Excerpt - Mischief In The Dark |
Will wasted no time in sweeping off his cape and wrapping it around her, his hands lingering on her shoulders. He smelled incredible, a combination of soap and aftershave and man. “I...thanks.” “My pleasure.” He cleared his throat and stepped back. Shari turned to face him, and they had an awkward moment. They both chuckled. She bit her bottom lip and cast a quick glance toward the door. “Maybe we should start banging on the damn thing. I really don’t do well in confined places.” “Claustrophobic?” “Just a little.” Unable to help herself, she glanced around the dimly lit hallway. The fact that she couldn’t hear anything besides the sound of their breathing was less than reassuring. Even the music had finally stopped. “Don’t suppose you have a cell phone.” He shook his head. “Doubtful we’d get a signal anyway. It’ll be fine, though, don’t worry. The haunted house doesn’t close for another couple of hours and—” The power went out as if a switch had been flipped, plunging them into complete darkness. With a squeak, Shari launched herself in Will’s general direction. He caught her, crushing her in his arms as if he were as freaked out as she. They stood there, listening for any sounds that would assure them they weren’t alone. Nothing but dead silence. “Talk about fuckin’ creepy,” he whispered against her temple. “Great, thanks. Like I’m not scared enough.” “Sorry. Just starting to feel like we’re stuck in some bad horror film.” “Okay, you’re not allowed to talk anymore.” Will chuckled as he rubbed her back, up and down, relaxing her. She closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh. He smelled so wonderful, she was sorely tempted to lean in closer and get a big whiff. Holy man, was she turned on. Naughty thoughts began to run rampant through her sex-starved mind. Whoa, girl. Shari cleared her throat and leaned back a bit. “I’m sorry. You must think I’m a big baby.” “I think you’re beautiful,” he replied in a near whisper. And although they were entombed in complete blackness, she could feel his gaze on her like a hot caress, warming her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Come on, Shari, live a little. You’re well rid of that man. Time to think about yourself for a change. Damn right. And let’s face it, when would an opportunity like this ever arise again? Not to mention she was a teensy bit scared of the dark. What better way to alleviate her fears than sex with a stranger? A very willing stranger if the boner growing against her belly was any indication. She slid her arms around his neck and purred, “Such a gentleman. Don’t suppose we can change that?” He chuckled again, the sound deep and sexy as hell. “Oh, I think that could be arranged.” |
