Stories of Action, Adventure and Romance

Adult reading
Letitia wanted the treasure - a dagger given by a Chinese Emperor to his favourite concubine, and worth a fortune. Kasper Temple couldn’t let Lettie trek off alone into the Burmese jungle in search of a cursed dagger. He would give his life to keep safe the woman he loved.

They sat on the floor, facing each other. The wine bottles were empty and the cartons licked clean.
“That was damn good,” Kasper said, giving a light belch of appreciation.
Letitia smiled. “My headache is gone and my eyes don’t hurt. Can I take some of that wine home? Drat,” she said, giving a hiccup. “I’ve forgotten what it’s called.”
“Thibu,” Kasper replied, thoroughly aware and totally unrepentant that his eyes were roving Letitia’s body, right from her lovely blonde hair all the way down to her cute, slim ankles.
“I feel drunk,” she muttered, “and very hot.”
“Yes, it’s damned hot. I’d open the windows except it might let in insects and mosquitoes.”
“I imagine we’ll meet plenty of those tomorrow,” she said, undoing the top button of her blouse. “I have packed some mosquito repellent and antihistamine tablets.”
Kasper stared at the rivulet of perspiration that ran down her neck into her cleavage. He wanted to lick it away with his tongue. “Lettie, maybe we should talk about Beau and what he said to you regarding me and…”
She moved across to him on her knees and put her finger to his lips. “Shush, we’re having party. I don’t want you to talk about Beau.”
“Okay, we don’t talk about Beau. Should we talk about your eyes and the operation to stop you going blind?”
“Definitely not,” she mumbled, collapsing onto his chest. “Oh, I’m sozzled, but it’s a nice feeling. It feels good to relax. You know, it feels really good to be with you.”
Kasper leaned forward and kissed the top of her head. It pleased him to know that she actually wanted to be with him.
“Mmm, you smell nice. I always loved the way you smelled.”
“Lettie, I’m sweating buckets.”
“So, am I.”
She glanced up at him and he saw how flushed her face was. “You look hot, Lettie.”
She giggled. “Do you mean hot as in temperature, or hot as in sexy?”
“Both,” he laughed, stroking her cheek. “You know we’re both drunk. That thibu was obviously very strong.”
“I’m glad. I needed it,” she sighed.
“So did I.”
Letitia pushed herself away from Kasper and sat facing him. “I can’t take this heat. Do you mind if I take my blouse off?”
He felt his heart quicken at that suggestion. “Hell, take everything off.”
“I may just do that.”
He thought that was a joke, but it damn well wasn’t. Transfixed he watched as she stood up and unbuttoned her blouse. Shrugging it off, she turned to her skirt and let it drop to the floor. He thought that would be it but she didn’t stop there. Her bra and briefs joined the pile of clothes and soon, she stood before him naked. His mouth grew dry and his groin grew hard.
“That is much cooler but not really cool enough,” she said, stretching her arms above her head.
“Not cool enough?” he gulped, gaping at her pink-tipped breasts.
“Yes, see if you agree. Take off your clothes, Mister Temple.”
“I think I will, Missus Temple,” Kasper said as he tore off his tee shirt and jeans.”
“And those,” she insisted, pointing to his boxer shorts.
He obeyed, unquestioningly, yet his eyes remained glued to her beautiful toned body.
“So, are you cool now?”
“Lord, no, not in the slightest,” he moaned, feeling as though he might spontaneously combust.
“Me neither,” she said, pointing to the door to the en suite bathroom. “You know, there’s a shower in there.”
“I imagine there is.”
“Care to share it with me?” she grinned.
“I imagine I would,” he growled, striding towards her and sweeping her off her size four feet.