beach-romance

Did she want him as badly as he wanted her? Did she realize he was slowly going insane for wanting her?

Rob?" she whispered, unsure if he would be easy to wake. "Hmmm?" he answered sleepily, kissing her on top of her head as he pulled her naked body closer. "Were you expecting someone else?

Zane," she moaned. "Please touch me.""I will. I'm going to touch every inch of you until I know what makes you sigh and what makes you giggle and what makes you beg me to never stop. I'm going to make you shudder and scream so that long after tonight you'll remember the feel of my hands and exactly where they were on your body.""I'm going to die if you don't get on with it.

I stared at my lap. I wished I were confident, I wished I were brave. I wished he didn__ scare me. But the more he spoke the less I wanted to look away, and the more I did.

The ability to engage the reader, to stir feelings deep within their being, is the ultimate goal of erotic fiction. When the reader takes the place of the characters in my story, I have succeeded

Endless ocean, blue water, dreamy sky, tranquil beach, love in the air, mind fly high.