She laid her cheek against his chest, joy radiating through her soul strong enough to drown out the practical voice in her head. “I like the sound of that. ”
He buried his hand in the hair on the back of her head, tilting her face up to his. She could spend the rest of her life looking at Bryan and never grow tired of seeing him. He lowered his mouth to hers and captured her lips in a kiss that was surprisingly fierce and oh so deliciously demanding. Her lips parted for him, and at the first taste of him, a little moan choked out of her throat. This, this was what she wanted, what she needed. Archaic or not, she had never felt so complete, so alive as when she found herself in this remarkable man’s arms.
When they finally broke their kiss, the sun had dipped lower toward the horizon and bathed the world in a soft golden light. He grabbed her bag off the ground and tossed it into the car. “Let’s get going. I found a nice, secluded park about thirty minutes from here. You can scream as loud as you want, and no one will call the police.”
She meant for her voice to come out sharp, but instead it came out in a husky purr. “What makes you think I’ll be screaming?”
His devilish smile was filled with such heat that her nipples immediately hardened to aching points. If he didn’t touch her soon, she was going to die. “You don’t think that big picnic basket holds only food, do you?”
With a laugh, he helped her into the car, then settled in the driver’s seat. Their eyes met, and he leaned toward him, giving her a soft and sweet kiss that utterly melted her heart. When he pulled back, he smiled at her and laid a possessive hand on her leg. The warmth of his hand on her thigh seared her flesh through her scrubs as she imagined all the wonderful and wicked things he had planned for them. The engine rumbled as he eased the Corvette out of the parking spot, and as the wind whipped through her hair, she laughed, long and loud, unable to contain her joy. Some things were so precious, so dear that they were worth risking everything for. Her practical mind knew without a doubt that Bryan was one of those gifts that only came by once or twice in a lifetime. She was going to treasure every moment of their time together for the rest of her life.
Ann Mayburn
Ann is Queen of the Castle to her wonderful husband and three sons in the mountains of West Virginia. In her past lives she’s been an import broker, a communications specialist, a US Navy civilian contractor, a bartender/waitress, and an actor at the Michigan Renaissance Festival. She also spent a summer touring with the Grateful Dead-though she will deny to her children that it ever happened.
From a young age she’s been fascinated by myths and fairytales, and the romance that often was the center of the story. As Ann grew older and her hormones kicked in, she discovered trashy romance novels. Great at first, but she soon grew tired of the endless stories with a big, wonderful, emotional buildup to really short and crappy sex. Never a big fan of purple prose (throbbing spears of fleshy pleasure and wet honey pots make her giggle), she sought out books that gave the sex scenes in the story just as much detail and plot as everything else without using cringe worthy euphemisms. This led her to the wonderful world of erotic romance, and she’s never looked back.
Now Ann spends her days trying to tune out cartoons playing in the background to get into her ‘sexy space’ and has learned to type one handed while soothing a cranky baby.
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