Heat of Winter
Published by: eXtasy Books
Author : Delora Daye
Word Count :6000
Publication Date :2010-08-18
Series : #
Heat Level :
- Product Code: 00233
Snowy nights make a lovely waitress long for companionship in the form of hunky a customer. Together, they turn a snowstorm tryst into a flaming meltdown.
Heat of Winter is what occurs when a beautiful but lonely waitress shares a fast attraction with a sexy and equally single new customer at a freewheeling Greenwich Village restaurant on a snowy February night. The pair keep each other cozy, carefree and coming in what promises to be more than just a one night stand in a snowstorm.
307 West 11th Street. The numbers stared at her from above the narrow wooden double doors of a brownstone. A motorcycle under a tarp, now snow-covered and probably Loren's, was parked on the street in front. Kendall climbed the steep front steps, entered the tiled lobby, stamped her boot-clad feet and shook the snow from herself. Removing her toboggan, she scanned the buzzer panel for Loren's name. 2-D. McCormack. Kendall took a hefty here-I-am breath and pressed his buzzer. After a couple of seconds, the door buzzer sounded to allow her entry.
Loren was waiting for her in the threshold of his open door when she reached the second floor landing. He looked even hotter than she remembered. Black shirt rolled up at the sleeves. Faded jeans, flatteringly snug, accenting the muscularity of his long legs. Dark hair tucked behind one ear and brushing the other shoulder. Near smirkish expression. Kendall could hardly breathe.
"Alice in Winter Wonderland. I can't believe you came."
"Did you think I wouldn't?" she asked with a quizzical expression.
"I wasn't sure, but I'm glad you did. Please, come in." Loren reached out to take her arm and show her into the apartment.
Kendall studied the place as Loren closed and secured the door behind them. Molded high ceilings, parquet hardwoods and traditional furnishings. Framed artwork of what appeared to be pencil renderings—some of Loren's set designs?—hung on nutmeg-colored walls. A fire crackled in an old slate fireplace, projecting a toasty warmth and seductive glow in the room.
Handing her coat and hat to Loren, Kendall wriggled her red wool sweater over her head and tossed it over the arm of the club chair. She shook out her long hair and straightened it with both hands. From behind, she heard Loren's voice.
"Don't stop there."
Turning to face him, she leaned her weight sassily to one hip and angled her thumbs into her front pockets. The stance made it naturally easy to jut her round, t-shirted breasts enticingly. Her flaxen mane draped over her shoulders and upper arms. "How about giving me a hand?" Kendall ventured.
Loren moved directly to her, his eyes never leaving hers. One hand slid around her waist and pulled her a bit closer to him. The other lightly took hold of her hair at the neck and descended slowly down its length.
"I've wanted to touch your hair all night," he said softly, gravelly. He regarded her sleek locks as he touched them, then studied her face. "Kiss me."
Kendall closed her eyes and tilted her chin upward to meet his lips. Loren's mouth locked on hers purposefully, the urgency building as his tongue found its way inside. Instinctively she drew her arms around his shoulders. His grip tightened around her, hands coursing across her back and over her firm ass, which he squeezed lustily. Steadying her with one arm around her and shoving her other arm down to give him access, he sought her breast and pinched her nipple as he kissed her.