As I revealed to my Bookalicious Babes book group (if you’re not a member yet, please join!), I received a nibble on my manuscript for The Colors of Us. I’ve had my eye on this publisher for a while and would be thrilled to work with them. *fingers crossed*
To celebrate the small victory, I’m posting a tease from The Colors of Us. Here, Hunter shows Michelle how to wrap her hands for boxing lessons …
Returning her smile, he continued the lesson. “After you slide your hands into the opening, you’ll wind the long strap around your fingers and wrist like this.” Holding her fingers in his hand, he wound the dangling strap around her palm and over her knuckles. “You want to protect the part of your hand that meets the bag.” He stepped closer as he slipped the strap around the base of her thumb. Brushing his fingertips against the sensitive area just below the fleshy part of her palm, a shiver shot up her arm traveling to her belly. His warm breath ghosted her face as he circled the end of the strap around her wrist and secured the Velcro tab. Before she knew it, strong fingers captured her left hand and guided her arm to the warmth between their bodies. She itched to graze her fingers along his muscled chest, capturing his heat with her palm. Her gaze bounced to his neck and stubbled jaw which clenched as he slid the other wrap over her hand. Slowly wrapping her other wrist, he secured the strap and held both of her gloved hands in his.
“Make a fist,” he said huskily.
Tightening her hands into a ball, she tucked her thumb inside her fingers like he showed her at the gym.
He squeezed her fists. “They look good. You’re a badass.”
Michelle snorted. “A badass in pink.”
“Let’s see what you got. Show me some upper cuts. Right here.” He tapped his abs.
“You want me to hit you?” She giggled.
“Sure. I can take it.”
Turning her palms up, she made a fist and alternated soft punches into his belly. His rock-hard belly. Each strike made her aware of how alive he made her feel. The force of impact sent ripples up his tight shirt, awakening the planes of his muscular form. She gulped back the desire to open her fists and run her fingertips along the line of each thick muscle.
His hands came to rest on her forearms halting her movement. The pads of his thumbs lightly brushing the sensitive skin near the underside of her elbow. Michelle’s eyes flashed to his. A fire brewed deep in his eyes as he stared back. Her gaze flicked from his eyes to his lips and back. Hunter stepped between her legs nudging her back against the wall next to the mural. His thigh warmed the spot between her legs. She closed her eyes and choked back a groan, wanting, no, needing to grind her heat on his leg. Raising her arms above, he pinned them against the wall on either side of her head. His scent flooded her senses as she lifted her chin to close the gap between them.
“I’m trying like hell not to kiss you.” Hunter straightened his back but didn’t loosen his grip on her arms.
Oh, Hunter. As Sebastian sings in The Little Mermaid: “Go on and kiss the girl”
That song will be in your head all day. You can thank me later. LOL
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