Every Sunday I share Six Sentences from one of my books or current WIP
“I’m terrible at this.”
“Mm, I don’t know about that,” Beth said. Sweeping the tips of her fingers along his jaw, she pulled herself into his lap. Tristan’s hands settled around her waist, and he began to explore under her shirt.
“I’m not much of a heartthrob,” he admitted even while he tugged her pants off her hips, exposing the lace of her panties to the world.
Leaning closer, Beth brushed her lips against his ear. Tristan shivered below her, his hands clasping to her ass as if for guidance. “It’s not my heart I want you to throb right now.”