Wednesday Words: Architecture This

Another Wednesday, which means time for Kiss of Death’s #1lineWed over on Twitter. Today’s theme is all about opening windows, closing doors, skyscrapers, and castles. It all counts. For those who don’t want spoilers on this WIP, I’ll warn you that this is the first kiss. Proceed at your own discretion.
Zeta paused to look around. A royal blue canopy dotted with stars spread high above them and the moon glistened off the skyscrapers of downtown Rio de Janeiro. She’d studied Brodie’s boat as they strolled the long dock toward it. The vessel was old and a part of her brain wondered if it could be considered an antique, then wondered how old it had to be in order to be labeled antique. It didn’t have the slick lines of modern yachts and she was glad. This boat fit the man in the tight tee and the white chambray shirt he wore over it.

Brodie settled her on the stern, on a lounger stacked with a foam mattress and a bunch of pillows. He ducked down to the built-in cooler. He’d stocked it with beer and ice before heading ashore. Snagging two bottles, he popped the tops and offered Zeta one. Her gaze remained fixed on the skyline but she wrapped her fingers around the sweaty bottle. Brodie’s whole body stiffened, then he inhaled as most of his blood rushed to just below his belt.

“Why do people move to cities?” she mused, her voice a low murmur.

She wasn’t looking at him but he shrugged anyway. “No clue. I like the wide lonesome.”

“Too many people. Too many buildings.”

“Yup.” He settled on the lounge beside her, and matched his gaze to hers. She turned to study him and her scrutiny felt like a rough caress—one that ruffled his wolf’s fur.

Her face was illuminated by the moonlight and her skin all but glowed beneath the silver rays. Brodie cupped her cheek with one hand and she stiffened. He stared into her eyes, trying to decipher what he saw lurking in their depths. What was she thinking? More important, what was she feeling? So often, when he glanced her way, she looked blank like she had no capacity for emotions. He’d overheard her explanation to Lenn. As soon as he had a private moment, he’d run a computer search. He’d find out what was wrong with Zeta. He’d find out how to fix her.

She was his. He knew it in the very marrow of his bones. She was his and he would claim her. No matter what.
“Why do you look at me like this?” Her voice was the barest whisper and she wet her lips before speaking.
Brodie caught the movement in his peripheral vision as he held her eyes. “Because you’re mine and I’m going to kiss you now.”

She kept her eyes open as Brodie leaned closer. Her heart stuttered—not in fear but anticipation and she understood none of it. Then his lips touched hers. Dry. Firm. Insistent. It was too much. She closed her eyes. It wasn’t enough.

Her arms slipped around his neck and she opened her mouth. He deepened the kiss. Her eyelids fluttered, then remained closed. She sighed and the sound was swallowed by the kiss. Something inside her tore a tiny bit and a hint of moonlight teased the darkness surrounding her heart.
That’s it for today. If you have some architecture snippets to build on, feel free to share. If not, I hope you enjoy today’s offering.

About Silver James

I like walks on the wild side and coffee. Lots of coffee. Warning: My Muse runs with scissors. Author of several award-winning series--Moonstruck, Nightriders MC, The Penumbra Papers, and Red Dirt Royalty (Harlequin Desire) & other books! Purveyor of magic, mystery, mayhem and romance. Lots and lots of romance.
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4 Responses to Wednesday Words: Architecture This

  1. Nope. No spoilers. But maybe I’ll just read a little… SQUEE! I can’t wait to read this!

    I’ve got nothing this morning that wouldn’t be a spoiler for SU, so I’m gonna have to pass.

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