Author's Note: It was hot! 'Nuff said.
"Skin to skin," she purred.
I wasn't as good with women as they were with me so grew queasy when she narrowed her eyes and grinned a salacious grin. Like a starved cat thrown in a cage full of mice, she licked pouting, ruby lips and extended her claws.
It was just too hot for it, so goddamn hot!
I slapped across the tiled floor, drew back the ochre curtains and stared out over the desert. A warm, sandy wind scoured my skin doing nothing to freshen the air making me wish I'd never bothered. The moon shone full and gold; it might have been daytime if not for my nocturnal guest. Another Arizona evening.
I heard her as if in a dream, a lone voice calling through the chaos of the inferno. Ah well, I thought, as I wiped the sweat from my forehead. Someone's got to do it. I just wished it wasn't so hot. Not yet, anyway.