Come, give it to me.
No, not THAT tongue! Geeeesh, you pervert. Put that thing away before you hurt yourself. I’m not talking about kissing… although I guess I COULD.
Kissing is… hmm…well, it’s hard to describe. Basically, it is two people swapping spit, sticking their tongues in each other’s mouth and swirling them around. Sounds romantic, huh? Yeah, not so much. It sounds like a germ-breeding site complete with damp spots and drool. Remember as a kid when you’d see someone kissing, in public or in the movies or TV. Your first reaction was always ewww!
My boys are at that stage now. A simple kiss is terms for a gagfest. They cover their eyes and make disgusting sounds. Oftentimes, I kiss my husband in front of them just to see this happen. (hey, cheap thrill, don’t knock it.)
One day, they will change their minds. We all did. Kissing went from revolting to something that makes our hearts pound in anticipation. It’s more than a meeting of lips and tongues. It’s a meeting of desires, of attraction, of shared intimacy. Too many times, as adults who are free to share any body part we like with whomever, we often forget that kissing has meaning. It shouldn’t be rushed through and shoved aside in the pursuit of naked hokey-pokey.
In TURN IT UP, Bastian knows this. I hope you never forget it.
Her lips flew open to hurl more insults but were silenced by his kiss. Deep, passionate and full of resolve, he snatched the breath from her lungs. The power took her by surprise. Since last night, he’d kept their flirtation light and sweet.
This was not sweet. This was spicy. This was Doctor Hot.
Twenty-four hours of being free to kiss him had spoiled her hands and they crept along his arms to circle his neck without getting clearance from her brain. Her tongue danced with his, a tango of wet heat and unspoken promise. Tacks and papers slid from the bulletin board as her back met the cork.
Had he tasted this good last night around the campfire? She didn’t recall the savory taste of control he had now. His hands on her waist, her breasts pressed into his chest, their heartbeats mingled in time. When he pulled back, her whimper threatened to follow him.
“I’m going to marry you, Charlie. You love me as much as I love you. I know it like I know your favorite color is royal blue, you despise politics and you like Apple Jacks for a late-night snack. You’ve never lied to me so stop lying to yourself. I’m your best friend and I’m going to be your husband. I will love you until the day I die, but I will not make love to you until the time is right. Get used to it.”
“You’re a cocky son of a bitch.”
“Have to be to handle you.”
TURN IT UP by Inez Kelley
Dr. Bastian Talbot and self-proclaimed sex goddess Charlie Pierce heat up the air waves with their flirty banter as radio hosts Dr. Hot and the Honeypot. Off the air, they’re best friends…but Bastian wants to be so much more. He wants Charlie—in bed, and forever.
Problem is, Charlie doesn’t do commitment. Sure, she’s had X-rated fantasies of Bastian, but he was always just a friend—until he impulsively proposes and unleashes the lust they’ve been denying for years. Charlie’s willing to explore where their wild chemistry leads, but she won’t marry him. And he won’t have sex with her until she accepts his proposal, despite her seductive schemes.
What are Dr. Hot and the Honeypot to do? Ask their listeners for advice on how to tame a sex kitten and turn a perfect gentleman into a shameless lover. The Race to Wed or Bed is on…who will turn up on top?
Inez Kelley lives in the Midwest in a house affectionately called The Brady Bunch place. She spends most of her time in a cramped little office (Alice’s room) surrounded by a multitude of books, a plastic gecko and her computer. The growing horde of dust bunnies, her children’s request for meals and a never-ending laundry pile vie for her attentions.