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He released me before I could pull away - would I have pulled away? - then sketched a quick bow and strolled back in the direction we&039;d come In seconds he&039;d disappeared around the bend; I continued to stand in the street staring after him like a fool

You&039;d think I&039;d never been kissed before Of course I hadn&039;t been kissed like this

I lifted ht - ht scrape from his teeth, a darker mark where he&039;d pulled the skin into his mouth and sucked Before I knehat I meant to do I put ainstthe dahts washing over ate to the front door I found h the front hall and into the kitchen without bothering to turn on a light

I&039;d lived in this house all of e and the four years I&039;d lived in Atlanta Dad had never changed a thing, leaving it exactly the same as it had been on the dayto have to do so ht about dinner in an atteave up on both I wasn&039;t hungry, and I couldn&039;t stop thinking about hientleentle such a kiss? None I&039;d ever read about

Perhaps that was because life wasn&039;t a romance novel I&039;d learned that the hard way in Atlanta I couldn&039;t forget it just because I&039;d returned to Lake Bluff

Exhausted and deep down horribly lonely, I cliot an offendedon my pillow

Oprah - who&039;d arrived one sunny Christ my talk-show-host phase - blinked at an to clean her butt

"Hey, not onout frohtily as if she&039;d h so , then I&039;d be out on h I knew I should eat, watch television, read a book, do so back into the same pattern that had contributed to the host of bad decisions I&039;d made in Atlanta, I threw offwith pajah ray, it floated over ave hed, felt thewith it the scent of theon freshly turned earth and the ht

I rolled across the sheets and my body came alive The hand where he&039;d kissed un at the touch of his mouth intensified I was alone yet not alone, visited by both the ertips across hs, then up toainst the bed, wanting, needing, so o - his ainstdown, I watched as the mist took the shape of a man, lips locked to my nipple as he suckled I could feel the heat of hissensation as he marked sensitive flesh with his teeth

My led; I could barely stand to have the sheets rub against it I was perched on the edge of orgasm, so frustrated I wanted to sob Why couldn&039;t the dreaer?

The shade clacked against the , and I turnedover the sill

Slowly I got out of bed, then walked across the rooht s often rolled in over the

I&039;d drea

I didn&039;t sleep very well for the rest of the night - probably because I&039;d slammed shut theand the room had become stuffy and uncomfortable even without , believing it a vulgar waste of money, but I would have to