" "Most of us?!" He pretended outraged surprise." "Most of us?!" He pretended outraged surprise. "Just who else have you been entertaining up here wench?" "Only the milkman, the postman, the gasman, the delivery boy, and two salesmen," she said softly, unbuttoning his shirt and punctuating each phrase with a kiss on his chest, then shoved the shirt off his shoulders. "That's a relief!" he heaved a tremendous sigh to emphasize the extent of his relief. "I was afraid it was something serious! Here give me that." He threw the shirt in the general direction of a chair, then poured wine into their glasses. He handed her one, opened his briefcase and took out a large and obviously heavy package. He set it carefully on a floor vent just as the furnace kicked in and began breathing warm air. "I'm still half frozen, honey," he said, sliding back onto the bed and picking up his own glass. "Let's thaw out a little first, okay?" "Sure," she said, eyeing him speculatively. "And will you explain just why you had to put that on the heat while we do that?" "Because," he sipped wine and his eyes laughed, "it's just as cold as I am and it needs to be warmer." "Of course," she purred wickedly, slithering over to slide her free arm around his neck, nestling firmly in his lap as she sipped from the glass in her other hand. "And just how did you have it in mind to thaw yourself out, oh spouse of my heart?" "Oh, I'm sure something will come to us. Aren't you?" And he bent his lips to hers once more, tasting their honied fire and the wine. |