Here's a snippet from my WIP, Under the Midnight Moon, the third in the Moonlight series of sweet contemporary romances. It will be published in February.
At six o’clock, Mindy awoke from her nap with a start as the kitchen timer buzzed loudly. She dashed into the kitchen and turned off the oven. Looking at her watch, she realized she had wanted to take a shower and change before dinner. She disappeared into the den and emerged with her shower paraphernalia. Scampering up the steps at a good clip, she collided with Drew, who was exiting the bathroom, wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist, Mindy found herself with her hands on his bare chest and embarrassment creeping up her chest. She stared at the firm muscles and the light covering of blond hair between her fingers. Glancing up she noticed his smooth face.
“Yeah, that scruffy stuff looks better on the guys with dark hair than on me. I think women like to look at that, but would rather kiss a smooth-shaven man,” mischief glittered in his blue eyes.
She giggled. “Probably right.” The tingle shooting up her arms came directly from her fingertips on his chest and she had no intention of removing them quickly. They stood still, facing each other. He placed his hands on her waist.
“Aren’t you getting cold?” She asked.
“Not with you standing so close.” He chuckled.
She ran her hands down his stomach to the towel then back up to his shoulders. He stepped back, holding her away from his body.
“If you’re going to do that…I’m not going to be responsible for my actions.”
"If I don’t let go and get dressed…”
“What? You’ll seduce me?” She asked.
“Ravage you, overcome your will with passion,” he teased.
God, I want him. He’s so…so…sexy. Her mouth went dry as their gazes held. Motionless and silent they stood there, staring. In one quick motion, Drew pushed her to one side and retreated to his bedroom, closing the door. She wiped the sweat off her palms on her pants while trying to bring her breathing back to normal. Mindy stepped into the bathroom and closed the door. One glance in the mirror told her what she didn’t want to know; her cheeks were pink, her face flushed with desire, with need. She peeled her clothes off quickly and jumped into the shower. She could wash the sweat off her body but not the passion for Drew Armstrong out of her heart.