Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Write and Win! Wednesday Writing Prompt

Write and Win! continues this week. All you have to do is write a response to Monday, Wednesday, and Friday's writing prompt and you are automatically entered for a chance to win a copy of It Happens in Threes and a You don't say no to girls T-shirt.

If you haven't written a response to Monday's prompt and shared it, there's still time. You have until Saturday to write all three responses.

Wednesday's prompt: She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't. . .

Have fun and share what you write by posting it back here.


Ceri Hebert June 10, 2009 at 9:01 PM  

She knew she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t help but slide her arms around Josh’s waist. Even under the simmering sun, his skin was cool to the touch, wet from the pool water.

“What are you doing, Stasia?”

Why did his voice shake like that? Yet it held a sexy warmth that she never noticed before. It turned her on.

“Hugging you? Because I want to.”

For a long moment he stood with his arms at his side and she didn’t think he’d return the embrace. Maybe she’d been wrong about him, about them, after all. Maybe all that existed between them was nothing more than friendship, that big brother, little sister thing.

She hated to think she’d spent all this week wondering what it would be like to kiss him only to have him gross out over it.

Then his arms snaked around her body and she heard, as well as felt, the moan deep in his chest. His heart took on a faster, harder beat. She smiled against it, inhaled the fresh, clean scent that lingered on his skin.

“Why?” His whisper came rough and low, emotional.

“No clue. Is this wrong? I could always sto—“

He didn’t let her finish her word. Gently he tipped her chin up and lowered his mouth to hers.

Denise June 10, 2009 at 9:11 PM  

Mmm. Me likes that.

Denise June 11, 2009 at 8:41 AM  

Here's mine.

She knew she shouldn’t, but she . . .

She knew she shouldn’t, but she couldn’t help herself. Dressed in baggy sweats, Jane curled up on the sofa, tucked her feet up underneath her butt, and opened the container of Ghirardelli dark chocolate ice cream. No bowl, just the pint and a very large spoon. After the week she had, oh yeah, she planned on to eat the entire carton of ice cream all by herself in one sitting. She might even lick the lid.

Spoon in hand, Jane dug into the frozen dessert, scooped out a heaping spoonful, and sighed as the cool treat slid down her throat. Heaven. She had the second bite to her lips when someone pounded at her door almost causing her to spill the chocolate. After stuffing the spoon in her mouth, she checked her watch and noted the time. “Ten-thirty.” She scowled at the door. No one she knew would call on her at the late hour and she did not intend to disrupt her self-indulgence.

The loud hammering came again. Jane cringed and ignored the rude and noisy intruder. “Go away,” she muttered and scooped another sinful spoonful into her mouth. Before it it slid coolly all the way down, the obnoxious beating rattled her door and shook her knick-knacks.

“Shoot!” Jane complained and sprung up from the sofa. She stormed over to the door and flung it open to give the idiot on the other side a piece of her mind.

“Listen –” Her words froze on her lips.

A grinning Detective Garrett stood in her entry. Scratch that. Garrett, in his black jeans and maroon Polo shirt filled her doorway with his wide shoulders and strong presence. Jane blinked and swiped at her hair, not that it would improve her frumpy appearance.

What did she care? This man had interrupted her sulk. Anger stirred in her belly and she found her voice. “What do you want?” she barked, offering him a narrow-eyed glare.

Garrett stepped forward, took the spoon from her hand, and helped himself to a bite or her ice cream. Stunned, Jane watched mutely as he put the spoon to his lips, stared transfixed as his beautiful mouth opened and slid the ice cream inside. Her heart kicked into overtime and heat traveled straight to down when he licked the spoon, his gaze never leaving hers, and handed it back to her.


Jane swallowed and wet her own lips.

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