Hot & Bothered! A Taste of Wanderlust

I just heard about the Book Boyfriends Cafe’s Friday blog hop, and I couldn’t wait to join in! This week’s theme is sexual tension, and we’ve been asked to share a scene that will leave you (I hope) hot and bothered. So here goes!

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Background: Jason and Monica are freshmen at college who have recently fallen in love, both for the first time.

The weather had been unpredictable, sunny one moment, hailing or storming the next. We’d seen the skies start to get darker, but we’d been dawdling on the quad after lunch, holding hands and flirting.

Then the skies opened up, and within a minute we were both soaked to the skin. We ran hand in hand to my dorm room, which was closer than hers. By the time we got there, we were both laughing and shivering and soaking wet. My roommate had a lab that afternoon, and of course, my first thought was that we had the room to ourselves for at least a couple of hours.

“Let’s get you out of those wet things before you catch cold,” I suggested.

She saw right through me, of course, and laughed. “Uh huh. Is that what you’re worried about?”

I unzipped her hoodie and peeled it off her. “Your health and safety are my top concern,” I said, smiling.

“Right!” She laughed again, but in that moment, I knew it was true: sure, I hoped this would end up with something sexy, but it was more than that. Her well-being really was my top concern.

I stepped back. “Okay, out of those wet things. I’ll put everything in the dryer downstairs and you can have a t-shirt.” I rummaged around and found a t-shirt and a halfway clean towel.

She looked surprised, and maybe a little disappointed, but she peeled off her wet clothes while I turned my back. By this time, we’d done almost everything except actually have sex, but she still wasn’t comfortable being undressed in front of me, which I found both sort of ridiculous and sort of adorable. I changed into shorts and a dry shirt myself, grabbed our wet clothes and a few quarters and took everything down to the laundry room.

When I got back, she’d slipped into my bed, but the t-shirt was on the floor and I could just see her bare shoulders peeking out from under the comforter. She’d spread the towel over my pillow. I looked at her wet hair fanning across it. “You look like a mermaid.”

She smiled. “I can do things a mermaid can’t do.”

“Like what?”

She shrugged and smiled suggestively. “You’ll have to come closer so I can show you.”

I sat down at the edge of the bed. I lifted a corner of the towel and dried her face a bit. “I hear you mermaids are dangerous. You could lure me to my doom with this beautiful hair of yours.”

She laughed. “The point is I’m not a mermaid. Lie down and I’ll show you.”

“I bet that’s what all you mermaids say,” I said, slipping under the covers. I put my arms around her naked body and kissed her. She was still shivering and I held her tightly. “Someone needs to warm you up.”

“Someone is warming me up,” she replied, her voice husky.

I nuzzled her neck. “So what can you do that a mermaid doesn’t?”

“Let me show you,” she whispered.

… If you’d like to read the rest, you can find Wanderlust on Amazon.

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