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This is my twenty-fifth week on this blog hop. Just a little heads up. I might not be around much until mid-July. I have a number of events, graduations, baby showers, etc. taking up a lot of me time, on top of working a few projects. I sent Resistant back to my editor yesterday, I’m working through what I hope is my last read-through of Saying Goodbye, I am back to writing OUTCAST, and I’m tentatively working on a new paranormal romance series. My brain seems to be on overdrive this month.
I’m continuing this week with an excerpt from my current romance WIP, Resistant. Resistant is a romance set in the middle of the zombie apocalypse. I going to continue to share from this novel until August, then I’m going to shift gears for a while. I’m not sure what I’m going to switch to as of yet.
Everything is still moving in a timely manner, which means that I’m still looking for Resistant to go on sale in August or September.
Anyway, on to the excerpt. This scene is a continuation from my last post. This one is a bit short because I want to build your anticipation to what is coming. I hope you enjoy it. J
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Our lovemaking from there was slow and sensual, and I was coming in minutes, but he wasn’t which disappointed me greatly. He stopped moving once my orgasm past. I kept my eyes closed, fearing something bad was about to happen. Above me, he shifted slightly, fiddled with his jacket, then said my name.
Reluctantly I looked up at him.
“I love you. I know I have said it before, but I can’t stop telling you. I don’t want you to ever be unsure about it…ever.”
“Daniel, I…” was all I could get out. He raised his hand and between his fingers was a white gold band with four small diamonds set inside, not tiny, minuscule diamonds, but diamonds just big enough to make the ring look dainty, elegant, and perfect.
“I know we don’t have priests or preachers anymore. I know there is no one official who can legally preform the ceremony, but I still want you to marry me. Will you marry me?”
I began to cry, of course.
“Oh, baby, please don’t cry,” he said softly and kissed me gently. When I didn’t stop crying, though, he began to move inside me. Slowly at first, then faster and harder. My tears vanished instantly as my pleasure in what he was doing grew. Before I could come again, he stopped and said, “You didn’t answer me.”
I moaned in disappointment and tried to move under him, wanting the friction, needing to come one more time.
“Answer me, and I’ll give you what you want.”
I nodded my head.
He eased out to the point that the only thing that was in me was his head. “What was that?”
“Yes,” I began to say as he inched his way back inside me. I arched up so that he could go deeper, but his movements were more of a tease and not enough to send me over the edge.
“Say it again,” he said and pulled from me again.
“Yes,” I said, and he slammed into me. Over and over again he did this and each time he filled me I said yes until I was screaming out my second orgasm and he his first. As he shot into me, he smiled down at me in satisfaction. Minutes later, his penis went soft inside me, but he didn’t pull out. Instead, he leaned on one arm, held up the hand with the ring in it, and asked me to hold up my hand so he could put the ring on it.
I knew we needed to sit up, needed to get back on watch, but I wanted to stay that way forever, our bodies linked, our sweat mingling, him looking at me as if I were his world. As if sensing what I was feeling, he leaned down and kissed me passionately.
“I love you,” he said and pulled from me. With a handkerchief he pulled from his pocket, he cleaned me the best he could. Briefly, I wondered if the handkerchief had snot or something equally gross on it, but figured if it had, he wouldn’t be using it, then I wondered what a man his age was doing carrying around a handkerchief. The only people I knew that carried them were old men and men in suits, and I thought the ones in the suits were for show.
Sitting up, I looked out the window at the world around us and was shocked to see a herd of zombies ambling by not five feet from us. We had to have been making noise, rocking the truck, but they didn’t seem to have noticed us. Whatever had them entranced had a tight hold on them.
“That is so creepy,” I said, pulling on my panties and pants.
“What, seeing dead people move so roboticly or us having sex while they pass us by?”
“Both I guess. Not that the sex wasn’t good or that I regret your question.” I looked down lovingly at my ring.
He chuckled and buckled his pants, then turned his attention to the radio.
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