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"For a Halloween themed blog, we decided to talk about costumes and how they express who we are, our sense of humor, the connections between individuals. If Trevor and Cassie were to dress up for the event, they would probably dress up like a cup and a tea pot, salt and pepper..."
"What the hell are you talking about? Cup and tea pot? Damn, Cecilia!" Trevor, sitting across from me, shivers and glances at Cassandra. "She said a freaking tea pot?"
"Shush, Trevor." Cassandra's eyes narrow and focus on Cecilia.
Chris must have sensed her reaching for her shiny Glock. "Come on, Cassie. You know she's teasing."
"Not funny, Chica." Cassandra leans back against the wall. "We're more imaginative than that."
Trevor pipes in. "We're going as Vader and sexy Storm Trooper." He flashes a grin in Cassandra's direction.
A droll look blankets her face and she rolls her eyes. "Bad enough you're trying to decorate the house but now you want to decorate me too?" She shakes her head and her lips twitch as if fighting back a smile. "I was thinking more along the line of Beauty and the Geek. You know... you decked out in a hot suit with Jack, your laptop, and me...well...." She waggles her eyebrows.
A gleam fills Trevor's eyes. "That's an idea. You show me your costume and I'll weigh the merits of the two." He grabs Cassandra's hand and waves as he drags her from the room.
I dart a glance at Chris. "Really? All that over a costume?"
Chris walks to the closet and comes back with a garment bag in hand. "Glad Cassie's going to change his mind because—"
I burst out laughing when I see the Vader and skimpy Storm Trooper costumes. "Ah hell. Geek minds do think alike."
Halloween is a time of deep emotional decisions. To dress up or not to dress up. What type of costume do you gravitate toward? A themed custom? Sexy and Hot? Or do you like to be creative?
Answer the question in the comments below and become eligible for an eCopy of COUNTERMEASURE, the first novel in Trevor and Cassandra's adventures and some cool swag. At the end of the Hop, we will randomly select and announce a winner.
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Here's a quick excerpt of COUNTERMEASURE:
His pulse raged in his ears as they approached the door of her room, suddenly afraid she would have second thoughts and say something like, "I don't think we should...."
He breathed a silent sigh of relief when she followed him past her door toward his without any hesitation. As soon as the door clicked closed behind them, they were transported to another world where nothing existed but the two of them. He cupped the nape of her neck and pulled her closer to him.
"Cassandra," he whispered as their lips met. With a groan, he quickly captured her mouth with his in a deep, wet kiss. Holding her to him, his tongue thrust forward to swirl along hers, and she kissed him back just as deeply until they both needed more than the sweet taste of each other's mouths.
Before he became completely lost in the whirlwind of desire, he gently broke the kiss. At her questioning look, he simply stated, "I don't have any condoms with me. I never planned on... this...us."
"I wouldn't have been impressed if you did," she commented bluntly. Standing on tiptoe, she gave him a small smile and kissed him hard on the lips, saying, "We're okay."
Her words sent a shiver of anticipation down his spine as he claimed her lips again in a burning kiss and gently eased her backward into the room.
Breathing hard, they parted and undressed, watching each other intently. His eyes were captured by the texture of her skin again, and he looked forward to finally proving to himself that it would feel as silky under his fingers as he so often imagined.
His breath hitched when Cassandra held his gaze while she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor before moving on to the button of her jeans. Trevor's mouth went dry. Her breasts were perfect. No other word could describe them. His body, already awakened by the kissing and quick touching, twitched as if engaging into first gear.
The sound of her zipper being undone snapped him out of his daze. He quickly pulled his t-shirt off over his head and tossed it in the corner, and then proceeded to remove his jeans. His eyes were drawn to her again when she pushed hers off her hips and down her shapely legs. Finally, they stood before each other fully naked in the soft glow of the hotel room's light. Trevor let his eyes caress her, just as they had when he had watched her sleep in his bed. A smile filled his eyes at the flush that crept up her neck and colored her cheeks.
Cassandra's heart slammed against her chest when her eyes reached his after her initial perusal of his body had ended. She blushed on realizing he had been watching her take in her fill. From under lowered lids, she eyed his chest again; the memory she had of him semi-undressed did not give justice to the full display in front of her. Nicely formed muscles showed he wasn't a body-building nut, but someone with a healthy, active lifestyle. His chest tapered down attractively to his hips, its ridges and valleys making her pulse accelerate a notch. Lowering her eyes further, she blushed even deeper at the evidence of his desire for her. The view and the anticipation of what was to come sucked the air from her lungs. A twinge of desire hit her hard, its heat flashing and spreading through her body until it pooled low between her thighs, making her instantly wet.
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