It had been so many years since she had been kissed that she forgot what it truly felt like to have someone want that intimacy with her. He was a fabulous kisser. There was just enough tongue, the perfect mix of saliva and a mere hint of teeth. If the lip lock had gone on much longer, she would have had a reason to take a shower when he left. As is she would be taking one, if only to finish what he started. She felt a familiar throb between her thighs and for the first time in years, she was aroused by another man. And not the one that left her behind. She felt free, as if she were just a regular woman who had enjoyed the attentions of a normal red-blooded male. That night she touched herself, but instead of her own fingers plucking the nipples, they were his. Instead of her palm pressed over her mound, it was his larger one. The evening was spent on her belly in bed with her laptop and more fodder for her next book. It had been awhile since she had a fantasy for herself and she felt a new development for her hero take shape for her latest book.
