Sunday, October 31, 2010
Six Sentence Sunday: Halloween Edition!
“I will have to go around the back to get to you,” Katy shouted down to the man stuck behind lane four. “I can’t drag you out through the pinsetter.”
He did not answer. A jagged stab of panic ripped into her, her unease growing.
“Are you still with me?”
“I will always be with you.”
His throaty declaration sparked delicious little sizzles of anticipation and sent them rippling through her. The sexy, masculine promise warmed her skin, as if his hot breath whispered across flesh wet from the touch of his lips.
“How in blazes did you get down there?”
“You’re very demanding, Katrina.”
She bristled at the undercurrent of amusement in his tone. “Listen, bud. If this is some kind of Halloween prank—”
“Enough, sweetling. Come to me now.”
The knowing, commanding edge in his tone—coupled with the blazing promise of sexual heat and the offhand way he’d tossed the endearment—should have fired her ready indignation. Yet, curiosity held her still. Despite the annoyance that flared like the clang of an alarm, she remained more drawn to this man--or whatever he was--than likely was good for her.
Sweetling. She loved that. She wrapped the word-caress around her like the silken flutter of a scarf.
“Come,” he repeated, the order tighter, more urgent and clipped.
She’d heard that command from him before, when he’d tortured her writhing body to the brink of orgasm.
But now she sensed his seductive voice fading, weaker than even a moment ago.