsing inch. And then I fuck you hard, making you mine, and there’s not a single thing you can do about it.” He strokes my forearm with his thumb, without letting me go.
My heart’s pounding like a jackhammer. We’re supposed to be working. I’m supposed to hate him. And still he makes melt into a puddle of my own excitement. Without even thinking, I lean closer, like I’m on autopilot.