Prime passions anthology

When love reaches its prime, there’s no resisting the passion.

Sexual heat can’t be denied in this trio of tales about older women and the younger men who fall for them. In “Moving On” by Bonnie Dee a widow is seduced by a hot young moving guy and opens herself to the possibilities of life once more. When a repressed divorcee places an online sex ad in Veronica Wilde’s “No Strings Attached,” the young man who answers it unlocks her heart as well as her fantasies. In Vivien Dean’s “A Spark of Snow,” a burned out cop rediscovers more than her love for life when a gorgeous young teacher shows her passion doesn’t care about age.

Three women with experience to spare, three hot men with passionate hearts, three unforgettable stories of rebirth and second chance love.

Contains my story "Moving On" - Recently widowed Camilla is moving to a new apartment, leaving her home of seventeen years to begin life as a single once more. She shares a moment of connection with a handsome young moving man, which leads to an unexpected passionate encounter. In one erotically charged evening, everything changes and Camilla awakens to new possibilities in her life.

reviews

Night Owl Review, Reviewer Chris, 4 stars
Each woman was facing a crisis of a sort in her life, and her self-confidence or self-esteem was low. It was heartwarming to read about how the attentions of a man can help to repair what others have torn down. Not that these women wouldn’t have recovered themselves without a man, they were all of strong character, but the romance that developed in each story was truly wonderful.

Coffee Time Romance, Lototy, 4 cups
These awesome couples blow away the stereotypes of older women and younger men. The women are not out hunting down some young stud to play boy toy, but are independent, intelligent, and successful ladies who need and deserve more than just the B.O.B. in the nightstand. The fact that the men in their lives just happen to be younger is really of no consequence. We are definitely talking adults here, all consensual and no cheating spouses.

Excerpt from "Moving On"

Ryan opened the door and wheeled an empty dolly into the room. “Are you ready for us to take down the kitchen boxes?”

“Yes, please.” She leaned against the counter and watched as he loaded cartons of dishes, pots and pans and carefully strapped them.

He paused, resting his arms on top of the dolly. “I’m sorry about hitting on you earlier. I don’t usually come on to strange women, at least not ones I’m doing a job for. It was inappropriate.” He bit his lower lip, and at the sight of his teeth biting into pink flesh she swallowed hard. He fixed his green gaze on her again. “I just wanted you to know I was interested and to find out if you were too.”

She shook her head. “Why on earth would you be interested in me?”

Ryan gave a scoffing snort. “Why not? You’re beautiful.”

Her eyebrows shot up.

He smiled. “Come on. You have to know you’re pretty. But you’re also sad and I want to see what you look like when you smile.”

If he was playing her, he was winning. Camilla’s stomach did another series of somersaults at the compliment, the likes of which she hadn’t heard in years. Not that Sam hadn’t told her she looked nice when she dressed to go out or thanked her for cooking a meal, but there was an automatic quality to his appreciation. She was giddy with pleasure at being told with absolute sincerity by a handsome man that she was beautiful.

“Well, thank you,” she managed. “You’re very sweet.”

“Ah, there’s the smile,” he teased.

After that she couldn’t have kept the corners of her mouth from curving up if she tried. She felt like the wallflower who’d gained the attention of the most popular boy in school.

Ryan straightened and walked around the box-laden dolly which stood between them. He approached her slowly, as if she were a bird which might take flight, and stopped in front of her, gazing down into her eyes.

“I’m going to do something to try to convince you that going out with me is a fun idea. If you don’t like it, I’ll apologize again and we’ll pretend it never happened.”

Camilla was transfixed by his moving lips shaping those words. She knew what those lips were about to do, but even so, and even though he moved slowly giving her time to step away, she was shocked when he leaned and kissed her.

I haven’t been kissed by any man but Sam in almost twenty years. The thought floated in her mind, while her body responded naturally to the soft pressure of Ryan’s mouth on hers. Her lips moved in a soft, grasping motion, plucking on his and tasting them. She pressed her hands to his solid chest, not pushing him away but not pulling him closer either.

She burned from excitement from the heat of his body only inches from hers. Her nipples were tight and hard, and her pussy tensed, aching for the fulfillment it had been denied for too long. His kiss was careful and questioning but hovered on the verge of growing more demanding. She wanted it to be. She leaned irresistibly toward him like a dry leaf being sucked into a whirlwind.

Ryan broke off the kiss and stepped back. His cheeks, already flushed from physical exertion, were even redder, and his eyes had turned from a bottle green to deep jade.

When Pat suddenly pushed open the kitchen door, both of them jerked.

“I’m done in the bedroom. You ready in here?”

“Uh, yeah.” Ryan flashed a smile at Camilla before taking hold of the dolly and wheeling it out.

Standing in the center of her old, familiar kitchen which suddenly seemed like a foreign planet, she watched Pat pile boxes onto the other cart. She looked at the red numbers on the stove clock: Four fifty-three. One minute ago her world had shifted, a box inside her had broken open and things had spilled out. Now at four fifty-three, everything was different--all because a strange man had kissed her.

An excited, fluttery feeling replaced the dull blankness that had shrouded her for months. She thought of an illustration in one of her mythology books for the story of Pandora’s Box--the little spirit of Hope flying out of the empty chest.

The feeling of anticipation remained as the moving men finished emptying the house before closing the back of the truck and securing it. Camilla drove across town to the storage unit, where they dropped off some items, then to her new place. The apartment was farther from campus and located on a street with a bohemian flavor.

When she first checked out the building, she’d been intrigued by the assortment of people coming and going. The slightly seedy district took her back to younger days, a lifetime away from the upscale, tree-shrouded neighborhood she and Sam had called home for most of their married life. This rental had seemed like a good place for new beginnings. Now, as she shoehorned her sedan into a cramped parking space, she wondered if she’d made a mistake.

The Bert and Ernie truck double-parked on the street in front of the building while Camilla stood in the front hall of the apartment, directing the movers. She exchanged no meaningful glances with Ryan. It was as if the kiss had never happened as he focused his energy on getting everything inside quickly before the truck was ticketed.

By the time they’d emptied the truck again, Camilla’s apartment was so overcrowded with furniture and boxes she felt as if she was drowning in her possessions. There was only a maze of walking space to get from room to room. The thought of delving into even one box tonight was too much to contemplate and she thought she might get a motel room to escape the mess.

“You have someone coming by to help you with all this?” Ryan’s voice startled her and set her heart thudding. He approached her, clipboard in hand, and surveyed the disaster of her living room.

“A couple of friends are coming tomorrow to help unpack and organize. I didn’t think I’d feel like it by the end of today.”

“Good call. No one ever does. But you might need to find a few things. I could help with that.” Spoken in a husky tone, the offer sounded suggestive.

The silence after he finished speaking dragged on a few seconds too long before Camilla replied. “Don’t you have another job to get to after this?”

“Nope. This is it for the day. After we return the truck, I’m free. I could pick up some carryout and bring it over.”

There were plenty of reasons to refuse his offer: he was a stranger, she wasn’t ready to date anyone, he was too young, she was too reserved. But the memory of that blazing hot kiss in her kitchen trumped all logic and swept the table clear of chips.

She licked her dry lips. “I guess that would be all right. You don’t already have plans for tonight?”

“Not one. Do you prefer pizza, Chinese food or something else?”

Tilting her head back to look up into his eyes made her dizzy, or maybe it was because she forgot to breathe. “Don’t worry about food. I’ll order in and have it waiting here when you get back.

“Sounds perfect.” His dimples gave him a boyish appearance. How young was he anyway? The age of most of her students no doubt. But she swallowed the guilty, Mrs. Robinson feeling and returned his smile.

He gave her the clipboard.

She signed more paperwork and wrote a check.

“I’ll be back soon.” Ryan suddenly bent and kissed her mouth then whispered, “Don’t start second guessing, okay?”

Her lips tingled and she pressed her fingers to them after he’d walked out. She’d just made a date with the moving guy. How had that happened? On this day of massive change and upheaval it was one more stir of the pot which she didn’t need. But maybe the distraction would be good for her.

She took a shower and shaved her legs carefully, stubble swirling down the drain as she prepared herself for the evening’s possibilities. In her new bedroom, she searched for clothes to wear. A glance at the bare mattress on the bed made her flush as she pictured an erotic tangle of limbs. She should find her sheets and make it up. Even if nothing sexual happened between her and Ryan, she had to sleep in the bed at some point.

As she poked through boxes and put away a few things, alternate waves of anticipation and dread washed through her. She wanted Ryan to come and she wished she’d never met him.
Why couldn’t he have been some dull, normal moving guy like Pat, who only wanted to get through the job and be on his way? What had triggered the chemistry between them? Seeing him had sparked a fizzy feeling throughout her body like electric voltage. She craved him with an elemental desire beyond her control, and he must want her, too, or he wouldn’t be coming here tonight.

The doorbell rang, an unfamiliar tone in an unfamiliar room. Camilla paid the delivery girl for the food and put it in the kitchen. After that she wandered from room to room carrying the painting her mother had given her, trying to find where it fit. The frame was too ornate and the still life too formal for any wall in this apartment. And she realized she’d never really liked the painting. She should’ve put it in the storage unit.

The doorbell rang again and her fingers clenched on the gilt frame. She leaned the painting against the wall and went to answer the door, her pulse racing.

Ryan stood in the hallway, a bottle of wine in one hand. He wore a T-shirt with the logo of a band she didn’t know and a pair of jeans that made his long legs appear even longer. His hair was damp and the sweet scents of soap and shampoo wafted toward her. He offered her the bottle and a smile. “I don’t really know wines so I hope it’s okay.”

Camilla matched his deprecation. “I ordered Chinese. I hope you like that.”

She stepped aside to let him into the apartment and another whiff of clean male tickled her nose as he passed. Her skin burned as if she had a low-grade fever. The hair at her nape prickled, her body responding on a primal level to his proximity. She felt alive and hungry in a way that had nothing to do with the fact that she’d only had a few cups of coffee and a handful of grapes all day.

She closed the door, and he turned to hand her the bottle of wine. Trapped between the door and the solid wall of his body, Camilla looked up into his eyes. The air was sucked out of her lungs. He was so close, so potently male, and so there in her new apartment. When he smiled, she thought her bones would liquefy and she’d melt into a puddle on the floor.

“Hi.” He barely whispered but the word vibrated in his deep voice. His eyes were trained on her mouth. She licked her lips in anticipation. Ryan reached for her waist with his free hand and inclined his head.

Camilla lifted her face automatically, rising on the balls of her feet and meeting him halfway. Their mouths pressed together in a kiss as soft and gentle as a spring rain, and her body unfurled like dry winter grass brought back to green freshness. Her hands slipped up his chest to grasp his shoulders, hard and warm beneath her palms.

Ryan put his other arm around her back and pulled her against him. The wine bottle bumped her rear and his erection pressed into her crotch and stomach. The solid length woke an answering thickness and tightening in the lips of her pussy. Moisture slipped from between her legs, wetting her underwear. In less than a minute and with only a few slow, tender kisses, he’d aroused her more than she’d been in a long time. She was aching, yearning, opening wide.

He released her mouth and moved his lips along her jaw down her neck. Her skin twitched at the small tickling kisses. She could barely keep from jerking away and giggling, and when his stomach growled, she laughed. “You must be starving. You certainly burned off enough calories today.”

“I wouldn’t mind burning off some more before we eat.” He nuzzled the soft spot above her collar bone before straightening and looking into her eyes with a question in his.

Camilla imagined him lifting her off her feet, pressing her up against the door and fucking her right here, right now, no hesitation and no holds barred. She could have that if she wanted it and the knowledge was a huge erotic thrill. But she wasn’t quite ready for that wild abandon. Not yet, anyway.