Erotic Military Romance
May 29, 2007
Her sexy letters are his only lifeline in his dangerous world...
Successful computer software engineer Eve Carmichael melts under yet another hotter than hot letter written by Reserve army soldier Sean O'Callahan. Yet Eve can't take the thought of his life in danger overseas, and she resolves to get a sex life-and a life period. That means forgetting Sean before anything bad can happen to him. To celebrate her thirty-fifth birthday, Eve plans a trip to Male Call, a male review club. Still, she worries about Sean. She hasn't received a letter from him in too many weeks. And oh, how she longs for those flirtatious, hot letters.
Sean finds Eve's letters to be the only lifeline in his increasingly chaotic world. As their feelings grow hot and heavy, he can't wait to return home and kindle that pure firepower.
When Eve receives a letter from Sean saying he's been wounded, her fears are realized. But fate and a little mischievous planning by her friends will serve up the greatest surprise of all.
Glad I could float your boat. You've paid me a great compliment. I doubt any man before you has had that reaction to my photograph. What did you do with all that pent up sexual need after you saw my photo? I wish I had a photograph of you. Something in uniform and macho, if you please. Anyway, I had a dream last night, and I'm blushing right now as I recall it. I was lying on this silky white king-sized bed. Lying on it utterly naked. Okay, I wasn't totally naked. All I had on was this skimpy red bra and tiny thong panties. A filmy purple and red gauze material draped over the four-poster bed. But the ceiling above the bed is mirrored. The beautiful room is Victorian, with dark wood and green velvet. There is soft flower scents, rose and maybe lavender. Some parts of the dream were beyond hazy, as all dreams are. This one felt special. Anyway, I'm off track. That black dress lay on the foot of the bed. I should have been cold, but the room felt comfortable on my bare skin. I was really excited and frankly, horny as hell. Okay, I'll admit it. I knew you were coming to see me. How I knew that, I don't know. Then the bedroom door opened, and you stood there. Naked. Honestly, since I don't know what you look like naked... oh, wow, I can't believe I've told you about this dream. I'd better quit now before I say something ultra incriminating and you decide to stop writing me.
She sighed, still somewhat embarrassed by the letter. Then she remembered she hadn't phoned Male Call.
She'd promised to make reservations and something held her back. Maybe she should find it exciting to watch male strippers dance half naked for her, but the only thing her imagination could conjure was a half-clad Sean performing an erotic two-step. She slipped off her athletic shoes and stretched out on the bed so she could enjoy reading his letters. Suddenly, she felt way too warm. She unbuttoned her shirt slowly and unfastened and unzipped her low-rise jeans. Ah, that's better.
You're killin' me here. I've enclosed the picture you wanted, though I got the razzing of my life when two of the guys found out why I wanted them to take it.
His photo fell from the envelope onto her lap, and she quickly retrieved it. Oh, oh, man. When Eve had seen the photograph for the first time, it had floored her. Stunned her. Turned her on like no other picture of a man she'd seen before. She'd seen plenty of attractive men in her life, and she'd always thought Sean could be cute in a nerdy way. This picture blew away her conceptions about Sean belonging to geek city.
Decked out in desert battle dress uniform pants and boots, but without a shirt, he held an automatic weapon in front of his chest in a rough and ready pose. The grin on his face was cocky but charming. His espresso eyes held an intense, badass gaze. His military short, silvery blond hair defined his high cheekbones and made his perfectly cut jaw more prominent. And oh, his chest and arms. Sean owned well-muscled arms and a gorgeous chest sprinkled with dark blond hair that trailed down over his six-pack stomach and into his waistband. Oh, my, my. He was delicious, but in a rough, sharply angled way that shouldn't have turned her on like this. Most women at the office talked behind his back about his tousled messy hair and too-big shirts. Maybe those too large shirts had been hiding this kick ass physique all this time.
He looked dangerous.
Fuckin' seriously hot.
If the office ladies could see him now... if they even knew what fantastic shape he was in-that his body was this fabulous...
She groaned and jealousy flashed through her. Oh, man. She had it bad.
Even now this photo created a desire that filled her blood with instant sexual attraction. His letters had turned her low-grade intrigue into full-on heat. Her mouth watered. She tore her gaze from the photo with difficulty and returned to the letter.
Now that you've seen my ugly mug, I hope you're satisfied. You asked me what else is happening. Hell, there's a whole lot I can't tell you and you don't want to know. We reached Baghdad, and things are dicey. That's about all I can say.
Let's not talk about this fuckin' place, okay? You know that dream you told me about, the one where you're lying on the bed naked? Sounds fantastic. Want me to add to the dream?