Future Perfect by Suzanne Brockmann

Author:Suzanne Brockmann [Brockmann, Suzanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
ISBN: 0345528948
Publisher: Bantam
Published: 1993-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

When Juliana woke up, the sun was already high in the sky. Webster’s arm was across her as they lay like spoons in his bed. He was breathing quietly and steadily, and she slipped away from him, getting out of the bed to go into the bathroom.

She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Her hair was a wild mass of curls, and her eyes looked a little sleepy. But the smile on her face was satisfied. Very satisfied. She borrowed some of Webster’s toothpaste and brushed her teeth with her finger.

She’d finally found the perfect man. He was smart, funny, handsome, kind, sweet, caring, and he made love to her with a passion that she’d never imagined possible. And on top of all that, he lived a life that allowed him time to travel. Juliana smiled again, thinking Webster could come out to Benton to write several times a year. Write, among other things.

Yes, this had real potential for working out. Juliana would have her own life, he’d have his, and occasionally the two would intersect.

She went back into the bedroom to find that Webster was awake. He smiled at her from the bed, watching her naked body moving toward him, with a desire in his eyes that he didn’t try to conceal. When she got close enough, he grabbed her, pulling her back down under the warm covers with him.

He kissed her—a long, sensuous kiss that left no doubt in her mind what he had planned for the rest of the morning.

She pulled away from him, trying to frown, but not quite succeeding. “I have today off,” she said. “But aren’t you supposed to be writing or something?”

“Or something,” he agreed, pulling her on top of him and kissing her again.

“At this rate, you’re never going to finish your book.” Juliana laughed. “You told me your goal was to finish the first twelve chapters before you leave.”

“My new, immediate goal is to keep you in this bed with me until Thursday,” Webster said, his hands sweeping her body.

“Thursday? Don’t you think we’re going to get a little hungry?”

“We can send out for pizza.” He grinned.

She smiled back. “I think you’re just procrastinating.”

He shook his head. “Procrastinating is getting the urge to do something unpleasant instead of writing, like cleaning out the refrigerator or putting captions in all your old photo albums. Making love to you is not procrastination.”

Now Juliana shook her head. “The definition of the word has nothing to do with the unpleasantness of the task that you do while you’re procrastinating. It’s simpler than that. You should be writing, and you’re not. Therefore, you’re procrastinating.”

Webster swung his long legs out of bed, vanishing into the sitting room. He came back seconds later, carrying his dictionary. Sweet heavens, he was a beautiful man. His legs were long and lean, leading up to narrow hips. He was solid, not all elbows and knees like many tall men. She shivered, remembering how it felt with his weight on top of her.

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