Welcome to my stop along the Romance Me Highway of grass and Earth love.

This man counts as an Earth Day hunk. Just look at all that natural wood.

 

And now to completely change subjects. For this hop I’m posting a snippet of Your Biggest Fan, the ebook that is loaded on the reader for the winner. 😉

Mary’s first date with Dean… 


Dean walked her to the car, got her phone number, and they made a date for the following weekend. Mary checked her phone constantly. The ringer was never off, but just in case she bumped it and missed a call from Dean, she looked every hour. It charged by her bed at night in case he called. When Friday arrived, she had her clothes laid out three hours early. She took a bubble bath with scented soap, shaved, and put on scented lotion.
“You smell like dessert,” Ada told her, holding her nose.
“I want to smell girly,” Mary replied.
“Well, you succeeded,” Ada said as Mary finished applying lotion. “Now, sit down on the bed, and I’ll start on your hair.”
Ada had a talent for blow drying hair and making it look fabulous.
“Long and wavy,” Mary requested.
“You got it,” Ada pulled out a large, round brush and went to work.
The hum of the dryer prevented talking, so Mary let her mind wander. She wanted this to be the perfect first date. Dean sang and played guitar. Finally attracted the lead singer. And he was in college, with good grades. Mom will love him.
Her mother’s opinion mattered to her.
Ada finished her hair, and it was beautiful, falling in shiny waves down her back. She dressed casually in jeans and a tight sweater. A few bangles from her jewelry box on her wrist, silver stud earrings, and boots completed the outfit.
From their living room window, they watched Dean drive up in his convertible. He checked himself in the mirror before getting out of the car.
“How cute!” Ada exclaimed.
Mary felt her knees go a little weak. “Glad I’m not the only one who is nervous.”
He rang the doorbell, and Ada pulled the door open to reveal Mary standing in a sexy pose a few feet away, just as planned. His smile warmed her as Mary walked to Dean and put her hand into his offered one.
“You ready?”
“Yes,” she replied.
The top was up on the small convertible BMW as Dean helped Mary settle into the leather seat. She checked him out as he rounded the front of the car.
“I made some special arrangements,” Dean said, and started the car.
He maneuvered the car through campus and came to a stop just off Roth Way. He helped her out, and they walked over to the Meg Webster section of the Rodin Sculpture Garden. There, on the grass, was a beautiful blanket with a huge picnic basket on it.
“Do you like picnics?” he asked.
She only nodded as her eyes teared up and her heart beat faster.
“You are beautiful tonight,” he whispered in her ear as they walked.
The blanket was huge, anchored by the picnic basket on one corner and live, potted plants on the other three. Mary sat down, and when Dean joined her on the blanket, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.
“Thank you,” she said.
“You are very welcome,” he replied. He caught her waist and pulled her into him. The kiss was slow, tender, and brief. Just as Mary began to melt, Dean pulled away and smiled at her. “We should eat while the food is still warm. Wine, my dear?”
“Yes, please,” Mary said.
The containers in the basket held homemade meatloaf, potatoes au gratin, and sautéed squash.
Dean’s homemade meatloaf melted on contact with your tongue. He was gorgeous. The moonlight streaming through the trees overhead made her feel like a princess from a movie. They ate in silence, and Mary didn’t want to disrupt the mood with the questions running through her head.
Are you real? Am I dreaming? You can cook? No, really, you can cook?
“That was delicious,” she said when she finished her meal.
He picked up their plates and placed them back into the basket. He held the wine bottle over her glass for a moment before she nodded yes.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“Where did you learn to cook?” Mary asked.
“My mother taught me. She owns a restaurant just outside of Sausalito, and I grew up in the kitchen.” He grinned, and his eyes lit up when he spoke.
“You love it.”
“Yes, I love creating something out of nothing. I used to make new recipes when Mom let me.” He laughed. “Although, they weren’t always edible.”
She laughed with him. “Well, this was wonderful.”
“Thanks again.” He leaned toward her.
Their breath mingled as he hesitated for just a moment before kissing her. He was tender and took his time. The desire in Mary grew in intensity with every passing second. Dean lowered her to her back on the blanket and leaned over her.
“You let me know if you want me to stop.”
“I will,” she promised.
This kiss deepened, and he pressed his body on top of hers. As his hands roamed up and down her sides, she caressed his back and ran her fingers through his hair. His lips traveled to her neck, and she felt the cool breeze as he lifted her sweater and exposed her stomach. His fingers trailed up. He pushed his hands under her bra and gently massaged her breast. She adjusted her hips to close the gap between them and firmly grasped his waist.
His hands didn’t move to her jeans or even close to her waist. Her desire rose with the knowledge he would not press her to make love tonight. He caressed and kissed her face, but his lips never explored below her shirt. Only his hands massaged and rubbed her breasts until her nipples tingled and the cool breeze teased her.
Time had stopped for her. Enveloped in Dean’s strong arms, she didn’t want the night to end. When the urgency lessened, Mary searched his eyes for a reason.
“I want to give us a chance. I don’t think making love on the first date is a good idea,” Dean said.
A real gentleman. I’m in serious trouble here.

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Best of luck,

Graylin