In celebration of love and romance, three amorous excerpts from my books. Up first, TRUE BLUE FOREVER:
“My Jeana,” he whispered. “You’re so beautiful.”
She stiffened involuntarily in his arms. “Don’t say that, Mickey. I believe that you love me, but don’t lie to me. You promised you wouldn’t.”
Mickey looked at her in confusion. “I’ve never lied in my life, Jeana. You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”
She tried to shake her head, but he wouldn’t let her.
“Don’t you know how incredible you are?” Mickey’s eyes searched her face and slowly widened. “You don’t, do you? God, you’re like a perfect work of art, and you don’t even know it.”
Jeana had never thought of herself as even close to beautiful, but now—looking into Mickey’s amazing eyes so full of his love for her—she had no choice but to believe him. Even if no one else ever thought she was beautiful, she knew Mickey did. And that was all that mattered to her.
“Then you’re the artist, Mickey, because I didn’t exist until you kissed me.”
They lay beside each other on the couch, and Jeana sensed immediately that they’d moved to a deeper level in their relationship. Their kisses were more intense, and when Mickey’s lips moved to her neck, a warmth started in the pit of her stomach that spread over her entire body. She felt that odd pulse between her legs again, and it was as if every nerve and synapse were electrified. She’d never felt so inflamed, and her only thought was of more.
Every brush of his lips on her skin was like a tiny shock that elicited little whimpers from her, meant to tell him how much she liked it and that she wanted him to go further. She knew he got the message because his hands began to explore, and when he touched her breasts through her thin T-shirt, she felt as if he had ignited a fuse that ran to the most sensitive parts of her body. Her chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing, and Mickey misread her reaction.
“Do you want me to stop, Jeana?”
“No, Mickey.” She put his hand back on her breast. “Please don’t stop.”
He smiled as he lowered his lips to her neck again. He was lying with one of his knees between her thighs, and Jeana discovered that it felt wonderful when she moved her lower body against his leg. She knew he shared her arousal because of the hardness she felt against her thigh, and also from the way he moaned when she pressed her body against him.
“You gotta stop that, baby,” he said breathlessly. “I like it, but you gotta stop.”
Instead of stopping, Jeana’s hands slid to his hips and pulled him against her.
“No, Mickey. I want you to make love to me.”
He tensed and tried to pull away. “We can’t, Jeana. I want to, but—”
“I love you, Mickey.” Her hands clutched him tighter. “It’s not wrong if we love each other.”
“I love you too.” He buried his face in her hair. “But, we have to wait.”
“I don’t want to wait, I want you.” Jeana knew she was being reckless and irresponsible, but the pounding of her heart drowned out the voice in her head telling her to listen to Mickey because he was right.
“You know I want you, baby. So much...” He closed his eyes and gasped when her hands found their way inside his jersey and touched his chest. “Jeana, stop. You’re driving me crazy.”
He took her hands from his shirt and sat up. She pulled herself up beside him and put her head on his shoulder.
“Why do we have to wait if we love each other, Mickey?”
He told her the story about his parents, how his birth had changed the course of their lives. When he finished, he said, “I don’t want us to make the same mistake, Jeana.”
“Don’t say it like that, Mickey. You’re not a mistake.”
He smiled. “You’re so sweet. But, do you understand what I’m talking about, baby? You’re gonna be the valedictorian, with the sky as your limit after that. I promised my dad I’d play baseball. If you got pregnant—”
“We can be careful, Mickey. We can wait until we have protection.”
“Nothing is a hundred percent safe, and that’s not the only problem, because I know once we made love I’d want you all the time. We’d be tempted every time we were together, and pretty soon we’d start to take chances.” He covered his face in frustration. “Please try to understand.”
Her laughter surprised him.
“I’m sorry,” she said, “but don’t we have our roles reversed here?”
Mickey smiled wryly. “Let’s face it, Jeana. There’s nothing typical about you or me.”
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