Adventure – A Passion Creek Excerpt

Wind whipped at Josie’s hair, its cold fingers digging underneath her collar despite her coat being zipped up to her neck.

McPherson’s Bluff loomed above them looking like a huge, solid, snow-covered brick. It rose nearly a mile from the flat prairie that reached out in every direction from its base. Off to the left a gnarled path of sunken ravines snaked out toward the horizon. A wide path had been cut down the center of the monument and a modern road weaved its way up the pine tree speckled bluff. Josie couldn’t help but admire its fierce, solitary and utterly unwelcoming beauty.

“Wow.”

Sam chuckled. “Imagine seeing that from the front seat of a wagon after you’ve abandoned your old life to create a new one in a place you’ve never seen and with people you’ve never met. What kind of person would risk everything to travel through hostile territory for a slim chance at a better life?”

“You sound like you wish you were that kind of person.”

“No.” He slammed the car door shut and stormed over to her, stopping inches from the tips of her black boots. “I’m not that kind of person. I like order and I like certainty. I like standing in the back of the room away from the attention and the talk. I want steak on Friday nights and pancakes every Sunday morning. I like going to my office at the same time every day and having the same roast beef sandwich for lunch Monday through Friday.”

He moved in close enough for her to feel the heat pulsing off of his flushed cheeks. Or maybe it was the heat moving up from her wet pussy that caused the breathless jittering in her stomach. Her entire being focused on him as her nipples hardened in anticipation of the electric flash that would explode inside her the moment they touched. She should say something, do something but the golden flecks in his hazel eyes held her mesmerized. Josie hung on the edge of a sheer cliff of need—not wanting to pull back, but unable to take that final step forward into the oblivion of passion.

“I have a boring life in a small town where nothing ever happens. My plans for the future involve putting fifteen percent of my salary into my 401K and publishing papers in dry history journals that no one reads. There is no room on my calendar for adventure or treasure hunting with a woman who stands out in the room like a shiny new penny.”

His lips were only millimeters from hers, his breath pushing against her parted lips like a heated caress. Josie’s body vibrated from toes to eyebrows. If he didn’t touch her soon she would have to pounce on him.

“You probably don’t even eat leftovers,” he grumbled.

“No.”

“Or drive the exact same route to work every day.” He drew a gloved finger down the zipper of her leather coat, frustratingly close to her breasts but not touching them.

“Uh-uh.” So much of her brain had evaporated she couldn’t even form words any more.

“We’re nothing alike.” He grabbed her shoulders, squeezing the tender flesh. “I am content with my routine. I don’t want to change anything about it. Do you understand me?”

Josie could only blink in response to his growled pronouncement as her heart raced and her body cried out for him.

Sam dropped his hands from her as if she’d burnt him and stepped back. “So why do you make me think that I’m missing out on something extraordinary?”