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glimmer of enlightenment. Trying hard, she concentrated on the round disks of black, the
smooth feel of plastic in her hand, warmed by her grip, meaningless in the mirage of
other images.
She was so cold. The numbing chill of winter, no, it was water seeping into her body.
She tried swimming to the surface, to escape the icy claws of death. Yet her fingers stayed
clenched in a fist, gripping the last ties she had to something more important than her
failing life. She didn t want to lose her lover.
Where was he? What was that terrifying yell of pain doing mixed with her scream?
She tried to open her hand again and look at what she held. Her fingers parted and
darkness closed in.
No! she cried, needing to see what kept her from the truth.
Chapter Nine
No, please! Holly pushed, and the arms that held her let go. She opened her eyes
and stared at Lark s worried expression.
Are you okay? His knuckles grazed her leg, her hip, her side, as he petted her.
She nodded and his arm lifted up to invite her back to him. A welcome comfort, she
rolled against him and put her finger on his mouth and outlined it as she had on the
magazine page. The fullness was more evident as a three-dimensional object for her to
investigate.
I lost you, or someone, or I didn t& I don t know.
It was nightmare. They can be scary. Just relax and remember you re safe and you
haven t lost me.
She swirled her fingers into the hair on his chest, resuming the same position she had
before falling asleep. The soothing coo of assurances softened the chaos buzzing around
inside her brain. If there were a reason to worry, it would be for the headache making her
feel as if her brain were going to explode.
What time is it? she asked, not knowing where the clock sat, and having lost all
sense of time.
He lifted, looking over her. Two o clock.
Oh no, I ll be late! She sat up.
Lark s eyes rolled downward, his look immediately landing on her breasts. The hot
searing lust darkened his eyes. She trembled and blushed at his inspection, self-conscious
from the way her body reddened by his intense look.
Holly reached to pull the sheet up, but he stopped her.
You re exquisite, he murmured, leaning forward, fondling her soft nipple, kissing
her lightly. Just beautiful.
His gaze dropped to her chest, obviously enjoying the sight of her breast rising with
her deep breath. Her nipple bubbled out, rosy and plump just so he had more to pinch
between his thumb and forefinger.
Holly whimpered, stimulated by the circling sweeps of his fingers and the quick
plucks that now hardened the bud of flesh. She rocked forward, wanting more than the
light chafing.
His palm spread over her chest, vigorously increasing his kneading. He pulled her
toward him and caught her mouth. The invigorating pursuit of his tongue kept her
mesmerized. His fingers coiled her hair tight to her scalp, and held her a captive to his
ardor.
As willing as she wanted to be, she had to go to work.
Lark, I have a meeting.
The inspiring tweaks of her nipple enlivened every nerve threading its way to her
center. From an ember to a blaze, the orgasm remained shy of completion.
I have to& She arched back on his arm and moaned from his hard suckling against
her neck. Lark I& Oh, God.
His hand skated down her middle. Already wet from tiny tremors of pleasure, her
insides exploded the second his fingers pushed and curled into the sensitive cavern of
nerves. She bucked against his cupped hand, her insides accepting the swift and forceful
momentum with quaking contractions.
She felt the pressure of his fingertips against her nape, loosen, and glide to her back.
He tried lowering her to the bed, but she had to break free of the indulgence, feeling
possessed by a life not her own.
Lark, please& it s important. She panted, breathing unsteady even after the
extraction of his skillful fondling.
He pulled her up and stared into her eyes. Is that the only reason?
Yes. She held a hand to the side of his face. Love at first sight wasn t something
she believed in, yet there she was having all the giddy emotions of a teenager and she had
to get away for a while to think.
Are you sure? He let her off the bed.
As nice as it is to lie around and let you do wonderful things to me, I do have a job.
I can t let whatever evil surrounds me have that one stabilizing part of my life away.
Lark bounded from the bed. She d say, playfully, if he didn t have such a grim
expression.
He scooped her up before she had a chance to put any clothes on. Stay here.
She ran her hand down the back of his head. I d love to, only I have a cast and crew
counting on me to keep the production on schedule for the Christmas play at the theater. I
can t let them down.
He deposited her on the rumpled covers and leaned over her If you don t leave my
house, nothing can happen to you.
That s not fair, using my fears against me.
I m sorry. I didn t mean for it to sound selfish or insensitive. He held her face.
You have to believe I don t ever want to upset you.
She smiled and nodded. I know. Staying here is simply not practical.
Sure it is. The house is warm, we ve got plenty of food, and I know lots of
distracting games to keep you from being bored.
Hmmm, and when the bills aren t paid and we run out of food, then what?
His answer never came, and she never pressed for one as he crawled over her and
sunk into her body with one thrust. He took her away to that magical place in her mind
she loved to be, just the two of them together for eternity.
He filled her with hard, deep strokes. His solid shaft rammed far into the very
recesses of creation, as if splitting open her cervix would bring a rebirth to their souls.
She clung to him feeling a connection as never before. Fearful of its existence, yet
reveling in the idea they resurrected an ancient love.
Their time together was a quiet comfort, a sublime sexual encounter she enjoyed
because of the revelations that he was the man she d always loved. After the passion,
came a few minutes of quiet caresses and endearing kisses. When Lark fell asleep, she
watched him for a short while, wishing she could stay with him. A beautiful man, a warm
bed, and a sense of real love were a dream come true. However, as she knew she must,
she got up and called for a taxi. By the time she had dressed, the car arrived to take her
home. If love were as real as he made her feel it was then they d find it again.
Once Holly arrived at her house, she wasn t so sure she had the mental strength to
enter. However, Lark made her feel invincible, capable of overcoming all odds. Standing
alone struck her with a different reality. She wasn t rid of the dangers following her from
day to day.
Holly sucked in a deep breath and stepped up onto the stoop. She d go in, retrieve
the vintage clothing for the play, and then get to the theater. What could go wrong with
such a simple plan? She pushed aside her lingering reservations, unlocked the door and
entered the kitchen.
The daylight made everything appear less menacing. From the pantry, she retrieved
the old coat she knew would be perfect for the play. All it needed were a few repairs.
Sliding her fingers down the front, she counted the spots missing buttons. She had bought
new shiny brass ones. Out of drawer in the kitchen, she took out the scissors and made
the necessary snips to threads to prepare the cloth. She stared at the glimmer of light
bouncing off the scissors chrome finish.
Snow glittered like silver dust in front of her headlights. Even though the doors were
closed, the cold winds from the storm seeped into the car. She tightened her grip on the
steering wheel, wishing she d gone another way home. The back roads were always too
icy, and left un-plowed until last.
Lights from another car threw a glare in her rearview mirror. She saw the driver s
face. A sense of relief swept away the concerns she had about her travels on the lonely
road.
Holly? Lark s voice startled her and she dropped the scissors on the floor. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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glimmer of enlightenment. Trying hard, she concentrated on the round disks of black, the
smooth feel of plastic in her hand, warmed by her grip, meaningless in the mirage of
other images.
She was so cold. The numbing chill of winter, no, it was water seeping into her body.
She tried swimming to the surface, to escape the icy claws of death. Yet her fingers stayed
clenched in a fist, gripping the last ties she had to something more important than her
failing life. She didn t want to lose her lover.
Where was he? What was that terrifying yell of pain doing mixed with her scream?
She tried to open her hand again and look at what she held. Her fingers parted and
darkness closed in.
No! she cried, needing to see what kept her from the truth.
Chapter Nine
No, please! Holly pushed, and the arms that held her let go. She opened her eyes
and stared at Lark s worried expression.
Are you okay? His knuckles grazed her leg, her hip, her side, as he petted her.
She nodded and his arm lifted up to invite her back to him. A welcome comfort, she
rolled against him and put her finger on his mouth and outlined it as she had on the
magazine page. The fullness was more evident as a three-dimensional object for her to
investigate.
I lost you, or someone, or I didn t& I don t know.
It was nightmare. They can be scary. Just relax and remember you re safe and you
haven t lost me.
She swirled her fingers into the hair on his chest, resuming the same position she had
before falling asleep. The soothing coo of assurances softened the chaos buzzing around
inside her brain. If there were a reason to worry, it would be for the headache making her
feel as if her brain were going to explode.
What time is it? she asked, not knowing where the clock sat, and having lost all
sense of time.
He lifted, looking over her. Two o clock.
Oh no, I ll be late! She sat up.
Lark s eyes rolled downward, his look immediately landing on her breasts. The hot
searing lust darkened his eyes. She trembled and blushed at his inspection, self-conscious
from the way her body reddened by his intense look.
Holly reached to pull the sheet up, but he stopped her.
You re exquisite, he murmured, leaning forward, fondling her soft nipple, kissing
her lightly. Just beautiful.
His gaze dropped to her chest, obviously enjoying the sight of her breast rising with
her deep breath. Her nipple bubbled out, rosy and plump just so he had more to pinch
between his thumb and forefinger.
Holly whimpered, stimulated by the circling sweeps of his fingers and the quick
plucks that now hardened the bud of flesh. She rocked forward, wanting more than the
light chafing.
His palm spread over her chest, vigorously increasing his kneading. He pulled her
toward him and caught her mouth. The invigorating pursuit of his tongue kept her
mesmerized. His fingers coiled her hair tight to her scalp, and held her a captive to his
ardor.
As willing as she wanted to be, she had to go to work.
Lark, I have a meeting.
The inspiring tweaks of her nipple enlivened every nerve threading its way to her
center. From an ember to a blaze, the orgasm remained shy of completion.
I have to& She arched back on his arm and moaned from his hard suckling against
her neck. Lark I& Oh, God.
His hand skated down her middle. Already wet from tiny tremors of pleasure, her
insides exploded the second his fingers pushed and curled into the sensitive cavern of
nerves. She bucked against his cupped hand, her insides accepting the swift and forceful
momentum with quaking contractions.
She felt the pressure of his fingertips against her nape, loosen, and glide to her back.
He tried lowering her to the bed, but she had to break free of the indulgence, feeling
possessed by a life not her own.
Lark, please& it s important. She panted, breathing unsteady even after the
extraction of his skillful fondling.
He pulled her up and stared into her eyes. Is that the only reason?
Yes. She held a hand to the side of his face. Love at first sight wasn t something
she believed in, yet there she was having all the giddy emotions of a teenager and she had
to get away for a while to think.
Are you sure? He let her off the bed.
As nice as it is to lie around and let you do wonderful things to me, I do have a job.
I can t let whatever evil surrounds me have that one stabilizing part of my life away.
Lark bounded from the bed. She d say, playfully, if he didn t have such a grim
expression.
He scooped her up before she had a chance to put any clothes on. Stay here.
She ran her hand down the back of his head. I d love to, only I have a cast and crew
counting on me to keep the production on schedule for the Christmas play at the theater. I
can t let them down.
He deposited her on the rumpled covers and leaned over her If you don t leave my
house, nothing can happen to you.
That s not fair, using my fears against me.
I m sorry. I didn t mean for it to sound selfish or insensitive. He held her face.
You have to believe I don t ever want to upset you.
She smiled and nodded. I know. Staying here is simply not practical.
Sure it is. The house is warm, we ve got plenty of food, and I know lots of
distracting games to keep you from being bored.
Hmmm, and when the bills aren t paid and we run out of food, then what?
His answer never came, and she never pressed for one as he crawled over her and
sunk into her body with one thrust. He took her away to that magical place in her mind
she loved to be, just the two of them together for eternity.
He filled her with hard, deep strokes. His solid shaft rammed far into the very
recesses of creation, as if splitting open her cervix would bring a rebirth to their souls.
She clung to him feeling a connection as never before. Fearful of its existence, yet
reveling in the idea they resurrected an ancient love.
Their time together was a quiet comfort, a sublime sexual encounter she enjoyed
because of the revelations that he was the man she d always loved. After the passion,
came a few minutes of quiet caresses and endearing kisses. When Lark fell asleep, she
watched him for a short while, wishing she could stay with him. A beautiful man, a warm
bed, and a sense of real love were a dream come true. However, as she knew she must,
she got up and called for a taxi. By the time she had dressed, the car arrived to take her
home. If love were as real as he made her feel it was then they d find it again.
Once Holly arrived at her house, she wasn t so sure she had the mental strength to
enter. However, Lark made her feel invincible, capable of overcoming all odds. Standing
alone struck her with a different reality. She wasn t rid of the dangers following her from
day to day.
Holly sucked in a deep breath and stepped up onto the stoop. She d go in, retrieve
the vintage clothing for the play, and then get to the theater. What could go wrong with
such a simple plan? She pushed aside her lingering reservations, unlocked the door and
entered the kitchen.
The daylight made everything appear less menacing. From the pantry, she retrieved
the old coat she knew would be perfect for the play. All it needed were a few repairs.
Sliding her fingers down the front, she counted the spots missing buttons. She had bought
new shiny brass ones. Out of drawer in the kitchen, she took out the scissors and made
the necessary snips to threads to prepare the cloth. She stared at the glimmer of light
bouncing off the scissors chrome finish.
Snow glittered like silver dust in front of her headlights. Even though the doors were
closed, the cold winds from the storm seeped into the car. She tightened her grip on the
steering wheel, wishing she d gone another way home. The back roads were always too
icy, and left un-plowed until last.
Lights from another car threw a glare in her rearview mirror. She saw the driver s
face. A sense of relief swept away the concerns she had about her travels on the lonely
road.
Holly? Lark s voice startled her and she dropped the scissors on the floor. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]