Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Sexy Without the Sex - On the Fairway

This excerpt is from On the Fairway (not yet published). I just started writing this a few days ago. I wrote this scene and thought I'd share.
Heath Otts works for a golf course doing greens maintenance. He likes his job, enjoys the people and doesn't complain about how early he has to get up in the morning. One day, his boss asks him to drop some pink gravel at the clubhouse. It was delivered to them by mistake. While there, he meets Essa Jaymes. She impulsively invites him to a charity auction the next day, as her date. He gets coerced into joining the auction as one of the bachelors. The winning bid for him is the highest they've ever had--$10,000.
Heath & Essa start dating and he goes to her house for breakfast one morning.

Essa took his hand. “I never had to do without. I was very lucky. When my mom left, it was a relief. She isn't a good person, not like Tori. I've been very fortunate my entire life and I know it. That's why I do these events. It's a chance to make rich people feel guilty enough to spend money on something like a bachelor auction so that I can give the money to local charities.”
Tori said you didn't have to drive up the cost on account of her.”
Essa laughed, tossing her head. “I know. It wasn't because of her, it was because of the harpies. Those women are horrible.” She shuddered. “They would have expected favors.”
Oh, you mean I couldn't just strut my stuff and pole dance for 'em?” He flexed his arm, striking a silly pose. He hopped up, doing a ridiculous, but sexy, dance.
Essa's heart fluttered as she watched his hips gyrate in a slow, sensual circle. She could imagine him naked, aroused— Blinking hard, she tried to get that image out of her mind. Tasty as it would be, she'd never been the type of girl to leap into bed with a man. The one time she did, she'd ended up burned.
She moaned softly, watching him dance. Heath stopped mid-thrust, arms over his head, hips aimed at her.
Oh, girl. . . . Don't make that sound.”
What sound?” She sighed again, a little moan following it.
That sound,” he said. “Goes straight south,” he admitted, stepping closer. “Makes me forget I'm a gentleman and want to do bad things to you.”
Essa's breath caught as she saw the expression in his eyes change. What had been playful seconds ago, suddenly turned seductive. She had to admit, it excited her. Lightheaded, slightly dizzy, she allowed him to draw her into his arms. He started a slow, sultry dance to music she had playing softly in the background. His hips brushed across hers as he spun her in a tight circle. She could feel his desire, mirroring her own. Did she dare give in to her passion? Could she?
Heath dipped her, swinging her in a low arc, his legs supporting them, his arms holding her weight. She gave into gravity, arching her back. His arms circled her, lifting her languidly. His mouth dove between her breasts. Exhaling, he held her close. He didn't kiss her, merely let his breath play sensuously across her skin.
Essa shivered, closing her eyes. He held her a moment longer before raising her upright. Still close, his knee went between her legs, pressing up ever so gently. Her toes barely touched the floor as he pressed again, harder. It felt so impossibly good, she could barely stand it. She felt herself teeter on the verge of—something, when he stopped.
Gasping with frustration, she opened her eyes. Heath's gaze wasn't on her, it was focused on something in the distance. His body tensed and he pulled her away from the window.
Is there a way into the main house?”
Yes. Why?”
Go. Now,” he commanded.

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