and glass and in its center rested a colorful centerpiece of silk flowers and votive candles. The room smelled of a mixture of vanilla and sandalwood. Monte felt immediately relaxed. It had been a grueling day at the office, filled with contract negotiations and marathon phone calls. Two minutes of being in Torie’s home, seated in its soothing embrace, was enough to erase the tension from his body. That was something he’d come to miss—coming into a home run by a woman. An image of Shawna hanging curtains in their living room when they first bought their home flashed through his mind suddenly. Although he had not changed anything significant since she’d passed away, the house no longer held the aura of a woman and, as such, had lost some of its powers to soothe.
Torie entered the living room, carrying two glasses of white wine.
“Here you go,” she said handing one of the glasses to him. “Or would you prefer a beer? I’ve got Coors Light,” she offered.
“No, this is just fine,” he said.
Monte realized that it was more than just her home that made him feel so relaxed. It was Torie herself—her sexiness and her peaceful nature—that made him feel at ease.
“Long day?” she asked.
“Is it that obvious?”
“A little bit,” Torie conceded.
“Yeah, I had a lot going on today. But I don’t want to talk about that. How’ve you been?” Monte asked.
“Everything’s great. Monica just finished reviewing the contracts. She made a few minor changes, which they’ve agreed to, and she wants me to come in to the office on Monday to go over everything and sign. After that, I’ll get the scripts and rehearsals will get under way before long.”
“Sounds like things are moving along just fine. But how are you?” Monte asked.
Torie smiled, once again caught off guard but at the same time pleased by Monte’s innate habit of cutting through the surface issues and getting to the core of the person. This was one of Monte’s most endearing qualities.
“I’m fine. I’ve got to admit, though, that I’m a little nervous. All this happiness feels like a little too much for one girl to hold,” Torie said.
Monte placed a finger beneath her chin, raising her face slightly. He leaned forward and kissed her tenderly on the lips.
“Nonsense. You deserve all the happiness in the world and then some,” he said.
Their kiss was full of promise. For his part, Monte feltthe pieces of himself coming together in that kiss. He had been waiting for weeks to feel her mouth against his again, to taste her juices and hold her in his arms. It had been too long, an agonizing accumulation of days and nights in which he actually felt a physical ache for her. It was ironic to him that he had gone years without a touching a woman, and now that he’d experienced the sensation again, he felt as though he could not do without it.
Torie relaxed against Monte as she felt fireworks explode inside her heart. She’d been craving his kiss, dreaming about it and reliving the moments they’d spent together at his lake house. She wanted to feel his body up against hers again and it was all she could do not to pull him down to the carpeted floor and beg him to take her right now. But she held back. She wanted tonight to be perfect. She was determined to let the night unfold at its own pace, slowly and deliciously, so that she could relish every moment of it.
The silence of the room as they kissed was interrupted by a low growl from Monte’s stomach.
“Are you hungry?” Torie laughed.
Monte laughed with her, rubbing his midsection.
“You heard that? Well, I guess there’s no point in me trying to pretend I’m not starving. I didn’t eat lunch today,” he admitted.
“Well, that will just not do. Come with me, Mr. Lewis. Let’s get you fed and satisfied,” Torie said, standing and grabbing Monte by the hand.
“Baby, you don’t have to feed me food to satisfy me,” Monte said as he stood.
He pulled Torie into his
Torie entered the living room, carrying two glasses of white wine.
“Here you go,” she said handing one of the glasses to him. “Or would you prefer a beer? I’ve got Coors Light,” she offered.
“No, this is just fine,” he said.
Monte realized that it was more than just her home that made him feel so relaxed. It was Torie herself—her sexiness and her peaceful nature—that made him feel at ease.
“Long day?” she asked.
“Is it that obvious?”
“A little bit,” Torie conceded.
“Yeah, I had a lot going on today. But I don’t want to talk about that. How’ve you been?” Monte asked.
“Everything’s great. Monica just finished reviewing the contracts. She made a few minor changes, which they’ve agreed to, and she wants me to come in to the office on Monday to go over everything and sign. After that, I’ll get the scripts and rehearsals will get under way before long.”
“Sounds like things are moving along just fine. But how are you?” Monte asked.
Torie smiled, once again caught off guard but at the same time pleased by Monte’s innate habit of cutting through the surface issues and getting to the core of the person. This was one of Monte’s most endearing qualities.
“I’m fine. I’ve got to admit, though, that I’m a little nervous. All this happiness feels like a little too much for one girl to hold,” Torie said.
Monte placed a finger beneath her chin, raising her face slightly. He leaned forward and kissed her tenderly on the lips.
“Nonsense. You deserve all the happiness in the world and then some,” he said.
Their kiss was full of promise. For his part, Monte feltthe pieces of himself coming together in that kiss. He had been waiting for weeks to feel her mouth against his again, to taste her juices and hold her in his arms. It had been too long, an agonizing accumulation of days and nights in which he actually felt a physical ache for her. It was ironic to him that he had gone years without a touching a woman, and now that he’d experienced the sensation again, he felt as though he could not do without it.
Torie relaxed against Monte as she felt fireworks explode inside her heart. She’d been craving his kiss, dreaming about it and reliving the moments they’d spent together at his lake house. She wanted to feel his body up against hers again and it was all she could do not to pull him down to the carpeted floor and beg him to take her right now. But she held back. She wanted tonight to be perfect. She was determined to let the night unfold at its own pace, slowly and deliciously, so that she could relish every moment of it.
The silence of the room as they kissed was interrupted by a low growl from Monte’s stomach.
“Are you hungry?” Torie laughed.
Monte laughed with her, rubbing his midsection.
“You heard that? Well, I guess there’s no point in me trying to pretend I’m not starving. I didn’t eat lunch today,” he admitted.
“Well, that will just not do. Come with me, Mr. Lewis. Let’s get you fed and satisfied,” Torie said, standing and grabbing Monte by the hand.
“Baby, you don’t have to feed me food to satisfy me,” Monte said as he stood.
He pulled Torie into his
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