Page 139 of Seduction Under the Southern Stars
I go out to the living room and over to the fridge, extract a bottle of water, and drink a few large mouthfuls. Then I go back into the bedroom, climb back on the bed, prop up the remaining pillows, and lean back on them.
“Here,” I say to her, “you should rehydrate.”
She takes the bottle in one hand but doesn’t move. “I’m so hot,” she whispers.
I lean over and flick on the switch for the aircon. While I wait for it to start blowing cool air over us, I pick up a magazine and fan her with it.
She looks up, meeting my eyes, lifts up onto her elbows, and has a few mouthfuls of water. Then she flops back onto her front. “I feel as if I’ve been run over by forty oxen,” she says.
That makes me laugh as I fan her. “Oxen?”
“They’re castrated male cattle.”
“I know what they are. I just thought it was an unusual animal to pick.”
“Feel free to substitute any other bovines. Bison. Water buffalo.”
“Yak?”
“Yaks will do.”
I chuckle and lean forward to kiss her back. She murmurs approval, so I toss the magazine aside, slide down the pillows, and start to kiss all over her glowing skin.
“Mmm…” She purrs like a kitten as I move closer to her and kiss her neck.
“Come here.” I pull her against me, ignoring her protests that she can’t move, lift the covers over us, and wrap my arms around her.
Then I kiss her lips, long and lingering, until she melts against me with a heartfelt sigh.
“Was that okay?” I ask when we eventually come up for air. “I didn’t hurt you?”
“Good.” I kiss her lips.
She looks up at me, her big blue eyes dark in the moonlight. “I didn’t know it could feel like that.”
“Like what?”
“So… dark and passionate.”
I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. “The cocktails probably helped a little.”
“Maybe.”
“I didn’t frighten you?”
She shakes her head again. Then she sucks her bottom lip, thinking about it. “I liked the position. From behind, I mean. I’ve seen it on TV sometimes and it doesn’t look very romantic, but it’s… feral. It made my heart race.”
“I’m glad.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
I laugh. “Couldn’t you tell?”
“You could have been faking it.”
“I’m not that good an actor.”
“Have you ever faked it?”
