Wild Desire
“You’re not fine at all, are you?’ His hand was holding mine now, and his voice was firm, kind and utterly meltingly sexy! ‘I don’t want to hear any more about it. As soon as the doc gives the word, I’m going to drive you home and take care of you!’
‘Okay, Santa ... You win!'
I didn’t try to shake off “‘woozy’ this time. I was all in favour of woozy if it kept my sweet Saint Nick at my side and gave me such outrageously detailed visions! My eyelids — both covered and uncovered — fluttered down, and behind them Nick was dancing again. In my bedroom, stark naked, heavily oiled and rampant, he moved far more explicitly than he’d done for his public audience. His long tanned hands traced his lon