Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Finding My Reason by Claudia Burgoa

Title: Finding MyReason
Author: ClaudiaBurgoa
Genre: AdultContemporary/Women’s Fiction
Release Date:October 19, 2016



It was only supposed tobe a one night stand at a wedding.

I was supposed to havefun and move on.

But she infused my lifewith light and laughter.

Now I can’t breathe atthe thought of her ever being out of my life.

Being apart from hersuffocates me.

We agreed to staytogether, until we didn’t make each other happy.

I wasn’t afraid ofand, I was afraid of but. But what if I’m not enough for her to stay? 


I met this guy I reallywanted to kiss.

I thought he was goingto be just a crush who became my dream boy.

A perfect, delusionaldream I would keep in my heart until I had my life in order.

He made me feel like Icould take over the world.

I wasn’t supposed to fallin love.

We agreed to staytogether, until one of us wanted something different.

I wasn’t scared ofbut, I was scared of and. And what if he leaves? 

And our fairy talecame to an end.

But did it have to end or can we find a reason to stay?

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Once we enterand the doors close, she pushes a different number than mine. Is this over?

Not by a longshot.

“Why don’t youjoin me?” I insist. Grabbing her hand and kissing the back of it. Wanting to run my lips all the way up her shoulder and kiss her. Hard. Slow.Deeply. Instead, I think of the right words to keep her around for just a little longer. Long enough to taste her. “We can order as manymovies as we want. The groom is paying.”

She bites her lip asif considering my offer. She glances around the elevator. But then she stops, connecting it with my gaze briefly. Her eyes move to my lipsand linger there for a couple of beats before they drop to the floor. At least I think that’s where they are. Unless she’s looking at my pants,that can barely contain my throbbing dick. A kiss. At least one kiss before we say goodbye.

I step into her.Reaching out, I cup the back of her neck, pulling her closer to me. She sucks in her breath; her eyes widen, but she doesn’t step back. I’vebeen wondering what she tastes like, how it’ll be to kiss those plumped, shaped heart lips. Imagining the feel as I run my hands over herluscious curves and taste her, feel her body quiver under mine while she screams my name. My heart slams hard against my ribcage, butmy lungs stop working because something inside my heart tells me that if we do more than kissing, I won’t be able to let her go easily.

The logical side ofmy brain suggests I turn around and leave. Call it curiosity, lust, or the fucking pull Jade has on me, but I push away all reason and let myheart lead. Just a taste. One kiss. Before I chicken out, I slant my mouth over hers. As we touch, the electrical current we produce increases,knocking me off my stride. She tastes like nothing I’ve ever had before, and I want to taste more. All. Fuck, why did I wait so long to kissher? I ask in silence as my hands tighten around her waist. She brings her arms around me. Pressing herself closer to me, my dick pushinghard against her abdomen. Our tongues dance as our kiss switches speeds. From sweet to demanding, to... I stop as the elevator’s belldings and the doors open.

“This is me,” shesays, catching her breath. Stepping out of the elevator, she turns around and waves at me. Her brown eyes watch me, and I want tounderstand what they’re saying, learn what she’s thinking, and... God, I’m screwed. “Thank you for everything.”

“When will I seeyou again?” I ask, holding the doors open. Missing her lips already.

Author Bio

Born on the mystical dayof October 30th in the not so mystical lands of Mexico City, Claudia grew up with a childhood that resembled a caffeine-injected soapopera. Seventeen years ago she ventured to the lands of her techie husband—a.k.a. the U.S.—with their offspring to start a newadventure.

She now lives inColorado working for a small IT company, managing her household filled with three confused dogs, said nerd husband, two daughterswrought with fandoms and a son who thinks he’s the boss of the house. To survive she works continually to find purpose for the voicesflitting through her head, plus she consumes high quantities of chocolate to keep the last threads of sanity intact.

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