her whole body. His eyes crinkled. “That’s exactly the right reaction, sumisita mia,” he murmured.
When tipping over backward into the ocean during a scuba dive, she’d always have a moment of disorientation before everything turned clear and the ocean turned to an embrace. She’d plunged, and now here she was, right where she wanted to be. “Master, have I mentioned how much I love you?”
To the sound of applause, he lifted Kim to her feet, his hands warm and firm on her arms. His eyes met hers, serious, burning with his own love. “Not nearly often enough. Please work on that, sumisita mia. ”
“It will be my pleasure, Master.”
Cherise Sinclair
Now everyone thinks summer romances never go anywhere, right? Well…that’s not always true.
I met my dearheart when vacationing in the Caribbean. Now I won’t say it was love at first sight. Actually, since he was standing over me, enjoying the view down my swimsuit top, I might even have been a tad peeved-as well as attracted. But although our time together there was less than two days, and although we lived in opposite sides of the country, love can’t be corralled by time or space.
We’ve now been married for many, many years. (And he still looks down my swimsuit tops.)
Nowadays, I live in the west with this obnoxious, beloved husband, two children, and various animals, including three cats who rule the household. I’m a gardener, and I love nurturing small plants until they’re big and healthy and productive…and ripping defenseless weeds out by the roots when I’m angry. I enjoy thunderstorms, playing Scrabble and Risk, and being a soccer mom. My favorite way to spend an evening is curled up on a couch next to the master of my heart, watching the fire, reading, and…well…if you’re reading this book, you obviously know what else happens in front of fires.:)
Visit Cherise Sinclair on the web at http://www.cherisesinclair.com
