Encounter: The Art of Love (Scarlet Nights)
All rights reserved. Copyright ©2016 Kate Hill
Warning: This e-book file contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language which some may find offensive and which is not appropriate for a young audience. Changeling Press E-Books are for sale to adults, only, as defined by the laws of the country in which you made your purchase. Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers.
The Art of Love (Scarlet Nights)
May had seen Blair like this countless times -- barefoot and shirtless, the muscles in his lean torso flowing beneath his paint stained skin as he worked on his mural.
They had moved into this London townhouse just a few months ago, so he had many new walls to cover with his exquisite paintings.
This mural, located in their dining room, was of a peaceful meadow. Purple flowers scattered over lush, green grass. Branches of a weeping willow bowed over a brook that looked almost real enough to bathe in.
“It’s gorgeous, Blair,” she said, approaching him.
His blue gaze slanted toward her and he smiled slightly.
“I wish I had your talent for art,” she said.
“I told you, it’s not about talent. It’s about passion.”
“Well, you have plenty of that, but as much as I love your paintings, I could use some of that passion directed here. It’s getting lonely upstairs in bed.”
He placed a final brushstroke on the brook and put his brush aside. Then he turned his full attention to her. His gaze, soft yet strong, melted over her. Despite all their years of marriage, she had never become immune to his expressive eyes.
“We can’t have that,” he said, dipping his head toward hers. “So there’s only one thing to do.”
“I know,” she murmured against his lips.
“You come down here and watch a master at work.”
“Blair!” Feigning anger, she playfully shoved him away. “That’s not what I had in mind.”
“Me either.” He chuckled and leaned in to kiss her mouth before pulling back all too quickly. “Before I mar your exquisite skin, I’d better have a bath.”
“I’ll wash your back.”
He grinned. “Last one upstairs gets her back to the faucet.”
Blair raced off, heading for the staircase.
“Some gentleman you are!”
She raced after him, but it was impossible to keep up with his ultra long legs that swallowed three steps at a time.