Since we are leading up to a big BANG of Harmless, I thought we should take a little walk down memory lane.
It is hard to believe that all those years ago, one little novella would lead to so much. In fact, the first publisher wasn’t that interested in it. Romantic comedies have never gotten much respect in the past. So, who would have thought it would have been the top seller on Fictionwise. For those of you who do not know, Fictionwise was the only nonpublisher site to buy digital books. Amazon had a few books, but you had to order it by disc at the time. So, I dominated the site and people fell in love with Anna and Max.
“How small are you?” he asked.
Anna giggled. The joyous sound made him smile as his gaze moved up her body to rest on her face. Damn, but she was gorgeous. She was everything he wasn’t. Open, demonstrative, always smiling. As Anna had said many times before, Max concentrated too much on succeeding—on finishing first. Where Max always had a plan, Anna rarely did, and enjoyed herself three times as much as he did.
“Max, I think you’ve had too much to drink.”
Her eyes sparkled with humor. She had the greenest eyes he’d ever seen. No hint of another color, just green. Like the lawn behind his home in springtime. No matter how flamboyant her personality, or how seductive she was, there was always a hint of intelligence in her eyes. Anna licked her lower lip. He followed the movement, entranced by the sight of her tongue flitting out over her fuller bottom lip. His dick hardened as he thought of her using that mouth and tongue on him. His balls twitched as he imagined the feel of her lips moving over his flesh, the heat of her mouth against his cock.
“What I was talking about is my problem with men.”
“You don’t have problems with men.” In Max’s opinion, men came too easily for her. For a girl who’d barely dated in high school, she’d made up for lost time. “You date too much.”
Anna collapsed against the arm of the sofa in a fit of laughter. “What you mean is I fuck too many guys. I don’t sleep with all of them, Max. But, on the other hand, I’m not embarrassed by my sexuality.”
“Of course not. You brag about it.”
She nudged him with her foot. “I do not. I just don’t hide it. And truth is, there’s a double standard. No one in this freaking town thinks anything of a man having a sex life, but they still hold the antiquated idea that women are supposed to be virgins or hate sex.”
He really wished she would quit talking about sex. Talking about sex was the next thing to having it. Sitting so close, he could feel the heat of her body. It was wreaking havoc with his thought process. She kept talking about sex and each time she said the word it reminded him he couldn’t touch. Which just sucked, and—to quote Anna herself—not in a good way.
She poured herself another shot. Lick, drink, suck. Max shifted, trying to ease the ache in his balls. She purred, her enjoyment of the drink almost making him come in his pants.
Anna leaned back against the multitude of pillows piled on her red sofa. Her dark curls spilled over the vibrant colors. She made the perfect picture of a sensual gypsy. His heart smacked against his chest at the sight of her crooked smile.
“No, I think I figured out that I measure every man against you.”
The thought of Anna measuring men’s dicks with a ruler popped into his tequila-soaked brain. “You measure them? And how do you know how big I am?”
She stared at him for a moment. Confusion clouded her eyes, then dissolved into amusement. Her laughter filled the room.
“No, I don’t mean like that. Although you do have very large hands.” She took a shot and then shook her head. “No, I meant by the way they act.”
“Oh.” The heat of embarrassment crept up his neck and into his face. Anna had been right. He’d had too damn much to drink, especially if he was thinking about Anna measuring his dick.
“All I know about you in that regard is the way you kiss. And you’re very good.” Anna shrugged one shoulder. “I guess everyone thinks first kisses are special, though.”
The memory he’d shoved to the back of his brain pushed forward. He’d been home after graduation, full of himself for doing it with honors. He’d come upon Anna crying over some boy. When Anna had told him she’d never even been kissed and begged him to, Max lost control and gave in to the urge that had haunted him for six months, since the last time he’d seen her. He’d dreamed of that kiss, and more, every night for weeks.
Even after returning to work on his MBA, he’d been haunted by the taste of her lips, the feel of her skin and the thought of what it would have been like to sink into her heated pussy. He wanted nothing more than to possess the right to touch her and make her moan. The need to touch her had clawed inside him. It was wrong then, and wrong now. He still couldn’t stop the primal animal who wanted her, especially when the sane businessman was shitfaced.
“You know, that probably was a mistake,” she said, drawing him out of his memories.
He shook his head, trying his best to clear the newest image he’d invented. “Mistake?”
“Yeah, you’re a really good kisser. And then I had to go out with Tommy Reynolds later that month. He couldn’t kiss worth a damn. All spit and tongue. You’re a tough act to follow.”
The laughter faded from her eyes, replaced by something much darker. Desire so potent he felt the singe of it all the way to the soles of his feet. Blood rushed to his groin. Anna leaned closer, her wildflower scent surrounding him, arousing him. She placed her hand on the back of the couch, then lifted her leg over him and straddled his lap. Her skirt flowed over his pants. When she settled on him, the wet heat of her sex warmed his shaft. Max groaned, his body tightening in response. Her hair slid off her shoulders and brushed his chest, tickling his neck.
His lips were within inches of hers. The only thought that came to mind was taste. A stolen peach on a balmy summer morning. Sweet, delicious, irresistible. He desperately wanted to take a huge bite. She leaned closer, tempting him and driving him insane. Her tongue darted out over her plump, full lower lip. When she spoke, arousal deepened her voice. Her sweet southern accent curled around him and into his heart.
“So, Max, since you’re so good at kissing, I was wondering how good you are at fucking.”