Today I'm switching it up a bit...for the last four week's I've posted snippets from my current Untitled Paranormal WIP. Today I bring you a tease from my lesbian romance....Sinful Desires.
“That he is,” Roxanne replied. When Kennedy spoke she thought of cowboys, wide open spaces, and rodeos. “So, the accent. Are you from Texas?”
Kennedy shook her head. “Georgia actually.”
“Land of peaches. Love it.” Roxanne looked at her watch again. “Ugh, I have to run. Tell Artie that lunch was great as usual.” She tossed a few bills on the table to cover her check, and then slipped a large bill into the front pocket of Kennedy’s apron, keeping her hand there longer than necessary. “If you ever get over my way, stop by the club. Tell the bouncer that Roxy extended a personal invitation to you, and he’ll wave the cover charge.” The other woman cleared her throat and Roxanne stepped back. Roxanne loved to push her boundaries, but she knew when to back off, too.
“Really?” Kennedy locked gazes with her.
The simple look of innocence was all it took, and Roxanne was smitten despite her early inner conversation about it being too soon to move on. Her head was screaming for her to just walk away, let things along, but her wounded heart was crying to reach out. “Really,” she said and lifted her hand to stroke Kennedy’s cheek in a playful manner with her fingers. The young woman didn’t shy away from her touch, and Roxanne couldn’t help but grin. “No matter what you might have been told, we’re not all vultures around here.”
She only glanced back once as she exited the deli and saw Kennedy palm her cheek where her fingers had been only moments before. Their eyes met for the briefest moment, and Roxanne’s body became a tingling mass of excitement, the sensation of infatuation strong within her.
She closed her eyes and broke the connection between them. “See you later, Georgia,” she whispered to the wind as she shut the door behind her. She didn’t want to put herself out there again so soon, but she’d seen something in Kennedy’s eyes that stirred up her inner feelings. The way the young woman touched her own cheek made Roxanne believe she’d felt the connection, too. With her own heart on the mend, Roxanne knew she had to be careful. She didn’t want to rush into things and do something she’d regret later, like pursue the timid blonde as nothing more than a rebound.