Excerpt of current WIP

Her heartbeat picked up slightly as candles flashed on around the room, and a large, stone platform rose from the floor.
“Oh, my. This can’t be good.” She knew she should turn back around and try to find the way out, but she felt drawn to the platform and what it might have been used for. It was just the kind of place where people were sacrificed. An alter, of sorts.
She approached it cautiously as the two-inch thick stone at the top began to slide to the side. Like something out of a horror movie, Giselle realized that this stone platform was actually a sarcophagus, and she didn’t know if she’d like to find out what was inside, but the curiosity was overwhelming, and she braced herself as she peered over the edge into the shadow of the inside.
With a sudden intake of breath, she was grabbed around her upper arms and pulled inside with a motion so quick, she hadn’t even realized what had happened until she was looking down at the most handsome face she’d ever seen staring right back at her. Impossible!
She had to be imagining this. Maybe she was dreaming in her tent in the jungle, or maybe it was way worse than that. Had she succumbed to some jungle disease that caused delirium?
He spoke, but she didn’t understand a word. With a quick release of her arms, he placed his hands on each side of her head, stared into her eyes for a brief moment, after which she felt hazy and warm. With a slow grin, he stroked her face and released her.
“You must be another virgin sacrifice?”
“Excuse me?”
“I told them not to send me anymore virgins. I need a woman with experience. A woman who knows her way around a man, do you know what I mean?”
“No, I really don’t.”
For the first time, he really looked at her, “Although in your case, I might be willing to make an exception. Yes, I think I would.”
She scrambled to her knees, clumsily putting her hand into a very embarrassing area. She meant to pull her hand away; she really did, but what she felt there fascinated her so much that she continued to rest her hand there to try to figure out if he could really be that well-endowed, and that erect.
“Oh, ho! No virgin are you. They’ve sent me a lusty, young widow. How could I ask for more? Let’s get started, shall we?”
She raised her hands so quickly to each side of her shoulders that she was thrown slightly off balance. “Wait! I’m not here for you. I mean, I’m an archeologist. I’m not a sacrifice of any kind.” Righting herself, she grabbed the side of the sarcophagus and pulled herself over the side, landing on one foot and one knee.
He sprang out beside her and she saw at once that he loomed over her, being at least a foot taller. He was also broad of shoulder and she leveled her gaze at an expanse of naked, bare chest. She had the strangest sensation that she’d like to measure him by spreading her hands out and rubbing them over the lean muscles and planes that undulated before her.
He cleared his throat and her eyes shifted to meet the laughter lighting his face. “Feel free, to drop to your knees and worship me properly, woman.”
She stood up so quickly, she had to steady herself on the side of the sarcophagus. “I think not. Look, I think you and I are clearly not on the same page. I am a scientist, and you, I think you must be slightly delusional.” Yes, that explained it. He must have gotten here first. Maybe gotten trapped inside like she had and went a little crazy. That had to be it.
He poked his lip out, and rounded his eyes at her, “Are you going to play hard to get? I’d much rather you chase me. The other women usually do.”
Despite herself, she could understand where he was coming from there. She felt heat suffusing the tender areas of her body and had a strong urge to get naked. What was going on here? Sure he was gorgeous, but she was a scientist. A rational, real-world scientist. She didn’t do things without days, weeks, years of planning.
He began moving toward her, and she matched his steps backward until she felt the stone wall pressing into her back. Leisurely, he rested his arm, cocked at the elbow above her head, his other hand pushing against the rough stone beside her shoulder, and leaned over her. His masculine scent filled her nose, and her head began to spin.
“I need you, mi amor. Will you lay with me?”