Night Whispers - Leslie Kelly [60]
“Last night was amazing,” he said.
She smiled gently, admitting, “I thought so, too. I never imagined…I mean, Lady Love might sound like she knows everything, but to tell you the truth, Mitch, I never knew such feelings were possible. I didn’t know something could be so pleasurable, so totally mind-consuming. I’ve been wanting to make love with you for the longest time, but until last night, I didn’t even know what making love really was.”
Mitch noted that nothing was as arousing to a man as knowing how completely he satisfied his woman. And at that moment Kelsey looked like a well-contented cat who’d licked clean a huge bowl of rich cream. His body responded instantly.
“So, we’ve given in to this incredible attraction that’s been building for weeks,” he said softly. “What now?”
“Well,” she said playfully, sliding his shirt off her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor, “we could give in again.”
Her green eyes narrowed and she crawled toward him from the foot of the bed. Mitch crawled to meet her halfway.
10
“I WANT TO TELL YOU MY FANTASIES.”
Kelsey leaned closer to the microphone, dropping her voice to a sultry whisper. “Those delightful little vignettes we imagine, those interludes we allow ourselves to dwell on for brief moments during our day, or for long hours at night, are our fantasies. Those scenes we picture as we’re slowly waking from a long night of evocative or haunting dreams. They taunt us, floating in the outer reaches of our minds, and we sometimes don’t even remember them when we are fully awake. But they’re there, waiting to visit us again, waiting to tantalize us with their seductive promise when we are ready to surrender our minds to them.”
“DAMN!” MITCH MUTTERED as he stared in frustration at his gray slacks, which he’d just coated with half a can of spray starch. Kelsey’s voice and words had completely distracted him. He’d been standing in his living room late Monday night, figuring he’d do some ironing while he listened to her show. He planned to wait up for her. He’d hated to watch her leave earlier that evening. They’d been inseparable since Saturday night.
Glancing at the slacks, he realized there was no point in even trying to continue ironing. He’d have to wash the pants again, anyway, unless he wanted to walk around as stiff legged as a flamingo.
When Kelsey broke away for her first set of commercials, Mitch unplugged the iron, turned down the lights and sat heavily on the couch. He took a sip of his drink and settled back. He could not even try to do anything else but listen to her, whispering to him in the dark.
“FANTASIES COME IN MANY FORMS. There are wishes for the future that masquerade as fantasies. For instance, I fantasize that Night Whispers goes into syndication and gets picked up nationwide.”
Kelsey laughed softly, inviting her listeners to laugh with her.
“I also fantasize about my personal life, who I might end up with, how he’ll love me more then I ever thought anyone could. How we’ll want to give up our individual lives to create a new one together, perhaps sharing that new life with children.”
A sudden image of Mitch holding a sweet, dark-haired girl intruded, but Kelsey pushed it aside and continued.
“We fantasize about winning the lottery, about being discovered as a great artist, about writing a bestselling book. And all of these fantasies are important, and enriching.”
Kelsey gave a low, throaty chuckle, knowing her audience knew her too well to think she was going to talk about those types of fantasies on her show.
“However, since this is Night Whispers, I think we’ll talk about fantasies that are a little more…seductive.”
“OH, MAN,” MITCH SAID ALOUD at Kelsey’s words. It was going to be a late night.
It was getting a little warm in his apartment,