Today’s romantic excerpt is a little different…an indoor picnic. It’s from Mark Love’s novel, Vanishing Act. Enjoy!
I stood in the doorway to our bedroom and watched him. Even asleep, Malone could affect me like no other man I’d ever known. Not that there were that many. He stirred and reached across the bed for me, instinctively seeking that physical contact. I leaned against the doorway and sipped from the mug of tea I was holding in both hands.
“Hey, Jamie,” he said, his voice a bit raspy. Malone stretched beneath the quilts.
“Brunch is ready, Vasily. But first you need to shave and shower.”
“I was hoping to spend a very lazy day with you, Jamie.”
I could feel my eyes twinkle with delight. “That’s exactly what I had in mind too, Vasily. But first you must shave and shower.” I set the mug on the dresser and leaned over, rewarding him with a long, lingering kiss. When he tried to pull me down on top of him, I stepped back and pointed toward the bathroom.
Grudgingly, Malone slipped out of bed and headed for the shower. When I heard the water running, I returned to the living room and urged myself to be patient.
A little while later, Malone stood before me. He was wearing a thick terry cloth robe that reached almost to his knees. And I knew that was all he was wearing.
“Jamie, what did you do with my clothes?”
Innocently I batted my lashes at him. “What clothes, Vasily?”
“All the clothes from the closet and the dresser that belong to me are gone. The only thing in the bath or the bedroom is this robe.”
I moved from the rocker to stand before him. “Today, Vasily, you will not need clothes. We have a sumptuous feast awaiting us. It is a winter version of a picnic. There is a nest of blankets and pillows to sprawl upon in front of a roaring fire and soft music playing on the stereo. And if you get chilled, I promise to keep you very, very warm.”
Malone’s gaze shifted from me to the array on the coffee table. There was a plate of shrimp, a bowl of hummus, crackers and chunks of dark rye bread, several different types of cheese and dips, a platter of fresh fruit and two steaming mugs of hot and sour soup. Then he looked briefly at the fire. Gradually he turned his gaze back to me. I was wearing a black satin robe and some of Malone’s favorite perfume and nothing else.
“Welcome to a lazy day, Vasily.”
He drew me into his arms and we slowly sank to the nest of pillows. He didn’t say a word, just slowly began kissing me. As he worked his way down my neck, I felt his fingers slowly untie the sash on my robe.
“I’ll give you back your clothes tomorrow, Malone,” I managed to gasp.
He paused and leaned back to look at me. “Suddenly clothes don’t seem very important, Jay.”
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