SURRENDER
They snuggled down by the fire and pulled the blanket more closely around them. It was snowing steadily now, covering the earth with a white velvet blanket.
Summer felt warm and securely content. They lay like two spoons as he kissed the nape of her neck.
“Dearest,” she whispered, “it wouldn’t hurt anything if you only kissed me a little.”
“No harm in that, Little One.”
He leaned over and kissed her deeply. She felt her pulse quicken. She had not forgotten how his tender touch made her want him beyond reason. She breathed in his warm scent and kissed him back. The fire of desire burned hotter and brighter between them. She wanted more than kisses and caresses. She wanted all he had to give. . . .