Time-travel agent Collins is preparing for a routine assignment to the past when rebels kill his commander and force him back in time, unprepared. With no sex-suppression drugs and incomplete training, he's stranded in a strange old world.
Candy was almost resigned to her humdrum life until a man in a strange black get-up dropped onto her park bench. If he wasn't gorgeous, and wounded, she might listen to her common sense and run. But curiosity and kindness have always been her weaknesses, and the fact that this guy rouses her long-dormant libido doesn't hurt, either.
Overwhelmed by the novel sensation of lust, Collins can't resist Candy's sensual sweetness. But every fevered joining of their bodies breaks the stringent laws to which he's sworn allegiance. Being trapped in the past is bad enough. Committing carnal crimes with an irresistible 21st century indigenous could destroy his future—and hers.
Oh, the newly sensitized skin of his hand tingled with the need to explore the fascinating warmth of her. He could not let go or he might give into the urge to touch her round, sweet feminine face. The shocking presence of another human. So close.
“You feel it too,” she whispered, sounding as stunned as he felt. “I-I don’t remember ever being so immediately attracted to someone.” She squeezed his hand and gave a quick grin, a gleam of white in the dark. “But I bet you get that sort of come-on line all the time.”
He shook his head.
His body urged him on again. A kiss. Experience it. You can’t call yourself an expert on an era when kisses were important unless you know what it means to kiss. He knew justification when he heard it, even when his own body and brain coerced him.
Fine, just a kiss, he thought to shut up the stupid urges. Only one, before he’d get home and put himself on the blessed clophim suppressant.
Gah, yes—the moment he got back, he’d gulp down a double dosage. No way he could control this…attraction. Then why try? Why not indulge for another minute?
He inched closer, still holding her hand.
No one would ever know. He found himself croaking the words, “Just one kiss. Before I go.”
Candy pulled her hand from his so she could cup his face. Inwardly she groaned. Why couldn’t she just leave the man alone? He’d made it clear that, despite his arousal, he didn’t want this. But she almost had to touch him, kiss him.. God, it would be something to remember as an old lady sitting on a park bench watching ducks. The day she kissed the most good-looking man on the planet.
She’d once read the line “throbbing tension between them” and had scoffed at the phrase, but something throbbed between them—and not just between her legs.
Even in the dark room she could make out that mouth. Chiseled, warm and wonderful. He seemed to be waiting for her to move to him. She angled her head and grazed his lips once, twice, with her own. Before she could really settle in, he spoke.
“Oh.” His deep voice was husky. “That is nice.”
His startled pleasure, the way he’d not opened his mouth–and she suddenly understood.
The man had never kissed anyone.
How could that be?
She held back her surprise though, figuring any male would be insulted if she expressed amazement.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Hold onto your horses, there’s more.”
“But—” he murmured before she licked her lips and brought her mouth onto his again.
Tentative at first, sweet, delicious. Sensations rather than words rolled through her as their uncertain contact strengthened. She flicked the tip of her tongue over his full lips and his mouth opened. A small whimper rose from her throat and met his answering groan. She wrapped her arms around his surprisingly wide and hard torso
Good, his tongue hesitantly brushed hers. She sucked his lip lightly. A moment later he imitated her. Good gravy, she grew heady with the realization that she played teacher to the best-looking man on the planet.
Copyright © SUMMER DEVON,
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This story was inspired by an essay by the (in)famous Mrs. Giggles who wrote about what life would be like for a male virgin who'd never experienced an orgasm. Here's her review. (Unfortunately, she took down her essay, which was very funny.)