My Sexy Saturday ~ Our Sexy Date
Welcome to the 112th week of My Sexy Saturday. This week’s theme is Our Sexy Date
A sexy date could be anything. The day they first went out, the day they first kissed, the day they got married. It could be a couple’s sexy anniversary date or maybe a date to meet for the very first time. It could be a date in space, a foreign country or just around the corner.
As always, the rules of My Sexy Saturday are that the excerpt should be 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words that covey true sexiness between the characters. My excerpt this week comes from A Kiss for a Highlander.
He danced her out into the hall and paused under the chandelier. Martha, still recovering from the shock of his last words, threw him an enquiring glance, and he pointed up to where a solitary sprig of mistletoe nestled amid the greenery above their heads. “How on earth did you manage to smuggle that past Mrs. Glover?”
“She knows all about it,” Fraser informed her with a hint of smugness. “I have her blessing.”
The blaze of passion as she looked up into his eyes was so unexpected that, for a second, she wondered if her knees would hold her. She no longer had time to wonder anything. Fraser slid one hand around her waist and the other to the back of her neck. This close, his hazel eyes were mesmerizing, and she wasn’t sure if it was his heart or her own that thundered in her ears. She gripped the ruffles at the front of Fraser’s shirt tightly.
His breath stroked her cheek. “I have you, lass. I won’t let you fall.”
He kissed her. Momentarily, his lips were unexpectedly soft. Then his mouth was hard and demanding against hers, and his tongue swept inside, caressing and exploring her mouth. Martha rose onto the tips of her toes. Following her instincts, she pressed her body closer to Fraser’s. Her eyes widened as she felt the contrasting hardness of his body against the soft curves of her own. There was a primeval rightness about the feeling. It seemed natural to try to cleave ever nearer to him, as though parts of their bodies were actually made to fit together. Gradually she began to enjoy the new sensations, surrendering herself to them until they became quite intoxicating. A corresponding fizz of pleasure entered her bloodstream, and her whole body started to tingle.
So this was why people liked kissing! It was something she’d occasionally wondered about, almost as a disinterested bystander. After all, she had never, until now, imagined it would happen to her. She had been quite unable to imagine why there would be anything appealing about having another person’s mouth on her own. The thought of allowing another person to put his tongue inside her mouth had been something she found quite alarming. Now, shyly, Martha used her own tongue to explore Fraser’s mouth in return. He tasted of the wine they had drunk and of spices. He tasted delicious. Instantly, he tangled his hand in her hair, turning her head to the angle he wanted, deepening the kiss to bittersweet intensity. The tingling in her body increased and seemed to become more concentrated at a specific, exhilarating point. Here she was—Miss Martha Wantage, spinster of this parish—standing beneath the mistletoe, in the arms of a man she had known less than a month, with her tongue in his mouth and a wanton pulse beating between her legs. The mistletoe was certainly unleashing its mischief on this maiden’s behaviour.
That was when her knees did give way. But Fraser was true to his word and he didn’t let her fall.
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