A Kiss in the Dark
- 1 oz. Gin
- 1 oz. Cherry Brandy
- 1 oz. Vermouth (Dry)
Garnish: No Garnish
Pour all ingredients into a shaker with ice. Shake and strain into a chilled martini glass.
A Kiss in the Dark
“I’ve always been told body heat is the best way to warm someone when they’re chilled.” Those magnificent hands moved down to her hips, pulling her closer.
“That might work. If you don’t mind.” Did she sound as breathless as she felt?
“I’m willing to make the sacrifice. After all, we’re in the middle of a natural disaster.”
“I wouldn’t want to put you out any.” Damn him! He was laughing at her. She tried to back away, only to have his grip tighten.
“Oh, I think I can manage.”
The darkness had sharpened her senses. She felt the slight movement of air against her skin as he bent, his lips seeking hers. OK. Maybe he wasn’t laughing at her.
She’d noticed his hair when he waded out to pull her from her stranded truck, the ponytail accenting his profile. Somewhere between the truck and here the neat tie had come loose. Now as he bent his head to press his lips against hers, his damp hair spilled over her shoulders, almost sizzling against the heat of her skin. She buried her hands in his curls, rubbing handfuls over her breasts.
He didn’t need any instructions. He read the message her body was sending him like a blind man’s fingers over Braille. His teeth scraped her nipple through the thin lace of her bra -- the one concession to femininity her uniform allowed.
Oh, yeah. He could manage just fine.
Soft moans reached her ears through the hazy mist of lust. Her voice? His? She couldn’t be sure. His hands slid around to cup her ass, pulling her against him so she could feel his cock, struggling to escape the tight confines of his pants. It took her but a moment to pull the T-shirt over his head and unfasten the worn snap of his jeans.
The bed was behind her. She felt it come up against her calves as he guided her back. They laughed as he fought to keep them both upright while he threw the bedcovers out of the way. A quick fumbling noise and a slight ripping sound told her at least one of them had the sense to remember protection. Then he was over her, in her, driving in hard and heavy as she fought to meet him thrust for thrust, their damp bodies slapping together in a rhythm older than time.