So, seeing as though I've got writers block, I'm writing a few short stories (I don't know whether to classify them as drabble – confused face - ) to the shuffle on my iTunes. Hope you enjoy them, 'cause they're actually helping me a bit.
Fall For You – Secondhand Serenade
He caught her, flipping her onto her back. And she was looking at him, face flushed and beautiful eyes wide. Her arms were strong and soft, trapped under his own. Her breath left in a rush, and she licked her lips.
"Nice tackle, babe," he hoped she understood. And then his lips were on her, locked onto silky, pink lips, and wet, strong tongue. It was like nothing he'd felt before. Why hadn't he tried this before? She was warm and her skin was heaven. He held in a groan as he slid his hands along her now bare stomach. She was heaven.
A sound caught his attention a moment before the bedroom door opened. It was her grandma. He withheld his insults, curses raging in his head. And he knew that the only reason he'd ever stop was for her.
"He was showing me a self-defense move," if only she knew. If she knew that she should be defending herself against him, as his hands itched to feel her again. And then the grandma had to say the only thing that could get his mind off of his woman.
"I wouldn't mind knowing some self-defense."
His skin crawled, "If she wasn't your grandmother I'd shoot her." And that was the truth.
Italics: Hot Six, page 170-171, Janet Evanovich,