Is it just me or do you get that urge sometimes when you're outside, the weather is gorgeous, and you and your honey are in a secluded spot, to lose your clothes and do the wild thing? I don't know what it is about being in nature but for some reason, when I'm outside and the conditions are ideal (and by this I mean not too hot, not too cold, no mosquitoes, only a light misting of rain, if any), I want to get down and dirty. Maybe it's all the fresh air, or maybe it's the chance that we'll get caught being naughty.
Let me tell you about my latest adventure in outdoor nookie. My honey and I were on a cruise and had a balcony room. (Note to anyone planning a cruise: Get a balcony room. You won't regret spending the extra money.)
The moon lit the waves and the scent of the ocean wafted to us on the warm breeze. I had on a super short skirt and had been teasing him all night. Honey knelt down, pulled off my panties and tossed them into the room (I insisted on the tossing, not wanting my expensive under things blow out to sea.) He bent me over slightly, lifted my skirt and we got busy. For about a minute and a half. The door of the cabin next to us suddenly opened. There's a mostly-solid barrier between cabins, but it's slightly see-through and you can lean around and peer into the next balcony.
Not like most normal people would do that, if they knew their neighbor was out there. (I would, just for the record.) Anyway, we might have just kept on going but the guy lit up a cigarette and that did it for me. We moved our activities inside. Still, it was fun to start out there under the stars and the crashing waves.
How about you? Do you have an outdoor romance adventure to share? Thanks for reading!
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About the Book:
A psychic vet, a secretive werewolf, a menace stalking the shifters. Welcome to Nocturne.
Dylan is a werewolf with a problem. He shifts at the new moon as well as at the full moon. He was born a werewolf, not made like most shape-changers and due to these unique traits he's avoided joining a pack and has given up hope of having a normal life. Morgan is a veterinarian, ready to be on her own for a good long time after leaving a cheating, spineless husband. She has a plan for her life that doesn't include a bossy, furry man.
Both are drawn to Nocturne, a town filled with magic due to a strong convergence of ley lines in the area. Morgan and Dylan recognize a connection when they meet, but neither one is looking for romance. After a harrowing encounter with a panther shape-shifter, they must combine forces and work together to uncover a menace that threatens the town. If they can learn to trust each other and let their guard down, they have a chance to solve the mystery and open the door to love.
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Excerpt Rated R
Now that they were on stable ground, Dylan knew he should leave. Morgan was tired and had work to do and the scent of cat was making him uneasy.
“Let me help you paint. Do you have an extra brush and roller?”
“Oh, you don’t have to.” For the first time since he’d met her, she sounded weary, not cheerful and upbeat, and Dylan realized the dark circles under her eyes were probably not her usual look.
“I know I don’t have to, it’s for purely selfish reasons. The sooner you’re done, the sooner you’ll be back in my store shopping. Besides, any excuse not to do that damn paperwork is welcome.”
“Normally, I’d say no. I hardly know you and don’t want to take advantage of a stranger. But honestly, I’ll be so happy to get this painting done … let me bring you a pan and roller. You can work out here in the lobby. The smell won’t be so bad. Prop open the front door, if you like, let some air in.”
Dylan set to work, and an hour and a half later the walls of the front room were done and Morgan declared it quitting time.
“All I have left to do is one more room and a bit of trim. I can knock that out tomorrow and it will be done. You are one fast painter,” she said, strolling around the room and checking the walls. “Good, too. And look at you, not a drop on your clothes. I’m covered with it!”
“I’ve had a lot of practice.” He smiled, happy to see that light back in her eyes.
“I can’t thank you enough. Listen, I don’t have my kitchen set up yet, but the table is in and I know the number for pizza delivery by heart. Can I buy you dinner at my place?”
Every fiber in his being wanted to spend more time with Morgan, but common sense told him to walk away. She closed the front door and as she picked up brushes and buckets, her scent once again filled his nostrils and he had to clamp his teeth to keep from moaning out loud. The sight of her bent over, her ass up in the air, was like an invitation to heaven. A low growl escaped before he could stop it.
“What? Did you say something?” she asked, turning to face him.
He took a step closer to her and put his hands on her cheeks. Her eyes widened and she caught her breath. Knowing it was a bad idea, knowing he’d just invited trouble into his life, he kissed her anyway. She stood frozen then her lips parted. He turned his head to get a better angle and deepen the kiss. Another growl threatened, but he pushed it back. He ran his hands from her face, down her neck, and felt her pulse, beating strong under his fingers. Her tongue lightly touched his lips. His cock, hard at her first scent, now strained against his jeans. Desire ran through his body, overriding all other thoughts.
Abruptly, he pulled his head back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” He turned, grabbed his keys from the counter, and walked to the door.
“What the hell? You kiss me like that and now you’re going to leave? What’s your problem?”
Morgan stood with her hands on her hips, eyes shooting sparks.
“My problem is… I can’t tell you what my problem is.” Dylan’s hand was on the doorknob but he didn’t want to leave her angry.
“Look, this is ridiculous. Every time we see each other, one of us ends up stomping off, mad. Hey, I’m not a fragile virgin. We can explore some, some sex activities.” Morgan laughed.
“See how long it’s been for me? Sex activities, ha! I don’t even know what to call it anymore.”
Damn she looked fine, a smudge of paint on face and in her hair, still breathing hard from their kiss.
“No, I can’t explore with you, I’m sorry. Trust me, there’s a good reason.”
“What, are you secretly married, have a strange disease, have taken a vow of celibacy? What?”
“Yes, something like that. Trust me, you’re better off not knowing. I’m sorry.” He opened the door and walked out.
About the Author:
Naomi lives in sunny Florida with the love of her life and a magical calico cat. She writes for various fiction and non-fiction markets but is drawn to romance because her characters insist on canoodling and falling in love. So she lets them. Her interests include dancing, motorcycle riding, drumming and creating healthy meals. She takes the opportunity to play whenever possible. Her motto: Never pass up the opportunity to have an adventure!
Visit her at http://www.naomibellina.com/