Submitting was not a way to lose herself, but a way for Natalie to find herself.
Trust and complete love (in this final episode of Touched By You).
Trusting her husband was sexy and the path to intense pleasure. Tanner loves her back just as much, maybe more.
“You are the joy of my life. It took me so long to tell you how I felt. I loved you from the first moment I saw you. Some would say that love at first sight can’t happen. But it did for me,” Tanner whispered to her.
Exciting conclusion to Touched By You series!
Vivid Temptation, the 12th book in the Touched By You series (and dramatic conclusion to the love story), is a romantic tale that takes place in Montréal, Canada. Touched By You is a unique love story, with full character development, and added intrigue from the billionaire’s life, that will make each book in the series hard to put down.
I know this is suppose to be the end but I really hope not. I enjoyed this series so much. Every release led me waiting for the next one. Emily Trent you made my favorite list for 2013! Bookworm
The story of Tanner and Natalie was so romantic. The entire series/love story just kept me wanting more and more. It was a steamy and hot series. I highly recommend this series to anyone who likes a good steamy romantic series. Looking forward to many stories by Emily Jane Trent. Karen G.
Vivid Temptation – Touched By You 12
1 – Children At Christmas
Gliding over the ice, Natalie admired the dazzling city skyline blazing against the dark evening sky. Wollman Rink at Rockefeller Center was filled with skaters enjoying the magic of winter in New York. Even with her wool coat, gloves, ear muffs, and knit cap, the air felt brisk. The temperature hadn’t risen above thirty degrees that day.
Tanner whipped around the rink and swooshed back by, smiling. Being in New York, Natalie had learned to skate—something not available in sunny California, where she grew up. There was no way it was possible to keep up with her husband, but it didn’t matter.
The iconic rink had been featured in many movies Natalie had seen, and now she was experiencing it firsthand. Admiring New York City’s sparkling skyscrapers, and Central Park’s lush landscape adorned with glittering lights gleaming like a galaxy of tiny stars, she skated at her own pace, soaking in the seasonal beauty.
Right in the middle of the rink, two couples got engaged, and such an ideal romantic setting it was. Natalie felt like she was in the middle of a movie. The famous Rockefeller Christmas Tree was up. It was so tall it looked like a living skyscraper, but Natalie didn’t dare look up lest she fall. The tree was adorned with a myriad of colorful lights, its branches reaching high and wide.
The holidays were a special time in the city: festive, cheerful, and bustling. There wasn’t anywhere else Natalie wanted to be that time of year, especially since her family was with her. And looking at Tanner, skating like a pro, she smiled. Even his wool cardigan couldn’t hide his fit body. As he skated by, his lean thighs, under the dark blue tight jeans, caught her eye.
Watching him skate, Natalie admired his athletic performance, and drank in his handsome profile. Each time he leaned forward, and pushed against the ice to propel faster, his round ass was visible under the snug pants. Knowing from experience that it was rock hard and amazing to touch, heat seeped into her at the vision, the only warmth against the biting cold.
Hardly noticing their bodyguards, one on the ice with them and another outside the rink, Natalie smoothly glided, feeling the thrill of what little speed she could manage. With smiling and laughing people all around, lights glinting everywhere, and the excitement of the season, Natalie felt cozy.
She wiggled her fingers inside her wool gloves and watched her breath freezing in the air. The magical atmosphere brought out childlike feelings inside her. Drifting past small children clinging to the rail, just learning the skill of skating, and other children sweeping over the ice, grinning with accomplishment, Natalie imagined children of her own.
The first months of marriage had been wonderful. There had been some bumps along the way, but nothing they couldn’t handle. In fact, Natalie felt closer to Tanner than she’d ever thought possible. The knowledge it was comfortable to share her emotions, and tell him anything, bolstered her confidence that nothing would tear them apart.
As much as Natalie wanted a baby, she wasn’t quite ready to share her husband. Greedily soaking up every minute with each other, it was a miracle they tolerated being separated to go to work every day. Just the thought of being with Tanner, alone, stoked the fire in her heart. Marriage for her was a sensual bond that magnified everything good in their relationship.
Natalie screamed and then laughed when Tanner came up behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist, pulling her with him. “Not too fast,” she gasped. “You’ll make me fall.”
“I won’t let you fall.” Tanner grinned. His cheeks were red from the cold, and a few patches of his dark hair peaked out from his cap. He wore the bright woolen cap and muffler, a gift from her the year before. Rarely had she seen Tanner so carefree. Sliding over the ice, he took Natalie’s hand in his, looking like an exuberant young man in his twenties—which he still was—instead of the pillar of strength she knew him to be.
After a couple of laps around the rink, he said, “Let’s go get a hot drink. It’s cold out here. I know if I’m cold, you must be frozen.” Tanner guided her off the chilly rink.
They changed out of skates, handing them off to one of the bodyguards, and went to the Rock Center Café. At a seat by the window, they had a stunning view of the rink and were able to catch a glimpse of the Christmas tree, but were glad to be indoors thawing out. Natalie kept her plaid wool scarf around her neck until she warmed up.
The restaurant was on the lower level by the rink; the tree was above at street level. Craning her neck, Natalie could see part of it, the strings of lights bringing it into view above the rink. The skaters smiled and laughed, but like in a silent movie, since they sat behind a thick window looking out to the scene.
They shared New York cheesecake called blueberry compote, and drank steaming hot drinks. With her gloves off and her hands wrapped around the ceramic mug, Natalie regained feeling in her stiff fingers. The cold was all part of the fun. Maybe they’d even have a white Christmas—still a novelty for a girl from the west coast.
“You are getting better,” Tanner said, referring to her skating.
“Yes, I never even fell once.” With a view of the rink, Natalie could see unaccomplished skaters falling regularly, and took pride in being past the point of novice.
Tanner lifted her hand and kissed it. “Wow, you are cold, baby.”
“Only on the outside.” Natalie grinned, knowing he’d understand her meaning.
“That I know.” Tanner laughed, his gaiety endearing. He put his feet on either side of hers, under the table, and pressed against her. Even through the pants and legwarmers, she felt the electricity of his touch.
Natalie looked at his chiseled jaw, his perfect mouth, and his crystal-blue eyes. She wondered if their baby would look like him, and hoped so. “All those children out there make me want to have one of our own.”
The slight clenching of Tanner’s jaw was the only evidence of his reservations. “We will have a baby of our own…when we are ready.”
“When will that be?”
Tanner studied the steam coming out of his cup. “I hope we will know when the time is right.”
“That’s not an answer,” Natalie said, not meaning for it to sound accusatory. “I’m not sure I know either, but I think we should talk about it.”
“We’ve been married less than a year. There is still plenty of time.”
“Yes, Tanner, that’s true. But we need to talk about it at least, or it will never happen.”
Tanner looked at her, and Natalie saw sadness in his blue eyes. He leaned back and looked out at the wintry view outside before answering. “You are right. We need to talk.”
“It’s a funny thing. I want to have a family, and the idea of you having my baby thrills me. Yet…”
Natalie knew it was best to let him finish now that he’d opened up, and kept quiet.
“I don’t think about it, or talk about it, but having my mother die when I was so young was traumatic. It’s not that I’m still suffering because of it. After all, that was long ago. But deep inside I have an unreasonable fear of having children of my own.”
“What are you afraid of?”
“Once you bring a child into the world, they depend on you. What if something happened to us? What if the child were alone?”
“But that’s not going to happen. Our baby would have both of us. And our family too. There’s Jazzy, Ellis, Emma.”
“I know that…rationally. But when I think of you getting pregnant, I panic. Although I try to make the feeling go away, it doesn’t. Until we started talking about children for real, I didn’t realize that deep-seated fear was there.”
Natalie put her hand over his. “I understand. I really do. But you can’t let it stop us from having children.”
“No, baby…I won’t.” Tanner’s blue eyes filled with emotion. “I like practicing, though. What do you say I take you home and we practice right now?”