Excerpt- When Petals Fall


© Copyright Marissa Scott, 2008.

“You don’t mind if I cut in, do you?” purred a feminine voice. Lizzie looked over her shoulder, and got slapped back into reality when she saw Amber Worthington standing behind her. The bimbo stood there dressed in a super short, skintight skirt that barely covered what she so obviously wanted to flaunt. Her low-cut shirt so tight her fake breasts nearly popped out of the V-neck. The woman had a body made for sin and Lizzie had the body of a teenager. If she had one-fourth of what the other woman had up top, she wouldn’t feel nearly as inadequate as she felt right now.

Amber’s timing really sucked. She should let Amber have her turn. Maybe it was for the best. But, damn it, it didn’t feel right. Not for her.

As she started to step out of his embrace, Jake’s arms tightened, holding her close. She glanced up, unable to see past the underside of his clean shaven chin as he said, “Maybe some other time.”

Amber was not a woman to let a minor thing like rejection slow her down. Beyond a fleeting expression of shock, she didn’t give any sign she was discouraged. “I’ll hold you to that.” The sway of her hips as she walked away was designed to have any red blooded man panting. If Jake was panting, he as doing a good job hiding it. She watched his face as they danced, her feet automatically taking the appropriate steps as she mentioned with feigned nonchalance, “You could have danced with her, you know.”

“I didn’t want to.”

“Why not?”

He pulled her closer, spun her around quickly in a half circle then flashed her a killer grin that had her heart leaping in her chest and told her, “I’m dancing with you.”

“She’s after you, you know.”

He shrugged a shoulder.

“Oh come on, Jake. You’re not the least bit interested?”


“Why not?”

He raised a brow. “What?”

It was her turn to shrug a shoulder. “Why aren’t you interested?”

“She’s not my type.”

“She doesn’t need to be your type to have sex with her.”

“I’m a grown man, Lizzie. As much as I appreciate your looking out for my interests, I know what I want. The only one I’m interested in is you.”

“Oh. Well.” What was she supposed to say to that? She couldn’t think of a thing.

“Yeah. Oh.” When she didn’t respond, he asked, “Do you have a problem with that?”

Did she? She shook her head accepting the truth. “No.”


“I just feel the need to remind you that we’re not exclusive.”

He sighed. “So you keep saying.”

“That means that either of us can go out with anyone at any time.”

“I appreciate that.”

Argh. The man drove her crazy. “Are you trying to frustrate me?”

“I was, but Amber interrupted,” he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

Argh, again. “I didn’t mean sexually.”

He tightened his arm around her, dipped her, and with wicked grin told her, “Now that’s a shame.”

“You should have danced with her.”

“If I’d wanted to, I would have.”

“People are going to think we’re back together if you don’t dance with anyone else.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“What’s wrong with that?” she asked incredulously. Was he daft? “Everything is wrong with that.”

He tipped up her chin and met her gaze. “Do you really care what people think?”

“No, but I don’t want them to think you’re taken.”

“Works for me.”

“Damn it, Jake. We are not exclusive.”

“You know, darlin’, I heard what you said the first time. Doesn’t mean I have to agree. What I really think is that you’re trying to hide what’s going on between us.”

“There is no ‘us’ to hide.”

“That’s where you’re wrong.”

“I’m n—”

He placed a finger across her lips, effectively cutting her off. “Yes, you are. You know it, and I know it. So why don’t you just stop denying it, let go, and have a good time?”

“Well, I…” She was denying it. It was an effort at self-preservation. An ineffective one, but a way of protecting herself from him. From herself. From what they were together. She let out a breath and relaxed against him. What was the point in fighting the inevitable?

“Did you want to dance outside, under the stars?”

“No.” God no. If they went somewhere private, somewhere they would be alone, somewhere romantic, she’d lose the last of her inhibitions. She needed to stay focused. “I’m fine here.”

“Relax,” he said as he pulled her close again, “and enjoy.”

Lizzie sighed. He was so stubborn, and there was nothing she could do about it now unless she wanted to argue with him. Again. And she was just plain tired of arguing with him, of fighting her feelings. So, damn it, she was going to linger in the seductive sway of his body. It had been seven years since she had danced like this with Jake. She was going to savor every second in his arms.

His hand slid from the small of her back and up her spine in a sensual caress. And just like that the tingles were back, sparking awareness with the slightest of touches. Lizzie wrapped her arm tighter around his waist and he pulled their clasped hands to his chest. She snuggled deeper into his embrace, she closed her eyes, and let her mind shut down and her body take over.

The music faded into the background, and when Jake rested his cheek on the top of her head and shifted to pull her impossibly closer, everything and everyone else faded away. It was as if they were the only two people in the universe, dancing in their own little seductive cocoon.

Despite the lazy movement of the dance, his heartbeat beneath her ear was as rapid as her own. A tingle started at the pit of her stomach and moved lower to become a throbbing ache. His erection pressed into her stomach, and with every sensuous slide of his body against hers, she wanted nothing more than to touch it, stroke it, ride it. Just the thought of his thick cock sliding in and out of her pussy had moisture pooling at the apex of her thighs. She could imagine how glorious it would feel, going over the edge, his cock pulsing inside her as she hurtled toward release. She wanted to feel that. Now. With him. Good grief! The man had seduced her without saying a word.

A cool breeze blew over her as Jake turned her, and she welcomed the refreshing chill.

He kissed the side of her neck. She tilted her head away, “Jake, someone might see.”

“No one’s going to see a thing,” he growled as the door clicked shut.


One Response to “Excerpt- When Petals Fall”

  1. Saturday Ramblings / The Bradford Bunch Says:

    […] p.s. There’s an excerpt up of my unpublished works but recently revised When Petals Fall at Great Scotts. […]

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