|In meaningful silence, they walked hand in hand to the apartment, past the jacaranda tree whose branches tossed in a stiff wind. Her hanging orchid pots swung back and forth from the branches of a grapefruit tree, like monkeys on a jungle gym. A vast canopy of night sky stretched above them, studded with countless constellations.|
All these things Stephanie took in with only a look. Galan's nearness, his strong fingers wrapped around hers, sent a rush of heat from her head to her toes and to every body part in between. She sensed a certain barbarism in him, waiting to escape but barely kept in check. The thought brought a smile to her face. His fingers caressed hers, her desire skyrocketing. Kiss me, she wanted to say as they reached her door. Let me know what it's like to have your arms around me, kissing me until I can't think of anyone, anything but you.
The moonlight shone on his face, accentuating his paleness and casting silver lights on his hair. His eyes were darker than a thousand midnights, his gaze as deep and bottomless as the Atlantic Ocean.
"Sweeting," he murmured as he stopped to face her.
"Why do you call me that?" More than anything, she wanted his kisses, but his language confused her. "That's the second time you've used that word."
He brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch gentle. "It's an old word, goes back hundreds of years. Yet it's how I think of you--sweet and lovely, everything a man could want in a woman. And I want you--"
Without another word, he swept her into his embrace, binding her to him, as if for all time. He pressed his mouth to hers in a kiss that took her by surprise, a kiss like nothing she'd ever known. She wrapped her arms around his neck, returning his kisses, aching to keep him by her side. If he wanted to make love to her now on her front doorstep or carry her into her bedroom, she could never refuse him.
His kiss deepening, her body became weightless, as if she floated on air, Good lord!, his kisses! She was drowning in sensuous pleasure, caught in a floodtide of warm passion, floundering like a ship lost in a hurricane. If only she could stay in his arms forever, become part of him and never leave his side. Time no longer had any meaning as he pressed her ever closer, their bodies melding as one. Time present blended with time past and time future.
He whispered her name again and again, sending a fresh rush of heat through her body and leaving her so weak she feared her legs wouldn't hold her. A trail of kisses from her mouth to her jawline sent her emotions spinning out of control.
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