Page 128 of Hot & Heavy

Should he hop into bed and give her a little early-morning hello, or should he shower first? He opted for the latter. Closing the door carefully, he went into the bathroom, where once again everything shone; even the tiles appeared to be polished. He was anal about things being orderly and clean, probably due to his military background. Either Maddie was the same, or she had done all this for him. Either way, he was grateful. He would show her how grateful after the shortest shower in history.

Honey, I'm home, he thought a few minutes later as he eased himself onto the bed and under the sheet.

I've got something for you.

Dream lover…

Madrene was having an erotic dream.

She knew about such things, having grown up in a household with many virile men who thought nothing of speaking of intimate things in front of women. Apparently, men, especially young ones, had dreams all the time that were so carnal, they spilled their seed into the bed linens. Madrene wasn't spilling anything, but she definitely felt a carnal ripple or two.

She stretched and arched her back at the exquisite rub of the bed linen across her sensitive nipples. All these years she had never known her breasts could be a source of such pleasure. Ian had taught her that.

Her lower body felt sensitized, too. Almost as if butterfly wings were passing over the nether hair, back and forth, till she opened her legs, wanting the wings to touch her in that special spot. And they did.

Sweet merciful Valkyries! The yearning in her body turned red hot and urgent. She wanted so badly to be touched… touched till the fire crackled through and she exploded.

She had never touched herself before. Never had any inclination to. But in this dream state, she did now.

In her mind, it was Ian caressing her, readying her for mating.

The ultimate male fantasy…

Oh… my… God!

Ian had crept into the bed wanting to surprise Maddie. He'd thought a few whispery caresses would arouse her into wakefulness. There was nothing like entering a woman still warm from sleep. Instead— oh my God—she was going to masturbate. In her sleep. In front of him. Without knowing he was there.

He knelt on the bed at her side.

Should I stop her? the nice-guy side of his brain asked.

Are you nuts? the horny-guy side replied.

I'll just watch for a little while.

Yeah, right!

She won't mind.

You hope.

She shoved the sheet down to her waist, exposing her breasts, then kicked the rest of the sheet aside.

Her breasts were full and firm and beautiful, the pink nipples already hard points which she teased further by rubbing her closed fingers up and down over them in washboard fashion. They got even harder and bigger. Her lips parted on a long sigh, and she arched her body up, squeezing the entire breasts, then flicking a forefinger over the nubs, till she was moaning.

While he was biting his lip, trying to keep himself from leaving before the gospel, so to speak, she moved her hand lower, exploring her belly and navel and then her pubic hair. He really was going to need another cold shower before he made love with her.

She raised her knees, then spread them. She lowered her finger till she found what she was looking for and keened, "Aaaaaahhhh!"

He figured it was time to get out of Dodge. She would be embarrassed at his witnessing this, as beautiful as it was. It took the skill of a Navy SEAL to extract himself from the bed without her noticing.

Looking down at the Blue Steeler that pointed the way out of the bedroom, he murmured, "Hold on, buddy. You'll get your turn."

Strangers in the night…

Something awakened Madrene in the middle of the night. She had been having the most incredible dream. And then…

Sitting up in the bed, she tried to orient herself. Water, that was what she'd heard. And not the sound of the ocean. It was coming from the bathing chamber. Carefully she got out of bed and took a piss-toll out of the bedside drawer—not that she knew how to use a piss-toll, but her intruder wouldn't know that.