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
Available
at Ellora’s
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