While Alan is away, bravely serving in the country's armed forces he and Meghan have to find creative ways to keep their passion alive. They begin sending letters, risqué, naughty letters, telling each other their deepest fantasies, things they’d never shared when they’d been together in person. Meghan gets into the spirit of things, picturing the events as they happen, and it’s almost as if Alan is there. When he’s sent home on leave, she discovers this hunk of a hotty, either in uniform, or out of it, is not ...
While Alan is away, bravely serving in the country's armed forces he and Meghan have to find creative ways to keep their passion alive. They begin sending letters, risqué, naughty letters, telling each other their deepest fantasies, things they’d never shared when they’d been together in person. Meghan gets into the spirit of things, picturing the events as they happen, and it’s almost as if Alan is there. When he’s sent home on leave, she discovers this hunk of a hotty, either in uniform, or out of it, is not the same man who left... Reader Advisory: This story has been previously released as part of the Naughty Nibbles anthology by Total-E-Bound
Bestselling author Christy Lockhart is the author of eleven books from Silhouette Desire, Silhouette Intimate Moments, Elloras Cave and Loose Id and now, happily, Total-e-bound. She also had a historical romance produced in audio format.Originally from Manchester, the world is her playground, and she now calls the splendor of Rocky Mountain Colorado home. She is a past president of Colorado Romance Writers and a past Board Member of Romance Writers of America. She's the recipient of Colorado Romance Writers Writer of the Year Award, RWA's prestigious Emma Merritt Service Award, along with the Coeur Du Bois Love of Romance Award.As a certified life coach, she helps inspire others to live their dreams, as well.
Everyday, in a Letter He bumped his hips against her behind, trapping her between the countertop and his body. She gasped at the contact. She hadn’t even heard him come into the bathroom. The man moved as silently as a shadow. Meghan met his gaze in the mirror. Lieutenant Alan Denton, proudly serving in The Queen’s Royal Hussars. Oh. Yes. He was also her husband. Sometimes she needed to pinch herself to remember that it was real. They’d only known each other a handful of desperate, passionate months before he’d put an engagement ring on her finger. Shocking her and all of her relations, he’d followed it with a wedding ring the exact same day. Her insides melted and her pussy flooded with juices. Was it possible for a man to be any hotter? His mesmerising eyes, darker than the blue of the North Sea, and his black, regulation-length hair were startling in their contrast to one another. He might have been in civilian clothes, but he wore them with military precision. His dress shirt was starched, and the creases were so sharp that she cheekily wondered how he didn’t injure himself. She felt his erection against her backside. “Missed me, did you, soldier?” She’d missed him. She’d counted down the months, the weeks, the days, the hours until she’d get to see him. And having him home was more blissful than she could have imagined. His arms came around her and he drew her even closer. “What do you think?” He didn’t seem to care that she’d already taken off her make-up or that her hair was piled on her head, still damp from her bath. A couple of strands escaped and lay curled against her cheekbones. “I think I want you to do something with that.” “With what?” “Your erection.” She rolled her eyes, earning a grin from him. “It seems a shame to waste it when our time together is so limited.” He moved his grip a little, so that his hands were on her hip bones. He held her there so she couldn’t escape. He had always been keen on capture fantasies, and if she told the truth, she liked them, too. He’d chase her. She’d elude him. She loved it when he found her, grabbed her, spirited her away, and then forced her to do his evil bidding. There was no place she’d rather be than in his arms, and they both knew it. She supposed that’s what made the forced seduction angle to their lovemaking such a kick. The illusion she could actually deny him anything was as appealing as it was impossible. “You’re reading my mind,” he told her. Meghan wore no knickers and her robe was a frothy, silky thing that was so thin it was nearly sheer. He wore trousers, and, if her guess was right, no boxers or briefs. She could feel the exquisite hardness of him. And she wanted him inside her. Deep. She throbbed, just thinking about it. “I have a surprise for you.” “What? Now? Something other than your hot body?” He grinned. “Yes.” “Honestly?” “Honestly.” Now she was trying to wiggle away. Maybe it was his fantasy, after all…powerful Alpha male captures helpless female and ravishes her.