YAY! The Last Ship premieres tonight and I’m
very excited! In other television news, it's definitely summer and I've only
got two active shows going until later this evening.
Wynonna Earp is crazy good. I need to watch this week's
episode, but last week's twist caught me off guard. In a totally great way.
Orphan Black's lead-in to the finale proved excellent as
always. Rachel continues to grate on my nerves, but kudos to her for playing
Evie Cho and outmaneuvering her with such brutal precision. And, of course, the
surprise at the end made the episode kick ass awesome.
I started a rewatch
of Babylon 5 and Strike Back. I know, opposite ends of the spectrum but both are
terrific shows. I need to find something else to watch after these. Any suggestions…
let me know.
Tonight's post is
from Muddy Up the Waters, a novella that got a start with a two word prompt of
"That's right".
Here's the
mini-blurb:
Fiona and Warrick can't quite get their timing together long
enough to be on the same page when it comes to making a commitment. Instead
they expend their energy on playing a game of who can hurt who the most… until
one decides enough is enough.
And a preview snippet…
He expected the kiss when it
came, but not the intense backwash of emotion that smacked him in the face.
Yeah, Fiona usually got him revved and ready in record time, but her mouth
worked magic on his lips. She gave freely and poured soul into the embrace.
Definitely unexpected.
Fiona did smoking hot sex. She
did fast and dirty and out of this world. She did not throw exposure of her
feelings into the mix. She always held back, kept a barrier around her heart.
But the way she kissed him, right
now? Full-on physical contact with a lot of something more? Blew his mind.
His fingers tangled in her hair
and he fully engaged. Each brush of her tongue against his kicked up the lust
and love flowing through his brain. He didn't even realize they were moving
until her back hit the wall and she pushed up onto her toes to wrap her legs
around his waist. Warrick quickly grabbed two handfuls of her ass and carried
her to the nearest flat surface—the window seat in the middle of the exterior
wall. Perching on the edge, he continued moving his mouth over hers, but the
painful throb of his cock became a distraction.
He eased away from her. "Fi,
a little help here." His gaze dropped to the hard outline nestled against
the apex of her thighs.
She blinked, her eyes dazed with
passion. "What? Oh. Yeah, no problem." With fumbling fingers, Fiona
popped the button of his jeans and dragged the zipper down.
He lifted his hips, giving her
room to shove the denim past his hips. He breathed a sigh of relief, until she
circled her fingers around the rigid flesh. Damn. He couldn't wait to be inside
her.
He groaned and slid his hands
under the waistband of her leggings. "God, I need you." Pushing the
material down, he lowered the pants.
She wriggled back, kicking one
leg free then scooting forward and lifting up to sink down over his shaft. The
heated, slick warmth enveloping his dick felt like home and he never wanted to
leave. Digging his fingers into her thighs, he exhaled slowly, fighting to stay
in control.
Fiona made a satisfied hum.
"Mmm. You feel so damned good." Her hips rocked forward and her head
fell back.
He moved a hand to her nape,
tipping her chin forward. "Not gonna last, Fi. It's been too long."
He held her gaze, tilting his pelvis upward.
She sucked in a breath.
"Don't care. More later." Grasping his shoulders, she bucked against
his groin.
Warrick gave her full rein,
letting her set the pace. More later meant she'd stick around… at least for the
night.
Gotta say, I had no
clue where this one was headed until recently, but this scene poured out in one
sitting. J
That's it for this
week.
Cheers!
Skye
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