A Special Kind Of Love

Excerpt Two: "Hello?" "Hi, beautiful." The deep baritone of his voice rolled over her skin like a caress. She felt hot and cold at the same time and goose bumps crawled down her spine. She was in such big trouble. "I didn't expect to hear from you so soon," she cooed. "I don't want to scare you off, but I really had a great time today. I want to get to know you better. I thought Aaron would be asleep by now and we could talk." "He is...asleep I mean. What do you want to talk about?" "Where are you?" "Um, I'm in bed." "Oh, man, now I have that visual in my head. I've been dreaming about you in bed. In my bed." Dang this man was coming on strong. But I kind of like it. "Really? You are a naughty boy." "You have no idea. What are you wearing?" Sharon laughed. "Sorry to ruin your fantasies, big boy, but I'm wearing flannel pajama pants and a T-shirt. I'm sure that's not what you pictured." "I was picturing nothing..." Sharon barked a laugh "That's not what I meant! I mean I didn't have anything specific in mind." The poor guy was stammering. She loved being able to fluster him. "What are you wearing, Mr. West?" Silence met her question. "Tanner?" "I'm not sure I should answer that question." "Fair is fair, I answered your question. Now answer mine." "Boxer shorts," he mumbled. She closed her eyes and pictured him in her mind. She knew he was muscular, she could just imagine his chest, smooth and tan. Would he have a hairy chest or smooth? Smooth she bet, considering his Native American ancestry.