This excerpt really fell
into both categories. I love the dialogue in it, but it's a little
hot too. I wrote this book in four days (June 25 - 29, 2014) and I'm
quite proud of how it came out. It's a little romance, a little
action, a fun read. I fell for the character, Austin. He's just
adorable.
Austin is an actor in a
sci-fi show, an American attempt at a Doctor Who spin-off. Liat is
his current companion. They find themselves greatly attracted to one
another, but haven't quite gotten together yet.
Austin dressed in loose
fitting jeans and ratty T-shirt. Walking around barefoot, he enjoyed
the deep pile carpet. A lunch of Naomi and Dexter's leftovers filled
him up. He sipped a single beer and watched Farscape on DVD. He
didn't watch much television, but he loved to run marathons of
favorite TV shows. He was deep into season one when someone knocked
at his door. He paused the show and opened the door.
Liat stood there, grinning.
"Mind if I join you?" She also was wearing jeans and a
baggy shirt.
"Love for you to. I've
been watching John Crichton whilst deciding whether or not to take a
nap."
"Can I interest you in
something other than a nap?" She tugged his belt loops, pulling
him close.
Austin smiled down at her,
putting his hands on her waist. "I'd like that. I'd love to hope
it involves getting naked."
Liat playfully pushed him
away. "I've known you since Thursday."
"So, that's a no."
"That's a be patient."
Holding her waist, he walked
backwards toward the couch. He sat down, pulling her down to straddle
his lap.
"After all the sights
I've shown you. Super novas in the beta quadrant."
"That was just the
lightbulb going in one of the lamps."
"Meteor shower in Sol
Bea."
"Styrofoam rocks hurled
at us from the catwalk."
"Bloody hell, I'm
useless."
"Almost entirely,"
she replied, pushing him back against the couch.
"Well, the question
burning in everyone's mind, is this. How much of the last three days
may we count as dates?"
She climbed off his lap,
sitting close beside him. "Hmm. . . . We can count dinner the
first night."
"How about the snogging
in my trailer."
"Mm, no."
"But I want to count
it."
"Why?"
"Because it was such
fun. And now, may we include now?"
"Maybe. Depends upon
what you want to do."
"I'm a thirty-two year
old man in a room with the most beautiful woman in the world. What do
you think I want to do?" He loomed over her, his face mere
inches from hers.
"Play Trivial Pursuit?"
"Not even close."
He smiled as his lips brushed her cheek.
"We're having dinner
with my parents soon."
"And?" He nosed
her hair, his tongue tickling her ear.
"And, if we do anything
inappropriate—Daddy will know."
He fell back, lying on the
couch. "Dammit, that's done it."
"What?"
"The cock block I
needed after the first time I kissed you. There it is. Your father
will castrate me if I even think of shagging you." He groaned,
putting a pillow over his face. He pressed against it as if trying to
suffocate himself.
Liat pulled the pillow away,
laughing at him. "Daddy won't kill you."
"He'll want to. Believe
me. My first girlfriend's father threatened me with a cleaver."
"Why?"
"Thought I was having
my way."
"Were you?"
Austin chuckled, pouting
saucily. "Yes. He had every right to threaten me. I was being
very inappropriate."
"Have you
been—inappropriate a lot?"
He shrugged, shaking his
head against the couch. "Let's see. I'm thirty-two, been
active—a good few years. Maybe ten girls in all that time? About
that. Why?"
She wouldn't answer. Austin
touched her cheek.
"I'm not like him,"
he told her. "I don't run about sticking it to every woman I
meet. No one night stands, no fly by night affairs. I can't say I've
always had the best sense where women are concerned. But I think my
taste has improved considerably over the last three days or so."
"You're wickedly
charming, you know. Virtually irresistible."
He struggled to a sitting
position. "Virtually, not completely?"
"Completely. I didn't
want to seem slutty."
"Never."
His lips brushed hers once
more, before drifting down her throat. He nibbled her earlobe,
licking behind it. His breath was hot, his tongue rough on her soft
skin.
Liat shivered, leaning into
him, her breasts pressing against his chest temptingly. Austin let
his mouth drop to the curve of her shoulder as his hands slid up her
sides. Long, lean fingers teased her breasts, not quite touching
them. She shivered again as his mouth met hers. She knew she was
letting it go too far, but she couldn't seem to find the strength to
tell him no. Even thinking about dinner with her parents didn't
sufficiently put the brakes on.
It felt so perfect in his
arms. He could kiss like no one else she'd ever met and it made her
wonder, again, what sex with him would be like. She wanted to know,
wanted to grasp his lean hips with both hands and clamp down tight.
"Someone's at the
door," Austin gasped when he heard the latch click. "Fuck!"
Dwight stepped in carrying
another suit and shirt. He stopped halfway through the door when he
saw Austin and Liat. She was on her back on the couch. Austin lay
partly on top of her, between her legs. Their clothing was on, but
they were obviously well on their way to getting naked.
"Ooops," Dwight
said. "I am so sorry! I had no idea. You're the first woman he's
had up here," he babbled. "I'm so used to just coming in
and out. I live across the hall. . . ."
Liat started laughing. "It's
okay, Dwight. We probably shouldn't be doing this anyway."
"But it's such a
smashing idea, we were anyway," Austin concluded. "Until
you showed up."
"You now have an
effective cock block," Dwight replied, smugly. "Imagine me
walking in and seeing your lovely ass in the air. See what that does
for you." He winked, hung the suit and shirt on the back of the
door, and left.
© 2014 Dellani Oakes
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