Dyami and Amanda flirt throughout their story.
Their easy, flirtatious banter compliments the heat flaming between them.
Here is a scene at the begining of Eagle Dance.
Definitely one delicious piece of
man candy she couldn’t wait to unwrap. Amanda imagined what had to be
well-defined pectorals and bulging biceps hiding under the heavy coat. If he
had washboard abs, she’d jump at the chance to lick thick, warm chocolate-fudge
topping off them. Hopefully one night with him would end her craving.
“Let’s get the pizza then head to
the cabin.” He dropped the phone in a cup holder.
She spoke matter-of-factly. “We
should pick up some chocolate or caramel syrup, too.”
He blinked sinfully long
eyelashes and as the suggestive words sank in, he smirked. Leaning over the
center console, he framed her cheek with one large hand. His eyes bore into
hers as he took her mouth in a searing kiss that ended much too soon. “You got
something planned for dessert?”
“Maybe.”
Pizza, fire in the fireplace, a little dancing, and hot sex on the couch, everything was going great until Dyami fell off the couch. But our lovers manage to make light of it. Then Amanda wants to get her man completely naked in the shower.
She wiggled her bottom then hopped off. “I like the way you rumba. Would you care to join me in a nice hot shower?”
“I most certainly would.” He stood and tugged on his jeans. “I’ll add some wood to the fire first.”
“Oh, honey, you already did that.” Purposely swaying her bare hips, she sashayed away.
“I don’t want the fire to go out.”
“Don’t worry about that.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “It won’t.”
“But it needs more stoking.”
“Oh, I love it when you talk dirty.”
The sound of his hearty burst of laughter followed her into the bathroom.
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