The Kiss: An Anthology About Love and Other Close Encounters(47)
“Wow,” Vincent said at last, finally catching his breath.
“Yes, wow,” Maddison said with a laugh, still trying to catch her breath.
Once again, Vincent looked into Maddison’s eyes, his hands firmly on her shoulders.
“Maddison, I know it’s been a rough year. Losing Lucas in that accident, well… I hated to see you suffer like that.”
“We both loved Lucas. You were hurting, too.” Maddison reached out and caressed Vincent’s face.
“I just… Well, I didn’t expect this to happen, but I’ve fallen in love with you.” Then he added with a chuckle, “Do you think Lucas would kick my butt?”
Maddison gave him a soft smile and said, “I love you Vincent. And I imagine Lucas would be rather pleased.” I never realized my dearly departed husband was such a matchmaker.
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Anna J. McIntyre's Coulson Series is a family saga, with romance, mystery and murder. Look for the fifth book in the series - Coulson’s Reckoning in 2014. The saga begins in 1900 and brings the reader to current times. Her Sensual Romance Series is light romance with happy endings. Currently there are three books in the series. Each is a standalone story. Anna J. McIntyre is a nom de plume used by non-fiction author, Bobbi Ann Johnson Holmes.
http://annajmcintyreauthor.com/
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Midnight Snack
Molly Snow
Maggie spoke to her reflection in the long mirror hanging on a wall in her bedroom. “I love your hair. I love your eyes. I love your rear, and your beautiful thighs.” She posed all sexy in her little black dress that stretched over her ample figure, before smothering her full lips with shimmery hot pink gloss. “Oh, yes—you, Maggie, are the bomb.”
The doorbell rang, and on time. Seven o’clock on the dot. She stepped through her apartment in her pink heels, and grabbed a little purse off the couch on her way to the door. Through the peep-hole, she could see him clearly. Tall, but not too tall. A beautiful face with black hair sweeping over deep, dark eyes. Bedroom eyes, if she had to be exact.
Maggie rubbed her hands together in anticipation and took a deep breath before opening the door. Right away he offered her a rose, and introduced himself. “I’m Ryder. You look absolutely stunning, my dear.”
“Oh, thank you!” She took the flower and smiled brightly while batting her eyes. “What else?”
“Pardon me?”
“More compliments, please.”
“Okay….” Ryder stepped closer to her, so close she could smell his heavenly musk scent as he looked down into her eyes with pure confidence. “Your lips are like this rose,” he wrapped a hand around hers that held the flower’s stem, “whose petals are soft and full.”
Maggie pinched herself. She wasn’t dreaming. “Go on…”
“I haven’t been in the presence of such beauty, since my time in the Appalachian mountains. You’re breathtaking . . . .”
“Yes?”
“Heart-stopping . . . .”
“Do go on.”
“Sublime.”
She pinched his arm through his dress shirt. There was rock-solid muscle. He looked down, wondering what that was for. “Just making sure you’re real, this time,” she said.
He smiled glistening white teeth, and they stood there sort of hypnotized in each other’s gaze, when Maggie broke free, saying, “I would ask you to come in my apartment, but I’m a lady. I expect dinner first. Will fast food work for you?”
“The faster the better.” His dark eyes gleamed in satisfaction.
Maggie ate her Big Mac hamburger, sitting in the passenger seat of her delectable date’s black and luxurious car. He bought a burger as well, though it still sat in its to-go sack on the back seat, untouched. Her purse vibrated, and she knew it was because of her cell phone. She licked a finger after finishing off her food, so she could grab the thing to see who called.
It was a text from her best friend Alex. “Are you okay?” it said.
Maggie huffed and typed with her thick fingertips, “Yes, I am. I’ll give you all the details later.”
Ryder smoothly but quickly drove through town, back to Maggie’s apartment complex. He opened Maggie’s door for her, like any proper gentleman would, and offered his elbow for her to hold. The night air was surprisingly warm on her cold skin, and even the stars were brighter than usual. Fairytales do exist, she thought. Let’s hope this one stars a werewolf. She needed a werewolf kiss to cure her of her condition.
Upon entering the apartment, they wasted no time. It was like one of those cliché scenes in movies, where they couldn’t contain themselves. They made out like rabid teenagers. Maggie was enjoying it all oh-so much, but the logical part of her brain was screaming a warning at her hormones: They’re cold! His lips are cold! She tried silencing her thoughts, but couldn’t. Ryder had her pressed against a hallway wall, kissing her neck, when suddenly she pushed him off.
“What’s the matter, dear?” His black hair was disheveled, and there was slight irritation in his dark eyes.
“You are cold,” she said.
He nodded knowingly, and turned to the heater’s thermostat, turning it up. “No worries.” He leaned into her, kissing her neck with his icy lips some more.