6 Sentence Sunday

For Sunday, June 12, 2011 #2

Since we didn't post 6 sentences last Sunday, I am posting 12 sentences from my contemporary romance, Wilderness Heart.

Here is a set up to the scene. It is the next morning where Lyn is trying to get the flue open on the cook stove in the canvas tent to cook breakfast for the men she is guiding on an elk hunting trip, when Nic walks in and sees her bent over trying to open it. It is so stuck, and he can't resist helping a woman in distress, of course, so he has gone to help her.




After a few minutes of staring at her, he quietly walked up behind her, leaned over her, reached his arm out to hers, and turned the handle with ease. He couldn't help but notice her sudden intake of breath and he didn't do anything to change his position over her.
“Uh, I didn't hear anyone come in.”
She spoke so softly that if he weren't leaning over her, he wouldn't have heard her. “It looked to me you were having some trouble, so I thought you could use a hand.” He made no move to stand up away from her; she was soft, warm, and very firm from what he could tell by leaning on her.
“Thanks, I appreciate it.”
Lyn didn't ask him to move and she made no move to try to get out from under him, but being this close to her, touching her with the front of his body from the waist down was proving his undoing. He stood erect and looked into her eyes as she turned to face him. At this closeness, he could see the gold flecks in her eyes sparkle, but the movement in them from yesterday to now was as different as night and day. Could she be as aroused as he was by their touch? He hoped she didn't give him a once over from head to toe like yesterday or she would see how aroused he was.