Addicted to your touch

– A taste of summer – Inheriting Trouble.

It was strange how easily he found her—a radiant woman reclined in the shimmering heat.

His cousins shared the same blanket with her. Seth wove toward them dodging through the sea of people, lawn chairs, and coolers. Jasmine spotted him first. “Hey, Seth, come sit with us! I can’t believe we ran into you.” The twins grinned and traded a knowing glance.

Natalie lay reclined on her back, eyes closed, with her delicate hands cradling her head, almost napping. Her pale blue eyes popped open as soon as Jasmine spoke, but she was slow to move, coming back from a sun-induced coma.

“Don’t move, Natalie, you look too comfortable.” Seth slowly drank in her languid body with his eyes, absorbing her curves as he claimed a spot on the blanket next to her.

She didn’t move, only spoke. “It’s the sun. We don’t get super-warm days like this in Seattle.”

After another song, the band wrapped up their set and announced a twenty-minute break. Sound techs swarmed the stage to switch out stacks of amps and gear for the next act.

Jasmine and Rose stood. “Can we bring back anything?” they asked before wandering off to leave the pair alone.

Natalie shook her head. “No, thanks . . . we’ll hold down the blanket.” Seth shifted to face her, hip to hip, the muscle of his thigh snug against her side.

A breeze gently blew her wavy hair, and he reached to tuck a red strand behind her ear. Gliding his knuckles, he burned a trail of desire from her neck just past the edge of her breast, and across her rib cage. Natalie shivered.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Seth stared as she absorbed his touch with her eyes still closed.

“I’m glad you found me. It seems like I’m already addicted to your touch.”