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The banging sound from the basement, along with a sudden draft of cold air tells me in an instant what startled her.
I drop her bags and rest her laptop on a low table, taking both her elbows in my hands.
“You’re shivering. Get over here by the fire, get warm,” I order her, using the slightest pressure to guide her over to the fireplace, feeling her jump again as the front door slams as the storm kicks up a notch outside.
“It’s an old house,” I tell her. “A lot of noises and creaking, but no ghosts, I promise.”
“How do you really know I’m a reporter?” she asks, catching me off guard a little.
“I know reporters when I see ‘em,” I tell her. “Now get by the fire, warm yourself up, you must be freezing.”
I position her right next to the grate, but I find my hands not wanting to let go of her, the feeling between us is what’s making her shiver, not her fear or any cold.
“What if I was just…” she starts to say, but trails off, and I feel my hands gripping her elbows tighter now, drawing her closer to me as she looks up.
“What if you were what?” I ask her, already knowing the answer because it’s the only question that’s been circling in my own mind since I saw her.
What if I was just a man and you were just a woman who’d finally found each other, even for just a moment?
Her eyes are almost pleading, her breath like mine, heaving until we’re both almost panting. I can feel the strength of her pulse pounding through her body, which is flushed with a heat no fire can give it.
She’s mine. I just have to claim her.
She opens her trembling lips to speak, but I shake my head.
“Just tell me you want this,” is all I can manage, praying, hoping she’ll nod.
God! Praying she’ll say yes. Just a kiss at least, we can work things from there.
Just let me know you want me.
Her chest pressing into me as she yields her body to mine is all it takes. The little stabbing nod and mewing sound she makes are quickly drowned out.
My mouth, open, and hot against hers as we both groan with a relief only lovers could ever share.
In a single moment, every ounce of control, doubt, and concern is gone.
A huge crackle of thunder right over the house shakes every pane and pillar, every timber in the place rattles with violence as a sheet of white light fills the space between our open eyes.
Our lips finally joined, her mouth giving back what mine has to offer.
A piece of me breaks away inside, silent now. Knowing she’s here.
She’s finally here.
I can breathe now.
Chapter Seven
Lois
I only hope I’m doing this right once we both finally take a breath.
His hands on my arms were enough, but his lips on mine, his mouth open as mine replies…
I’m glad his hands are on me, holding me up now as I feel myself melting under his kiss.
I want more though. My body needs more.
The same dream that brought me here, the same dream that holds me to him, reaches for more of his body.
He’s so hard, so strong.
His whole body is so hard, stiff but soft at the same time and my hands want to touch him, everywhere.
“Blake…” I try to tell him something, words I can’t even make in my mind when he’s so close to me like this.
It’s everything I’ve dreamed of and more, much more.
A real man, holding me like I’ve always wanted to be held.
Firm but soft, insistent but yielding. I know he wants me but he’s waiting for me at the same time.
Is there such a thing as love at first sight? Love at first kiss?
“We can go slow… but I don’t think we can stop this now,” he murmurs in my ear, holding me to his lips but I feel my head shaking.
“I don’t wanna go slow… I just…” I try to use my word again, but it’s useless, his body draws mine into him like a giant cloud, making me melt past the sounds of the old house, the storm… the memory of my old life.
A new life is starting now, I just know it.
Like being born again.
Blake is pressing into me, and I feel myself walking backward, trying to imagine a chair under all those white sheets.
Something he can lay me on.
His low, assuring sounds let me know he has me, and the situation well in hand, and in a moment, I’m laid back on a rich and thick feeling leather couch.
Blake’s huge hands toss the heavy cotton draping over it to one side, giving us both a smooth and sumptuous arena to keep exploring each other in.
“I’m all wet,” I hear myself saying softly.
