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Monday, June 22, 2015

It's Back! Summer Heat

The summer heat is on! Today's meme highlights those moments that uptick our pulse or make us swoon when we read them. As all desire begins in the mind, here's an opportunity to make us want...your book.  In comments, share a sexy, sensual, sizzling, or scorching snippet 200 words or less. Please give us a movie rating too. A PG, R, or R17 rating will allow readers to choose their level of reading interest.

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Anne Stenhouse said...

This is from early in Daisy's Dilemma, Anne Stenhouse, London 1822, Sensual, I think and PG

Daisy left him and went back to her room. The hem of her bed-gown was wet so she stripped it off and climbed into the bed naked. The sheets were cool against her skin, and she stretched like the kitten Reuben had likened her to, revelling in sensation she had never previously experienced.
Would John meet her in their garden in the moonlight? She chided herself again for thinking so disloyal a thought. She knew of course that youngish widows and some matrons would sneak out of balls to secret rendezvous in the grounds of great houses, but she was uncertain what they did there. Just as she was uncertain what John would do on their wedding night. Daisy wriggled. The linen smelled of lavender. No doubt Mama would tell her what she might expect when John came to her. If circumstances had been different, she could have asked Amarinta.
As the last candle in her room guttered and died, she heard Reuben’s words again in her head. “It was Brent’s unavailability that was his main attraction.”
Was there ever such a provoking man?

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Donna Hechler Porter said...

From Keeping Secrets, rating is PG

Amon tilted her face upward to receive his lips. The contact was fiery sweet. Her hands slid up his back and grabbed his arms, pulling him closer as he worked his lips around hers, this way and that, here and there, back and forth. When he drew back, Mary was desperate for more.

He kissed her forehead, then reluctantly turned away. Mary watched him place the last shirt into the box, then pick the load up and walk out the door. He placed the box in the wagon with the others, tipped his hat at her, then climbed to the seat and drove away.

She touched her fingers to her sweet, swollen lips, the taste of him still strong. Samuel had never kissed her with such tender passion, nor touched her with such gentle fire. All those years ago she and Amon had kissed, but it had been the kiss of two young people groping their way into an adult world. Then, of course, there had been the angry kiss at his brother’s and the impulsive kiss at James.

But this kiss! She traced her fingers along her lips, then pressed her palm into the flaming heat of her cheek.

This was the kiss of a man who knew how to awaken a woman who had never truly been loved.

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Alice Orr said...

Riverton Road Romantic Suspense Series Book 2
By Alice Orr
Rate It R

Mark slid his hands down Hailey's back to cup her buttocks and lift her higher against him and then onto the counter. His tongue was deep in her mouth now and she circled it with her own.

They were both breathing heavily. He leaned back just far enough to reach the hem of the top she was wearing, but she removed her arms from his neck and beat him to it.

She pulled her mouth away from his to peal her top over her head. Underneath, her breasts strained against her bra, and he could see the dark crests of her nipples through the white lace.

She was ahead of him again, reaching between her breasts to release the hook there. The fullness of her flesh pushed past the lace, and she teased it further backward with her fingertips until her breasts were free.

She reached beneath them, one in each hand, lifting them toward him. Her nipples were erect and red. She looked down at them, and he watched as she moved her thumbs from the pale roundness of her skin to the hard redness of each nipple.

She stroked back and forth, still watching herself and arching her back toward her own touch. She dragged her gaze gradually upward to his face as she continued stroking. Her eyes were glazed and lustrous.

“Put your mouth on me,” she said.

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Rose Anderson said...

R rated.
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She turned to me then, the look in her eyes possessing a heat I knew corresponded to my own. Meeting that gaze, I felt the shift inside me. Only suspecting this truth the day before, I knew with a certainty then and there that I wasn’t the homosexual I’d always thought myself to be. Like Lord Byron and Hans Christian Andersen, I was bisexual — an androgynous epicene who took delight in all. I was immersed in delight.

Taking her in my arms, I slid my cock between her sleek thighs and she tightened her legs around me, effectively trapping me along the warm furrow of her sex. The heat emanating there made me dizzy to discover it. I could do nothing else but press forward. Locked in this intimate embrace, I bent my head to kiss her. I no sooner had my lips upon her when the first bell rang, signaling our fifteen minutes to dress for dinner. Her lust-dilated eyes became huge and her hands went to my chest as her upper body arched away from mine. “We have to dress!”

Reluctant to lose this moment of self-discovery, I drew her back and nuzzled the side of her neck. “Why?”

“For dinner.”

“You’re my dinner.” I drew her close once more and lightly bit her ear. She made a little noise halfway between a squeak and a gasp. It was adorable.

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Rosemary Gemmell said...

The Aphrodite Touch by Romy Gemmell - first novella in the series set on Cyprus.

“The heat’s quite oppressive away from the sea, isn’t it?”

“I think I know where we can escape it for a while,” Jamie said, with a wicked grin.

Intrigued, she followed as he led her down the age-worn theatre steps toward the rock-cut tombs and caves. No one else was about in the blistering heat. Climbing down the stone steps, they soon were inside one of the gloomy, cool chambers. It was a welcome respite from the sun, but she would not want to be down here for long, as she had never liked enclosed spaces. She turned to tell Jamie as much, but paused at his expression in the gloom.

“Come here.” Jamie took Carla's hands, pulling her against him.
“I've been longing to do this for a while.”

His lips gently found hers and he kissed her softly at first. Then, as she responded in the ancient, secluded surroundings, his kiss deepened. She pressed herself closer to him, her senses ignited by his intensity. This reminded her of the Jamie she fell in love with, whose kisses had awakened a depth of passion in them both, and this one she wanted to keep for as long as possible.


Erin OQuinn said...

I'm running this snippet as a promo on FB today. From my latest novel HUNTER'S POINT (168 words) R rated:

He shifted his butt a little more into the lump of his lover’s crotch, rewarded by its feeble awakening and a hitch in Alex’s breathing.

“Rory.” The tone was gravelly, furred with sleep.

“Love.” He pushed subtly deeper.

“Time izzit?”

“Get some sleep, Alejo.”

“You’re a slut.”

He grinned into the dark. “Shower in my tub today?”

Warm, wet lips moved on the nape of his neck. “Shower you right now … bad boy … if you’re not careful.”

“Och, foog… ”

Silken fire lashed the crack of his ass.

“Wet me first, Alejo.”

“If you’re lucky, Laird Drummond.”

He knew Alex kept lube under his pillow. Holding his breath and spreading his legs, he waited, his ass hoisted in a mute plea for entrance. In a few moves, the man’s slick tongue was lapping his cleft, thrusting into the hole, traveling low to the taint. What heaven had he died and gone to? What angel was strumming his innermost secrets, demanding he gurgle and cry out in pure bloody joy?

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Charmaine Gordon said...

The Catch by Charmaine Gordon
The woman in his bed sat up and shoved him hard. “Time’s up, handsome.”
Tom Donnelly rolled over and blinked awake.
“My name’s Vicki in case you’ve forgotten.”
He attempted his winning grin; it didn’t work. Vicki. No Vicki came to his muddled mind. The fog lifted to recall speaking to an escort service for a date.
Naked, Vicki stalked to the bathroom with an armload of clothes picked up on the way. Five minutes later, money in her tight fist, Vicki came running out of the bathroom to scream in his face. “The deal was a thousand dollars. I count five hundred. Where’s the rest?” Hands on voluptuous hips she glared at him.
Head pounding from the world’s worst hangover, Tom staggered out of bed and lurched to his dresser. Money hidden somewhere under. . . Clothes flew as he searched and came up with a roll of cash. Face flushed, he handed her four hundred fifty dollars. “Sorry. I’ll make it up next time.”
“Loser. Word gets around, no one’s gonna go with you. Not from the best service in town.” Vicki slammed the front door.

Susan Macatee said...

PG excerpt from my Civil War romance, Confederate Rose, part of boxed Civil War set, Whispers in the Wind.


The glazed look in his eyes was gone. He watched her intently. Liking the feel of his eyes on her, she slid her braces down and loosened her pants, easing them over her hips and kicking them off.

Wearing only her shirt and drawers, she spread her pants, both pairs of stockings and brogans to dry by the fire.

"Now, fer yer trousers," she said.

Alex reached for his braces, sliding them down his arms, then rose and loosened his pants.

Katie bit her lip. Her fingers ached to assist him. She reached for his waistband and slid the trousers over his hips and legs, leaving him clothed in his drawers and shirt as she was.

After laying out his trousers alongside hers, she turned to him, wishing she was clad in a feminine lace-trimmed chemise. "Sit by me, Alex."

He moved slowly toward her. She took his hand and guided him to the blanket. The warmth of the fire enveloped them. Her fingers explored the planes of his cheekbones and the softness of his beard. She moved closer, brushing her lips against his mouth.

His breath hitched, and he reached for her, rubbing his thumbs along her jaw line and cheeks. Angling his mouth toward her lips, his hand moved to her nape.

His lips touched hers, sending sparks through her body, then he pulled back.

"Why did you free me?" A troubled frown creased his handsome face.


"I lied to you. I don't deserve your help."

"Shh." Running her fingers over the lines on his forehead, she tried to soothe him. "I could no more leave you to yer fate, than you could've left me. You only did what you thought was right."

D'Ann said...


From Falling Hard in Crashing Into Love boxed set:

“Can I come in?”
She stepped aside. “Of course.” Her heart pounded wild with anticipation of what she had planned.
When he moved, she saw he had a serving tray with several covered platters on it. At her curious look, he said, “I figured you’d rather stay in.”
She indicated her robe with a wave of both hands. “I’m not exactly dressed for anything fancy.”
“You look great.” The admiring look in his eyes warmed her insides.
“Thanks, come in.” She waited until he pushed the cart inside and closed the door behind him.
“Are you hungry?”
She leaned against the door and shook her head. “No.”
He waved a hand over the trays. “I brought a lot.”
“It’ll keep.” She folded her hands behind her behind and flattened them on the door.
“Do you have something else in mind?” His voice deepened.
Seduction had never been her strong suit, unless a camera was aimed at her. Taking a page from that part of her life, she lifted her chin. “Maybe.”
“Not right now,” she said.
How a big man could move so silently or quickly, she had no idea, but in a blink of an eye he stood in front of her. “Then what?”
She met his eyes. “Are you going to make me say it?”

LynneK said...

PG excerpt from: The Intimacy of Strangers

It was a strange sensation, being blindfolded meant I felt no vulnerability of my exposed nakedness. I also had no fear of the darkness imposed on me because I knew he was here, watching over me, protecting me. For the first time in my life I felt free to release all those deepest inhibitions and to hell with the consequences.
I heard his movement coming round the bed and then the mattress falling and rising again as his body moved onto it and to my side.
He took hold of both my wrists and brought my arms up above my head. Again a silky garment was loosely binding my wrists to the wooden headrest. Unease crept in and I went to resist.
“Relax, the knot will easily come apart with a gentle pull. I’m not imprisoning you,” he breathed into my ear. His mouth then began its decent down my throat and on down with feathery soft kisses against my sensitivity enriched skin.

Jami Gray said...

PG excerpt from: Shadow's Edge, Kyn Kronicles Book 1

“You can run and hide, Raine.” His eyes were dark. “But, I’m a damn good hunter.”
His challenge sparked her pride. She shocked them both by reaching up and threading her fingers through his thick hair. Running her nails against his scalp, visible chills cascaded down his arms. Using the velvet strands as a handle she brought his head down for a kiss. Not some wimpy kiss either. If she was doing this, she was doing it right. It may be her only chance.

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Babette James said...

From CLEAR AS DAY (The RIver #2), a steamy contemporary romance

"So, you missed me?"
Her elusive grin flashed. "Well, it’s nice having someone else clean the fish for a change."
"Ah hah! An ulterior motive all along. Here I just thought you wanted my body." He chuckled and tickled her side, and dove in for the sneak assault of kisses on her sensitive ears.
Want me for more.
Stifling her giggles, she caught his hand to her side. " is such a lovely body. I'm very fond of it." She made a playful show of ogling him head to toe, her glowing smile making his formerly sated body wake right up and his heart crack with joy. He stroked his thumb over the lush handful of her breast, teasing the pert nipple, smiling at her catch of breath. "I may have mentioned I had some fantasies..." He tugged her over to straddle him and stroked his hands over the soft curves of her bottom.
"Anything in particular?" She leaned forward with her hair spilling over her shoulders, her breasts playing hide and seek behind the silky locks, and she teased her body over his rapidly hardening shaft.
Her eyes filled with laughter, and the sweet curve to her mouth was pure feminine mystery.
He sucked in his breath and arched under her. “Anything you want, babe.”

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Mickie Sherwood said...

Christmas Crush
Is a man any less of a man if he rolls and not walks?

Scene: Ashley gets a shock when Craig rescues her—once again.

PG excerpt.

Much to her horror, Ashley lost the battle to the pull of gravity. She closed her eyes, yet the pain she anticipated never came. Instead, Ashley made a soft landing—directly across Craig's lap.

Craig, now nose-to-nose, glowered at her. "What did you think you were doing?"

She owed Craig again. Nonetheless, she retorted. "Don't use that tone with me."

A staring contest ensued.

Ashley knew he performed a balancing act of his own. Craig's chair was propped on uneven surfaces, the wheels lodged on both the blacktop and the grassy slope. Her feet dangled precariously. Feeling the rocking movement, she attempted to get off.

"Wait." His fingers locked at her waist as he tried to steady his chair with his other hand.

Ashley sensed restrained power in his touch. Now grooved into his body, she languished there. Craig's minty breath seared the skin on her cheek. Although caught up in the moment, she knew his chair would topple if she didn't reduce the added weight. Her mind made up, she garnered the will to move. At the same time, an unpredicted change occurred in Craig's body. She jumped off his lap—in a hurry.

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Savanna Kougar said...

HER MIDNIGHT STARDUST COWBOYS, a ShapeShifter Seductions Presents Novel


Sherilyn ignited inside, as if firecrackers shot through her. No wonder, with her two men watching her, wanting her.
Really wanting her.
Her men. Hers.
The reality that she belonged to both of them slammed into her awareness, yet quickly became lost. Zance molded the swells of her hips and ass with his make-her-putty hands.
"Down in front, sweet kitten," he ordered.
As Sherilyn obeyed, his cock's head jabbed against the rim of her pussy, then pushed strongly. "Oooh, that feels too good."
Dipping her back, she offered more of her sex to his huge shaft. Zance's sharp growl tingled her spine, and Sherilyn fisted the bedding as her clit spasmed.
"Zance," she softly sang.
"Mate." He gripped her hips, thrusting just inside her vajita with a strength that sent jolts of bliss through her.
"Dang, you're hot and tight, sweetheart."
Zance stroked his cock's head over her g-spot several times, and Sherilyn felt his crown slicken with her juices.
Before fully penetrating her passage, he built her excitement by slowly forcing his shaft deeper and deeper. Sherilyn arched her head back, and squeezed her eyelids together.
"Oh, yes, cowboy...ride me, ride me."
"Can't refuse my mate," Zance croaked...


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Shauna Aura said...

From A Fading Amaranth, a vampire romance, on sale for $0.99


Nathaniel kissed her hotly, pressing Alexandra against the door, slanting his mouth over hers. She moaned and tried to slip her leg up over his hip, but her skirt was too tight.

He let out a fierce growl and dragged her skirt up, then slipped his hand into her panties. He plunged his fingers inside of her right there, and she bit his neck to hold back her scream.

“Fuck,” he snarled, and she found he’d spun her in his arms. She braced herself against the door and felt the heat of his cock against the curve of her ass. He must have undone his pants with that eerie speed of his. Moaning, she felt him shove her underwear out of the way before he drove into her. She muffled her cries into her arm. He was so thick, he felt so good.

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Anna Durand said...

From Intuition (Psychic Crossroads, Book 2), a PG excerpt:

She ripped her gaze away from his just long enough to take in the hungry slant of his parted lips. There was no one else for her, just this gorgeous, passionate, courageous man who stood by her no matter what. She'd already gifted him with her heart. Tonight, she relinquished all of herself to him.

He peeled her clothes off layer by layer, caressing and kissing every inch of her before tearing off his own clothes. When he laid her back on the mattress, his body hovering above her, she raked her fingers up and down his muscled chest, around to his back, dancing her fingertips up the ridge of his spine. He ducked his head close to hers and murmured two words that set her body ablaze.

"Be mine."

She was his, forever, willingly, in every way imaginable. He claimed her body then, writhing with her, their moans as entangled as their bodies, every breath a promise and every movement a fulfillment.

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Anonymous said...

Snippet from Jinxx’s Big BDSM Adventure, Black Dahlia Six, by Skye Michaels Released today on Bookstrand. Com

Troy set her down next to the bed and began unbuttoning her white shirt while she did the same with his chambray. He pushed the shirt off her shoulders and bent to kiss the tops of her breasts as they pushed up over the cups of the pink lace bra she wore. The pink lace was a soft contrast to the ivory skin sprinkled with a light dusting of cinnamon freckles on her shoulders. He wanted to lick every one of those freckles off her soft skin. He wanted to kiss every inch of her succulent body.
Troy unhooked the front closure of her bra and her breasts sprang free of the constraint. He’d always liked his women to have substance—physically, emotionally and intellectually. He knew from their long correspondence what she was made of emotionally and intellectually. He could now see for himself that, physically, Jinxx was perfect—round and ripe. He ran his hands down her back, cupped her plump ass, and pulled her into his hard-on. “You can feel that I’ve been anxiously waiting for you to get here.”

M. S. Spencer said...

From Whirlwind Romance by M. S. Spencer
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She reached an arm around his neck and drew him toward her. Just as their lips touched his eyes went wide, and he fell on top of her.

Bathwater spilled out, leaving Lacey half exposed and shivering. “Ack! What are you doing?”

He struggled out of the tub, his clothes dripping. “It’s your fault. You pulled at me and I slipped.”

“Well, I never. You leaned in and lost your balance.” She turned the tap on again. As the bath refilled, an idea crossed her mind. Her eyes danced. “Now you’re wet, you might as well get in. You could use a wash.”

He cast her a look from under the thick eyebrows. “Might as well.”

She moved over and he squeezed in beside her, then rolled her over on top of him. She felt gloriously sensual and rubbed her body over his, massaging the hard parts. He found the soap and lathering up his hand, inserted two fingers into her pussy. The scent of rosewater filled the room. She slowly rotated her hips while his fingers kept up their pressure. When she pulled away, his fingers slipped out. Locking her eyes on his, Lacey lowered her vagina onto his cock. The soap lubricated her opening, and he slid in to the hilt. She began to rock, slowly, then faster, as he kept his hands on the tub’s sides to steady himself. She concentrated on the thick penis scraping the sides of her vagina, nicking the tip of her clitoris, nudging her orgasm into flower.

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Jane Leopold Quinn said...

What would it feel like to touch her breast? She lifted her hand, stretching out her palm. Nora's breasts were smaller than hers, and she wanted to caress them, to feel their weight in her hand.

Nora turned suddenly, catching her movement, her hand in the air, fingers curled slightly. Her eyes widened. "Nora," Eris began. She'd have to make the first move to show she was ready. Not entirely sure how to do it, she knew it had to be the same way you'd approach a man. Without words, she plucked the cloth from her friend's fingers, placing it on the counter. Smiling into her eyes, she traced Nora's jaw with gentle fingers, thumbing the little dimple in her chin.

Eyes now narrowed warily, Nora stood stock still, Eris feeling her tremors. Cupping her face between nervously moist palms, Eris rubbed her friend's lower lip with the pad of her forefinger. "I want to kiss you," she whispered.

"If you're sure."

Eris cocked her head so their noses wouldn't clash and met Nora's lips with a gentle open-mouthed kiss. "It's not rebound, sweetheart."

"If you're…" Nora murmured.

"I am now."

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James D said...

From "Dream Child" (book 3 of the Dream Series...

I open the door to my room and lock it behind me. I see that room service has been here, exactly as I requested. There’s a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket, and a plate of chocolate covered strawberries on the little table by the window. Yes, I know it’s a cliché, but sometimes clichés get that way for a good reason.
Everything’s set – almost everything - there’s just one more thing to do. I go into the closet and kneel down in front of the safe, punch in the code I set back on Monday and open it up. Inside is a plastic bag containing the lingerie I first wore for Brian seven years ago, the day he came back to school after Christmas break, the day I broke into his dorm room to surprise him.

I know how this sounds, but I hid it in the safe to keep it from Helen. I was worried she might have to go digging into my luggage to find something for Lizzie, and it’s not something I really want my mother-in-law to see.

The really amazing thing is that it still fits. It’s not quite as perfect a fit as it was seven years ago – like they say about the overhead bins on an airplane, “contents may shift during flight.” But – if this is bragging, so be it – they haven’t shifted that much! I could have bought something new, but that day seven years ago was very special, and I think it’ll mean just as much to Brian as it does to me that I kept my “naughty nighttime” set all this time.

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Mona Karel said...

Oh boy, it's back! Thank You!!

From Teach Me To Forget PG/PG-13 The hot stuff comes later

“You told me you wanted me to touch you the way I touch my dog,” she challenged. “I did what you wanted. I touched you.”
“I lied.” Frustration and impatience roughened his voice. “I want you to touch me the way you touch a man. You were married. You know how.”
“Virgin brides don’t touch their husbands,” she said, allowing the painful memories of helplessness to show in her voice and actions.
“You’re not a virgin bride. And I’m not your husband.” Before she could escape, this time for good, his large, warm, hands descended on her shoulders.“Bethany, you are a magnificently sexy woman.” He spoke slowly, his eyes daring her to believe him, to believe in herself. “And I’m a man who’s going to explode if you don’t touch me properly.”


She’d gone icy pale and that blank lost look had come back into her eyes. For a moment he was bitterly afraid his impatience had pushed her away, when all he wanted was to bring her ever closer. Then she drew a deep breath, and delicate color flowed back into her face. An irrepressible dimple snuck onto her cheek as though it had always lived there.
“We can’t have that,” she murmured in a low, husky tone he’d never heard before. “Who would clean up the mess?”

JB Brooks said...

Hi All

Thanks for this opportunity - this is a great blog!

This excerpt is R rated, and is from my new release, Stockholm Syndrome:

But he stopped between her splayed legs and looked at her dripping pussy.
“We need something…” He glanced around then picked up a thick white candle. He blew out the flame and pulled it from its candlestick. The base was smooth with slightly rounded edges.
He spread her labia and eased the end of the candle into her channel. She bucked and jerked her hips at the unexpected invasion of the rigid length of wax.
“Shh, just relax, Evvy,” he whispered. “This will hold you nicely open, and keep you stretched until I’m ready to fuck you.”
She felt the unbending hardness penetrate her cunt, deeper and deeper, reshaping her inner walls. Her muscles bore down on it, resisting, but he pushed it inexorably inward until it reached her limit. He slowly twisted it from side to side, screwing her with it, causing a strange hollow, pulling sensation deep inside, and she flung her legs open, writhing and gyrating helplessly, vaguely aware of his smile as he toyed with her.
She didn’t care. At that moment, he could do anything to her pussy, and she wouldn’t mind as long as he kept driving her toward climax. She was open to him, exposed, waiting for him to fill her in any way he chose.

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Jude Knight said...

From Farewell to Kindness - PG, I think, and sensual I hope.

The second time was slow and sweet. Rede was reluctant at first: she would be sore, he said. But this would be her last chance. She wasn’t going to waste it. And, despite the objections he voiced, a certain interesting part of himself was not deterred.

She pointed this out to him, and he laughed.

“John Thomas has no conscience,” he told her.

“Please?” she said. He didn’t make her beg for long. Murmuring, “If you’re sure...” he began once again the slow assault on her senses.

Afterwards, he put on his pants and showed her through to the other room on this upper floor, to choose something to wear. “I’ll bring up some water for us to wash with,” he told her.

The room had no bed, just racks and chests for clothes. They were of all types and sizes, mostly for men, but enough for women that she had a selection.

She found a green gown that would fit well enough, and a cloak in a warm rusty brown that she could wear over it. She found stockings and gloves in a drawer, and a bonnet that would do, but the shelf of shoes had none that would fit. They were all too small or too big.

He returned. “Hot water in the bedroom. Did you find everything you need?”

“All except shoes,” she told him, following him through to the room where they’d slept.

He insisted on washing her, sponging gently over her scratches and bruises. He undid the bandages on her wrists, soaking the right one, which had stuck. He washed the wounds left by her struggles with the ropes, and bandaged them with fresh cloths.

Then he washed her more intimately, giving that task the same devoted attention. She felt the need in her begin to stir again, and shifted restlessly.

He noticed. “I wish we had time,” he said, with a half laugh. Sure enough, his fall was tenting again. She put her hand on it, exploring the rigid staff through the cloth.

He kissed her forehead. “You tempt me.” He looked towards the bed, and back at her. “When are your sisters expecting you?”

“Sometime today. I expected to stay in Chipping Niddwick overnight, and then walk home this morning.”

His eyes went distant as he calculated the time. “I can have you home in an hour from here. We have another ninety minutes, at least. You’re not too sore?”

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