Crawl in Bed With Allison Cassatta

Crawl in Bed With Allison Cassatta

*crawls across bed* Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Egyptian Cotton… 500 thread count because they have that pretty sheen to them.

Very pretty sheen it is too.  Mmm. What are you wearing?
It’s cold, so unless you’re going to cuddle with me, my fuzzy Grinch bottoms and my University of Tennessee hoodie. Now, we can start a fire and cuddle, then I’ll start to strip for you!

I'd be happy to cuddle with you, but I'm going ot keep my flannel on, if you don't mind.  You go ahead and do what you gotta do, though.  What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Strawberry Twizzlers. Want one? *Smiles innocently* I just want to watch you play with it.

*Grabs Twizzler*  What makes you think I play with my food?  You havent' been lurking on my wall have you? If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
*Blushes* Seriously? You don’t want to do that. Lee, please don’t play with the wrist shackles.

But, Allie... Havan lets me play with her shackles!  Fine.  *eyes drawer contents* Interesting... Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
At the beginning of the night, I’m a cover hog, but the end of the night, I’ll be rolled up around you like a burrito.

Oh we will so not make it through the night like this.  I'm a cover hog myself.  Here, you take this one, I'll keep the other one. Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Yeah. I like the tingles I get when cold skin touches hot flesh.

What are we reading?

“From Ashes To Flame”

Two weeks prior, I’d come home from work—the day had been an absolute nightmare—and when I’d walked through our door, Brian had been waiting on bended knee with a single, red rose in his hand. “Marry me, Archer,” he’d said with a contagiously gorgeous grin spread across his handsome face. “I love you, and I want to marry you.”
My hand had scrubbed at the mess of my blond hair and I’d given him a deadpanned look. “Brian, don’t be ridiculous. Same sex marriage isn’t legal here,” I’d said as I’d dropped my leather messenger bag on the kitchen counter. “Come on now, get up. I can’t marry you.”
“We’ll go to Vermont or one of those states.”
“Still won’t be legal,” I’d grumbled as I’d reached in the refrigerator for a bottle of water. “We still won’t have any rights.”
“I don’t care. Let them call it a civil union or domestic partnership. We’ll have a commitment ceremony instead of a wedding. I don’t care. I love you and I want you to be my husband.”
I’d gone to him, cradled his strong chin in my hand and kissed his perfect, pink lips. As I said, the man had always had a way of making me smile. My will had always crumbled when it’d come to him. “I love you too, and it would be an honor to call you my husband.”
He’d jumped to his feet and pulled me into his arms so fast I’d barely had a chance to breathe. His embrace had always been so warm. I’d nestled myself against his chest as he held me close to his body, and that night, we’d made the most amazing love in all of the ten years we’d been together.
He’d kept his arms around me, walked me back to our bedroom and laid me on the bed. Kissing my lips and neck, his fingers had magically removed my shirt. I’d felt a breeze across my bare chest and before too much time had passed, that same breeze had whipped across the tip of my erection. The coolness had made my sac tug with promise while my aroused cock throbbed with excitement.
When I’d finally been able to open my eyes again, when I could finally breathe, I’d looked up at the very naked, very muscular form of the man I’d loved, looking over me.
Candlelight had shimmered against his soft, bronze skin and cast a glow over the silken waves of his perfect hair. Then he’d disappeared. I hadn’t known what the hell to think until I’d felt moist warmth sheathing my erection.
“Oh shit, Brian,” I’d hissed as my fingers had fisted his hair. Licking my dry lips, my eyes had rolled back with my head and I’d arched myself further into his mouth. It hadn’t been too much later his tongue and lips and hands had worked me up and I’d orgasmed. He’d kept his mouth sealed around me, swallowed down every drop.
Wrenching him up by the hair, I’d panted and said, “You. Bed. Now.”


  1. Fun interview, LOL and Love the excerpt!

  2. Great interview! I picked this one up today...sounds fantastic!

  3. Love all things Allie, this interview was terrific! And yes, Lee has carte blanche with my shackles...*blushes*


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