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Whoa. Wait a minute. This wasn't the signal she had been giving all the way home. But then again, she was pretty tipsy when they left the restaurant. Maybe she was sobering up and had a change of heart. Ken leaned down to kiss her goodnight and she responded with such passion his lips burned. "Are you coming in, or are we going to stand out here and freeze? Besides, I have to pee," Amber laughed as she grabbed his tie and pulled him through the door. "Make yourself at home. I'll be right back." She planted another sizzling kiss on his mouth before she ran down the hall. Ken felt dazed. Talk about mixed signals. This woman was really messing with his mind. He wondered if it was intentional, or just her internal values warring with each other. Or maybe she was just plain drunk, and he needed to be careful. He didn't prey on women who weren't thinking straight. "So, Lover. Did you miss me?" She was back, looking sexier than a few minutes ago, if that was possible. The neckline of her top was even lower, showing a lacy edge of black bra. God, she had the most beautiful breasts. Their softness pressed against his chest made him hotter. Pushing her away from him, he stared down at the creamy globes. "I have a question." His voice sounded strangled to him. "Yes." "Are those real? I've been wondering all night." "I noticed you seemed to have trouble with your eyes." Amber's giggle ended in a hiccup. "But to answer you question, they're all mine" "Can I touch them?" She threw back her head and laughed before taking his hand and placing it on top of her left breast. "Touch away." They felt even more delicious than he imagined. Soft, yet firm, the nipples hardening beneath his fingers when he brushed over them. "Can I kiss them?" "Sure," was the breathless response. He slowly slipped the creamy delights from the lace covering them. The hard pink tips beckoned to be kissed. His mouth tasted one, then the other; sucking, nibbling, and biting. He felt the need to devour them, taking as much into his mouth as he could until he felt her pushing him away. "Slow down, Lover. We have all night. Why don't you make use of the bathroom while I slip into something more comfortable? I'll leave the door cracked so you won't have trouble knowing where to find your delight," Amber started down the hall, teetering slightly before placing a hand against the wall. He saw the glow of soft light coming from the cracked door. Opening the door it became obvious she had gotten more comfortable. Amber's nude body lay on top of the covers, her hands cradling her right cheek-and she was fast asleep. He stood beside the bed, appreciating the vision, and listening to the soft snores coming from the sleeping beauty. Taking the afghan from the foot of the bed, he laid it over her. He leaned down and planted a kiss on the exposed cheek. "Sleep tight my love. I know next time to limit your alcohol consumption. But I'm a patient man who finds you worth waiting for." This is an excerpt from "Call Me", available from Triskelion Publishing. This work is copyrighted 2005 by Lizzie T. Leaf.