Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
These are 1500 count Egyptian cotton...the finest of the finest for me (gentle runs her fingernail along Lee's chin). When I have a visitor to my sanctuary, I want the softest most luxurious material caressing my skin.
*gulps* Uhm...What are you wearing?
My usual writing attire- a pair of cotton running shorts, a camisole and (giggles) not much else. I must be comfy when in my refuge and preparing to stir up my muse.
*Blinks* Oh, yes...comfortable...That's exactly what I was thinking, you look comfortable. What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Mmm... basil flavored gourmet wafer crackers and smoked cheddar cheese with a glass of Chardonnay. Oops, careful there Lee (reaches over, touches a crumb on his lower lip), wouldn't want crumbs in the bed. That can be very messy.
*blushes* Oh, sorry... yeah don't want to make a mess. *looks around for distraction* If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
(Bats Lee's hand away and giggles) Oh, you mustn't go in there. That is the haven for all my 'special' visitors when I get lonely. Oh, Heaven's sake...would you like a demonstration?
*eyes widen* Demonstration? Seriously? *Looks over shoulder* I would so get my ass kicked if I said yes. So, er...do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
I am trashy in bed...(blushing) what I mean is that, I start out all snuggled in with a “huggie” pillow and by morning Bed Trashing Gremlins must visit me (damn them for not waking me up for the fun) and the sheets are twisted, sometimes even flung off the bed and my pillows, which I must have at least six, are scattered all over the bedroom. It's almost like a pillow fight occurred and I missed it.
*whispers* trashy in bed? *Shake my head* I mean, Bed Trashing Gremlins? I've never met any of those. Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Oh Goodness...the calves are permissible but don't you dare inch your way up further...no further...not quite there yet, further up...yes, there (moans and squirms in the bed). That's the spot. You must never go up that far (moans again).
I see, okay- well, I'll make a note of just how far I can go. *snuggles* What are we reading?
Oh this (flips through her print book) this is one of my 2011 releases and my favorite book called When We Meet Again.
Excerpt- When he got in the truck he asked, "So, where to?"
"Hmmm," she thought, nibbling on her lower lip. "Not much to do around here."
He started the truck, "Well, we’ll find something."
As he pulled out of the parking lot, Brynn remembered a park on the other side of the town and directed Ethan where to go. It was dark and the park was empty, so they parked near the entrance.
He removed his seatbelt. She followed suit and readjusted herself to be more comfortable. She turned to face him and sat with her legs bent beneath her.
She could still make out the contour of his face even though it was dark. Even though she could barely see his eyes, she knew they were gazing at her. She shifted a little and Ethan leaned in and kissed her. He placed his hand under her cheek and his fingers entwined with her hair at the nape of her neck. He pulled her closer to him and into the heated moment.
His mouth was so sensual she could’ve stayed here forever. When his tongue slipped into her mouth, she inhaled with exhilaration. She met each of his tongue strokes with a feverish desire of her own tongue.
She leaned over the center console of the front seat and wrapped her arms around his neck. The kisses were becoming so deep and intense that before Brynn knew it, she was sitting on his lap in the front seat. She needed to be closer. His arms wrapped around her waist and she was running her fingers through his hair.
"You can’t be very comfortable," he said when their lips finally parted.
"I’m fine," she said breathlessly and swallowed.
"Are you sure?" he asked, trying to reposition to give her more room. He put his arm under her bent knees that were dangling over the console into the passenger seat. He tried to pull her body more onto his lap.
"I’m fine, really," she said, smiling in the darkness.
"What are we doing?" he asked her. "Are we going to stay here, park and make out all night?"
Just then a vehicle coming up the street shined its lights on them. She squinted at the bright intrusion.
"Not exactly a lot of privacy here," he said holding his free hand up to shield the car’s lights from her vision.
"So I’ve noticed," she smiled. "Well, I guess it depends on how much privacy we need."
She kept running her fingers through his hair and he laid his head back on the headrest. He shut his eyes enjoying the tranquil moment and arousing caress.
"Oh, babe, that feels so good," he moaned and began lovingly stroking his hands over her waist. His hand was under her cotton shirt, touching her flesh. It felt so warm and smooth; Ethan thought he’d lose himself in her softness.
"I’ve been thinking about this night and moment forever," she admitted and stopped touching his hair. "It’s almost surreal."
He raised his head and looked at her. She appeared so innocent, with a hint of alluring charm. Her presence captivated him.
For a moment, Ethan was twenty-four years younger and they were up on Hannaford Hill. Her soft body and sexuality hadn’t changed, it became more enhanced, and he felt his own enhancement growing in his jeans. He shifted again.