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Deleted scene from Neanderthal Seeks Human
Brief Intro — So, here is the scoop: I wrote part of a full-fledged rooster and salami love scene for Neanderthal Seeks Human but then decided after the fact to replace it with a hearts and flowers closed door narrative. The following half-scene is the entirety of what I deleted. I never finished it but, perhaps one day, may decide to go back and give Janie and Quinn the sex buffet that was denied them in the original published version. I hope you enjoy!!
His eyes were no longer smoldering; they were now suddenly and forcefully ablaze and he was gritting his teeth, watching me as I stretched like I was steak and he was a tiger and that made me dinner and dessert.
My breath hitched as he—his eyes never leaving mine—set the cards down on the stool then—somewhat urgently—pushed it out of the way. He reached for and caught my arm. In an impressively fluid movement, Quinn pulled me across the floor and against him. I was kneeling between his legs, my hands resting on his bare thighs for balance. He wrapped the long fingers of one hand around my neck. Before I could think or react he dragged his mouth over mine then ransacked it with a kiss.
Ransacked. Plundered. Pillaged. Arr!
I felt wonderfully abused.
He was fervent and wet and hot and the warmth in my stomach fluttered and twisted until the pressure between my thighs started to ache. I pressed my knees together again and clenched, flexing thigh muscles and feeling wholly overwhelmed by the situation.
His mouth pulled away from mine; he began alternately biting and sucking and kissing my neck, the scruff of his sixteen hours between shaves was pleasurably painful. Each skillful stroke of his tongue soothed the scratches left by the stubble.
Quinn’s hands caressed down my back, loitered and squeezed the small of my waist, his fingers splayed over my hips. One hand stroked downward and cupped my bottom, pressing me closer against his center and the startling size and granite-like quality of his erection. His hand moved in a slow rhythm over my bottom—-up and down—until his fingers traced lower and threaded inside my panties, grabbed my bare skin and growled against my neck.
“My God, you have the most magnificent ass.”
“Maybe if you’re very nice I’ll hold it against you.” I murmured. My back arched, pressed aforementioned ass against his hand. I I lifted my fingers to Quinn’s stomach, scratched my nails against the solid ridges of his well-muscled torso. For the first time in my life, I enjoyed the way a man felt beneath my hands—hot skin, hard body.
Enjoyed might actually be a bit of an understatement and not at all a precise description of how I felt. It was more like a combination of the sentiments: sqeeee and OMGOMGOMGOMG and fuck yeah! and damn.
And maybe also I WANT.
His other hand moved to the front of my stomach; then, with an achingly languid pace, his fingertips feathered upward, lifting my shirt as he went. He pulled his head from my neck and leaned back— just a fraction—so that our eyes met. I lost my breath and maybe a little of my mind as he cupped my left breast under my shirt and began tracing circles around the nipple with his rough thumb, never touching the center.
He smiled. It was a smile I could easily see the devil employing during strategic intervals.
Almost reluctantly, Quinn pulled his eyes form mine and bent his head to my aching breast; he opened his mouth and lavished the neglected nipple with a hot, wet, open kiss through my tank top, taking me into his mouth and sucking.
“Uuuh.” I moaned again then cried out a little as he bit me through the fabric. I shifted away but he held me in place then pulled the strap of my shirt down my shoulder and lavished my bare breast—where he’d just bitten—with loving, soothing, worshipful kisses.
I pressed my chest forward. His mouth and hot breath and tongue worked to sooth the sore peak, the back of his hand caressed my stomach. His fingers took a shallow dip into my panties at first, the tips brushing against short hair then further, further until his long middle finger slid between the cleft of my center.
I stiffened, my fingers and nails digging into his neck and back.
“Shhh” his mouth was still against my breast and his whispered hot breath made me shiver. “For once, just stop thinking.”
“Because, if you think about it, then your screams won’t be as loud when I make you come.” He placed his tongue flat against the peak of my mound and licked. It was hard, deliberate and the movement was accompanied by a less hard but equally deliberate tracing of his fingers against my undeniably wet folds, then further downward and into my body.
I gasped, my head thrown back, and I pulled his hair unthinkingly. He groaned with what sounded like appreciation.
“Now, I’m going to make you scream.”
“Oh…” at this point I couldn’t think so, score one point for team Quinn. “Ok.” I nodded dumbly.
“Janie, move—” his voice was ragged, gravely, strained, “come here—” his calloused finger moved in and out of my center with swirling, languid strokes. My hips tilted and rocked against his slow motion movements even as Quinn tried to shift me into a sitting position on the couch and pull my panties lower with his free hand.
“Wait—wait—” the words were breathless and sounded wholly unconvincing, even to me.
He lifted his mouth to my ear and whispered harshly, “I’m going to taste you, lick you, kiss you, and you’re going to let me.” Again his skillful tongue dipped into my ear which elicited as small uncontrolled cry from my throat.
He withdrew his splendid finger from my body, which made me sad. I allowed him to pull my panties down and off my now wobbly legs; the movement was unhurried and he took his time dragging the palms of his hands along the sensitized skin of my calves, behind my knees then up the insides of my thighs.
He positioned me so that I was sitting on the edge of the couch and leaning back against the cushions. He placed himself between my legs, kneeling like I had just been, except his head was lowering by inches.
I closed my eyes when I saw him lick his lips then smile. I was on sensory overload.
And then I stopped thinking. I was flying.
He cupped my bottom with one hand. His glorious tongue licked upward with soft, unhurried, measured movements—like one does when licking drips of ice-cream from a cone or at the beginning of a tootsie roll lollipop. My thigh muscles immediately flexed and I fought the urge to squeeze my knees together. Instead my legs started to shake with effort and my hands grabbed my breasts.
Quinn hummed against me and I opened my eyes, finding him standing at my hands, clearly appreciative of the sight.
He moved both hands to my thighs and, in a fluid motion, wrapped my legs over his shoulders so my knees were behind his head. His fantastically talented tongue and mouth and lips sucked and licked and stroked until my toes pointed and curled and I wound so tight I felt like it would snap in two.
Then Quinn slid two fingers into me and I came. I came with such a sudden ferocity I arched my bottom and back completely off the couch and lifted into the air and I screamed his name with complete and total abandon.
He was right. If I’d been thinking I likely would not have screamed quite so loud.
NEANDERTHAL SEEKS HUMAN
Knitting in the City, Book 1
Publication Date: March 14, 2013
Genre: Contemporary Romance
UTC TOP PICK!
There are three things you need to know about Janie Morris:
1) She is incapable of engaging in a conversation without volunteering TMTI (Too Much Trivial Information), especially when she is unnerved, 2) No one unnerves her more than Quinn Sullivan, and
3) She doesn’t know how to knit.
After losing her boyfriend, apartment, and job in the same day, Janie Morris can’t help wondering what new torment fate has in store. To her utter mortification, Quinn Sullivan- aka Sir McHotpants- witnesses it all then keeps turning up like a pair of shoes you lust after but can’t afford. The last thing she expects is for Quinn- the focus of her slightly, albeit harmless, stalkerish tendencies- to make her an offer she can’t refuse.
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SEX! It all started with sex, between my parents. Personally I don’t like thinking about it, but whatever works for you is a-ok with me. No judgment. The sex happened in California and much of my life also occurred in that state until I moved from the land of nuts (almonds), wine, silicon… boobs, and heavy traffic to the southeast US. Like most writers I like to write, but let’s get back to sex. Eventually I married and gave birth to 2 small people-children (boy-5, girl-3 as of this writing).
By day I’m a biomedical researcher with focus on rare diseases. By night I’m a knitter, sewer, lino block carver, fabric printer, soap maker, and general crafter. By the wee hours of the morning or when I’m intoxicated I love to listen to the voices in my head and let them tell me stories. I hope you enjoy their stories.
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