Free The Fantasy Factor by Kimberly Raye

the inside out. “Once we finish, things will get back to normal.”
    “Which means we should get started right away.” His body throbbed at the prospect.
    “We’ll start tomorrow. I’ll call you and we’ll decide on a time and place.” The phone clicked before he could reply.
    Tomorrow.
    She’d finally come to her senses. The knowledge sent a swell of relief through him. No more fantasizing about her. He was going to have the real thing again. He smiled at the thought as he stretched back out on the bed and closed his eyes. And remembered.
    He could still see the beautiful picture she’d made naked and ready and bathed in moonlight. He could still hear the trickle of water and the buzz of insects and her soft moans as he’d slid deep inside her. He could still smell the intoxicating mix of fresh water and flowery perfume and wild female.
    Tomorrow?
    The heat burning between them had obviously burned up all of her common sense. There was no way Houston would make it through another hour without her, much less an entire night.
    If she wanted to finish the Sexiest Seven with him, he would be more than accommodating. But they weren’t waiting until tomorrow. He wanted her and she wanted him and they’d both admitted as much. As far as he was concerned, there was no better time than the present.
    “Number four, here we come.”
     

    S ARAH BARELY RESISTED the urge to snatch up the telephone, dial Houston’s number again and beg him to come over right now.
    She had neighbors, and the last thing, the very last thing, she needed was for anyone to see Houston Jericho coming over late at night.
    If she was going to do this—and she was—she intended to keep everything far removed from the life she’d created over the past twelve years. That meant picking a time and place where she wouldn’t be recognized and there would be no threat to her carefully built image.
    That meant starting with a shower in some motel or bed-and-breakfast in a far-off town where no one could possibly know her identity. Then she could start living out the final four, and gaining some perspective on the fantasies that had consumed her since Houston had rolled back into town.
    She punched the Play button on her VCR and fast-forwarded to part four of The Fantasy Factor: Sexiest Seven Places to Do It.
    The cheesy background music started, along with a brief narrative on the exciting aspects of showering with your mate.
    The man peeled off his slacks and underwear, and Sarah wondered if anyone had ever died of sexual frustration.
    She watched the man step into the shower and come up behind his partner. Heat coiled in Sarah’s belly as he reached for the soap and rubbed the bar between his hands.
    He lathered the woman’s back, her shoulders, the camera at such a close angle that the only thing visible was the glide of tanned fingertips over pale white flesh.
    The video—which she’d ordered from a Naughty Nights catalog she’d come across during a floral convention in Austin—wasn’t the least bit graphic when it came to body parts. The camera revealed nothing below the waist, which was why the classic video had been offered along with the newest line of sexy but tasteful scented lingerie. The manufacturer had set up a booth alongside myriad florists and nursery owners to introduce their new line. They had yellow baby doll nightgowns that smelled like daisies. Purple thongs that smelled like violets. A white lace honeymoon nightie that smelled like lilies. A racy red camisole that smelled like roses.
    When Sarah had spotted the blast from her past, she hadn’t been able to resist. She’d ordered a copy and she’d watched it a time or two. And she’d remembered. And fantasized.
    Just the way she was doing right now.
    Her skin prickled. Heat pulsed through her. She wished more than anything that she had a man’s hands on her, slicking over her skin, soaping and teasing her nipples, slipping between her legs….
    Tomorrow night?
    She was