From the Past
Fan fiction and fond (mostly) memories
of soap days gone by
Too Hot To Handle
by Deanna Lynn
Sheridan ran a hand through Luis' dark hair and wasn't at all surprised to find it was still damp from the sweat
of their lovemaking. She smiled as she recalled how Luis had moved the hair back off her face just before he entered
her. That had been one of the single best moments in her entire life. The other best moment was hearing him call
her Sheridan. Since their first meeting, he had adopted Ethan's nickname for her and she had all but given up
hope that he would ever say her full name. She broke out into a wicked grin as she recalled the moment he said
it, right before she climaxed. She still didn't know how she had managed to open her eyes and look at him in that
moment. She was surprised she was able to do much of anything let alone comprehend and meet his request. He had
sent her into an elliptical orbit and she still wasn't sure she had come back down to earth yet.
Luis finally managed to get enough energy to move off her and she was surprised at the sudden loss she felt. She
rather liked Luis being on top of her... inside her. She smiled again then watched as Luis got out of bed and
walked into the bathroom. She wasn't embarrassed to stare at him while he did it either. He had the most magnificent
body, she thought watching as he shut the door. Sex between them had been more incredible that she could have
possibly imagined. In fact, she could quickly see herself becoming addicted. And the best part of all of it was
the fact that there was no pressure. No strings held them together, it was just pure physical satisfaction and
she rather liked that. She had definitely proved that she was no little miss innocent.
She nestled deep into the covers then closed her eyes and waited for Luis to come back. He hadn't said anything
yet, but then she didn't really think he needed to. What had happened between them tonight had literally defied
words and she didn't need to hear what he thought about it. She knew what he thought because she had felt what
he thought. She had seen the look in his eyes and knew he felt the same thing she did. She sighed then opened
her eyes as she heard the bathroom door open again. She looked up at him and smiled when he walked toward her
and got into bed beside her. He had to be the sexiest man she had ever seen.
She raised a finger to his face and began to trace its contours then smiled when he grabbed her wrist and pulled
her to him so that she was nestled against his side with her head and hand resting on his chest. She ran her hands
lightly over his chest, fingers spread, and he gave a low throaty moan of satisfaction as her hand rubbed across
his abdomen. She loved touching him. She loved feeling his hardened muscles underneath her hands. In fact, she
thought with a grin, she loved touching him almost as much as she loved him touching her. She had known he was
good with his hands, she had seen him working on the pool house. But she hadn't realized just how good he was
with his hands until they were touching her body, taking her to a place she had never even dreamed of going to
before. Now that she had been there, she couldn't wait to go again.
"Luis?" She whispered against his chest.
"Hmm?" He said distractedly as she began to kiss her way across his chest. He placed a hand on the back
of her head then closed his eyes and groaned as her tongue circled his nipple. She raised up slightly and gave
him a wicked grin then, as she continued to place kisses across his chest, she slid one leg over his so she could
straddle him. He sucked in a deep breath as she let her body fall against him. "Sheridan, sweetheart, you're
going to kill me."
Her lips froze against his chest. He'd said it again, she thought raising her head to look at him, he'd said her
full name again. As if he just realized what he said, his dark eyes opened and locked onto hers. Neither of them
moved. Neither of them breathed. They just stared.
Luis wondered if this - this sudden sense as if he were falling - was the same feeling a skydiver felt right after
he jumped out of the plane at twenty thousand feet. He figured it probably was. He was so lost in the lagoon
blue depth of her eyes that he felt like he was free-falling - with no parachute. He couldn’t breathe or even
think. He was completely and utterly lost in her eyes.
He raised a hand to her cheek and watched as her eyes darkened to an even deeper shade of blue. She had the most
beautiful blue eyes, he thought. They were definitely eyes a man could get lost in – and he was. He was just
lost. It was like they were magnets pulling him in deeper and deeper until he could see nothing but the startling
dark blue eyes in front of him. He'd never felt anything like this before. He'd never felt drawn to a woman,
not like he was right now. Almost as if he were in a trance, he leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers.
The moment he touched the soft fullness of her lips he knew without a doubt he was in way over his head.
This kiss was different from all the others they had shared. It wasn't hot and in your face so much as it was
tender and understated. It was definitely affecting him far more than any of the others he'd shared with her...
than he'd shared with anyone. He groaned as her tongue traced his bottom lip, teasing him by slipping inside only
to pull back when she met his tongue. He let her think she had the upper hand for a few more seconds and then
when she once again slipped her tongue in his mouth, he caught it between his lips and began a gentle sucking that
had her nails digging into his upper arms. When she moaned, he released her tongue and slipped his inside her
mouth to torment her the way she tormented him.
He raised his hands to the small of her back and pressed her closer. They both moaned as her lower body came into
contact with his. They fit together so well, he thought, and they responded to each other the same way. It was
almost as if they had been… he shook his head and refused to even think that thought. This was sex, nothing more.
It couldn’t be more. He wouldn’t let it be more.
"Luis," She said pulling her head away to kiss her way up his neck toward his ear. Once there, she nipped
his earlobe then whispered, "I love how you felt inside me."
He swallowed hard then let out a tortured breath as her tongue traced his ear and her hands roamed his body. He
wanted to take things slow this time, but he wasn’t at all sure they could. Every time she touched him, he went
up like a Roman candle on the fourth of July. When she closed a hand over him and began to stroke him, he let
out a curse then rolled them so that he was the one on top. "I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I can’t take it when
you touch me like that. I like it way too much and I want to take things slow this time."
"Why?" She asked as she raised herself up to kiss him. "I thought we did pretty good the last time."
"Oh we did." He said lowering her back to the mattress and placing kisses along her jaw and down her
neck. "You know we did. But I want to explore every inch of your body and I want to take my time doing it.
Is that okay with you?"
He circled one dusky pink nipple with his finger then raised his head to look at her. Her eyes were half closed,
but they opened wider, as if sensing his stare, and locked onto his. He sucked in a breath at the look he saw
in them. He was sure that it was hot enough to burn him alive. "God, you make me hot. You can make me lose
control with just a look. Did you know that?"
She shook her head yes then broke out into a wickedly sexy grin. "Yes, I did, because you do the same thing
He groaned then lowered his head and took her nipple into his mouth. "God, you taste so good. So sweet."
She arched up and he locked his arms underneath her and held her to his mouth. Her hands tangled in his hair and
he smiled against her breast. He loved how she responded to him almost as much as he loved making her respond.
The ache between his legs intensified as an image of the look on her face as she climaxed flashed in his mind.
It had been so strong and so intense. He’d never felt anything remotely close to what he felt with Sheridan…Sher
in that moment. He knew he probably wouldn’t again. They just seemed to have the right chemistry between them
that made things more intense than they normally would be. He certainly wasn’t going to complain about it. He’d
loved ever damn minute of having her naked beneath him… of being inside her… of making her lose control. He loved
that the most, he thought. Seeing Sher lose control was one of the best things he had ever witnessed and he couldn’t
wait to witness it again.
Sheridan leaned back against the sheet with a contented sigh. She hadn’t thought it could get any better than
it was the first time, but she’d been wrong. There was something to be said for going slow. It had definitely
been worth it, she thought as she rolled to her side and looked at Luis. Beads of sweat clung to him and she reached
out a hand to wipe them away. He turned to look at her and when he smiled she felt it all the way to the tips
of her toes. The man was just too sexy.
"That," He said raising an arm and pulling her close to him. "was absolutely incredible."
She smiled and laid her head against his chest. "I couldn’t have said it better myself."
He laughed then kissed the top of her head. "You are something else, you know that?"
"Yes, I do." She said raising her head to place a light kiss against his lips. "And that’s why
you like me so much. I keep you on your toes."
"That you do, sweetheart, that you certainly do."
She smiled then lowered her head back against his chest and closed her eyes. She was so tired she could barely
keep her eyes open. From the way Luis was breathing, she knew he was just as tired as she was. She fell asleep
listening to Luis breathe.
Something woke him, but he wasn’t at all sure he knew what it was. Luis looked at Sheridan sleeping peacefully
beside him and knew it couldn’t have been her. Then he heard it, a noise that sounded like it was coming from
the living room. He heard a voice and recognized it immediately. He slipped out of bed and pulled on his jeans
then just as he started to walk toward the door, it opened and he found himself face to face with Ethan and Theresa.
Neither was looking at him however. No, their eyes were fixed on the woman in his bed. He took a deep breath
then looked back to make sure she was completely covered. When he saw she was, he turned his attention back to
his visitors. He lowered his voice so as not to disturb Sheridan. He knew she was tired and he didn’t want to
wake her yet. "What the hell are you two doing here? And how the hell did you get in?"
Ethan pierced him with a look, one that spoke volumes. When he narrowed his eyes and held up a set of keys, Luis
groaned in recognition. He must have left them in the damn door lock last night. He’d been so sidetracked that
he forgot all about taking his keys out of the lock. Ah hell, he thought running a hand over his face. "Let’s
take this out in the living room. I don’t want to wake Sheridan."
Theresa raised her eyebrows as did Ethan, but neither spoke. They just turned and walked into the living room.
He shook his head then walked toward the door. He turned and made sure Sheridan was still sleeping, when he saw
she was, he grabbed the door and shut it behind him, being careful not to make too much noise.
When he reached the living room, Ethan was pacing the room wearing a hole in his floor. "You two want to
tell me why the hell you let yourselves into my apartment?"
Ethan glared at him then started to walk toward him. Theresa stepped in his way before he got two steps though.
"We were worried about Sher." She said giving him a look full of disappointment. "We went to a
movie last night and when we got home, we found a note that said she had gone out on a date. She didn’t tell us
with who and when she didn’t come back home last night, we got worried. We’ve been looking all over the place
for her and we thought we would come by here and ask if you had seen her or knew who she had a date with."
Luis frowned. She hadn’t told them she was going out with him? He shook his head and decided to think about that
later. "So this is why you decided to let yourselves in?"
"We knocked." Ethan said through clenched teeth. "But you didn’t hear us."
Luis started to say something, but the creak of the door behind him stopped him cold. He turned and found Sher
standing in the doorway still half-asleep, holding a sheet to her chest. When she saw him she broke out into that
sexy grin of hers and Luis didn’t think he’d ever seen a more beautiful sight. But then when she finally noticed
Ethan and Theresa standing behind him, her smile fell and her eyes widened to the size of saucers. He knew just
how she felt. They had gotten caught yet again. The only difference between this time and all those other times
though, was the fact that right now… he didn’t give a damn. He didn’t care that Ethan and Theresa knew he and
Sher were sleeping together. He didn’t want to hide it, but he couldn’t help but wonder if Sher did. Why hadn’t
she told them she had a date with him? She had never made a secret of the fact that she wanted him before so why,
when she finally had gotten him to agree with her, did she try and hide it? It was damn confusing and as soon
as he got rid of Ethan and Theresa he planned to ask her about it too.