Welcome to the Hot for Fridays Weekly Blog Hop!
Since Memorial Day is this month, I thought I’d share a Hot Encounter with the only character I have in uniform (so far): Kade – a cop in love with a thief…only he doesn’t know her true identity yet. How about you? What’s your favorite type of man in uniform?
He reached for her, then laughed when his seatbelt locked him in place. Each unbuckled their straps and dove for one another. She yanked him to her, and he spun her until he was on bottom in the passenger seat, and she on top. Then she straddled his legs.
Her kisses trailing up his neck and making him pant. Tracing her fingers along his abs and chest, she nipped his lower lip. Not enough to make him bleed, but enough to earn a growl as he crushed his mouth to hers. His tongue swept inside her mouth and made her grind her hips against him.
Soon, she was the one breathless. His hands roamed underneath her shirt and she moaned against his lips.
Keep your clothes on, keep your clothes on.
When his hands brushed across her nipple through her bra, she shuddered.
“It feels so good when you touch me.” She grasped his hair and pulled his lips to her mouth. Scooting up, she felt the bulge in his pants against her pulsating clit. Back and forth they rocked as they kissed and stroked each other. Windows fogging.
Heat pooling between her legs and she wanted more. More of him, more of his skin upon hers and beneath her fingers.
But she knew she couldn’t. Not yet. Easing away from his crotch, she used her hands to scoot back.
When he leaned forward to join her, she put a hand against his chest.
“Sorry.” She caught her breath. “I-I can’t… not yet.” Not until you know the truth about me. Every ugly detail
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Her favorite childhood memories revolved around creating vibrant characters for her friends, and then acting out their adventures. Inside her fantasy worlds of darkened forests, dragon-filled glades, and iced islands, nothing was banned. From the ethereal Elvin to the most maligned Vampires, all were welcome in her fictional realities, a stark contrast to her home, where the magical and mythical was forbidden.
Divorced and disillusioned of love and believing all the love songs and books exaggerated, she put aside her creativity for life. Many years past before characters, from the familiar to the freshly conceived, came to her again, but this time teasing at a new passion, the written word.
Gradually, her real life hero brought love and magic back into existence. During the time when her characters were getting reacquainted, the love of her life was showing her that true love never gives up and rekindles no matter how many times others attempt to extinguish it. Today, she is happily married with three children.
Andrea believes in the power of change and delighting in each moment. But most fervently, she believes in the magic of love and imagination again.