Saturday, July 28, 2012

Scent of Lavender by Teri Thackston


Lily looked down at their joined hands. The mound of flesh below his thumb pressed against hers. Suction formed between them, tugging her lifeline closer to his. Heat sluiced through her as he led her down the hall and through the studio door.

Inside the studio, moonlight eased through uncurtained windows. A lavender scent cooled the room. Air shimmered in an intimate rhythm that mirrored the pulse throbbing in the deep, secret places of her body. Desire coursed through her, swelling and heating until she feared it would consume her. She couldn’t help herself any longer.

Turning, aligning her body with his, she slipped her fingers through his hair, pulled down his head and kissed him.

The kiss was hard and hot, a primal taking that was urgent in the face of some threat she felt but couldn’t name. His hands came up, slipped under her shirt, moved over flesh that ached for the comfort that only his touch could offer. Longed for the sanctuary that only his arms could provide. Burned for the release that he alone could wrest from the depths of her soul.

Pleasure and need shuddered through her. This was where she belonged. In his arms, surrounded by velvet moonlight. In this room, lit by satin starlight. Together. Safe.

Something tickled her mind but she brushed it away with a thought. Nothing must come between them. Nothing must keep them apart. Nothing and no one…

His arms went around her. A sigh whispered through the air, easing inside her as she inhaled. His breath, she thought, flavored with beer and need and sweet, sweet lavender. She tilted her head, deepening the kiss, exhaling her own need, feeling him draw it in. Someone sighed again, in rhythm with her own breath.

But it wasn’t him.

Don’t stop, a voice whispered inside her head. Don’t let him go this time.

This time…


Scent of Lavender by Teri Thackston
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