"Want to light a fire tonight?" he asked as they rounded the last corner and approached their house. "We could make love on that rug in front of the fireplace."

"Oh yes," she breathed, beaming up at him. A few minutes later she sat on his sofa sipping wine while he built a fire in the old brick hearth. She kicked off her shoes and socks, even removed her jacket and sweater, and waited for him in just her jeans and camisole, her hard nipples rasping on the silk as she watched the flex ...