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Even this early the sky was a deep ocean-blue, framing him like a majestic aura.But the brilliant colour was nothing on the vivid green of his eyes as he gazed on her, seeming to feast on her features.
She ran her hand down his back, making muscles tauten beneath her touch, rejoicing in the fact that for him she was a sensual delight—that he wanted her.Slowly they rocked together, exquisite, slow friction that caused both of them to groan.She adored him, cupping his jaw, stroking his skin, pressing kisses to favourite parts of him—to all of him.Loving him with her mouth, her fingers, her legs as they entwined around and embraced him.
And he held her, touching her, teasing her—his mouth on her breast, his hand twisting in her hair, a rub of his fingers just above the point where they met.
Every movement ratcheted up the eroticism, the feeling of the moment.Until neither of them could cope with slow, intense rocking anymore and it became powerful and each time as she arched she gripped him that bit tighter, that bit harder, taking him deeper.She wanted him wholly, utterly in her, and as part of her.
Eyes wide and focused only on him, she watched and exulted as the tension and torture of pleasure began to show on his face and could be heard in his breath—and in hers too as the ecstasy of knowing she could do this to him, with him, made the moment of completion come faster.His green eyes glittered as he saw her smile and he stole the advantage, bending his head and kissing her—his tongue searching so deep and taking what she offered, making her thrilled she had offered it because he was giving too.
She shook all around him and felt him shudder into her.Their screams and shouts muffled by mouths and tongues still locked together.For a long moment their bodies were rigidly clamped tight, sealed fast by spasms of profound sensation.Nothing could come between them.
When at last the waves had calmed, her body softened and let his rest on hers.Silence sat and peace reigned.She had never felt so right.
Slowly, carefully, he picked her up and carried her back inside to his bed.
‘Blake…’ she called to him sleepily.She wanted to tell him, wanted to thank him, wanted to say all the words—those three words—regardless of risk.
‘Shh.’He kissed her.A soft, soothing kiss, before pressing feather-light kisses on her eyelids, making her keep them closed.‘Sleep now.We’ll talk later.’
She did as he bid, snuggling down to sleep—the most truly restful sleep she’d had in weeks.
He rang late in the day.‘I’m sorry, Cally, I have to go back to the States.’
‘Now?’
‘Right now.I shouldn’t be more than a week.’
‘Oh.Okay.’Did her devastation come through the line?
‘I’ll call you.’
‘Bye.’She held onto the receiver for a while even though he’d hung up—as if she wanted to keep the link with him even though it had already been broken.Just a few brief words and he was gone.He really was rubbish on the telephone.
She was so disappointed.Just when things seemed to be working—when they were really opening up to each other—he had to go.She was alone again.
This morning she’d made love to him—offered him everything.At the time he’d accepted it, and had given back—had been making love to her too.She was sure he had.It had felt so good.So right.Not ‘just sex’—not any more, nothing like it.While every time they’d been together had been wonderful, this morning’s experience had been on a whole other level.It had been so complete.
She’d been going to tell him how she felt but now she wondered if he’d known the extent of her feelings already.Guessed and gone along with the ride, but then stopped her from making a painful mistake not letting her spell it out because he wouldn’t be able to reciprocate.Had he been protecting her this morning from that humiliation in his kind, strong way?He liked her, but he didn’t love her—not like that.And now he’d gone away for business.Was he giving her some space, giving himself some space from a wife who he feared was about to cling?
Thirteen
On the fifthday that Blake had been away Cally decided just to stay in bed.She’d burrow under the covers and pretend she wasn’t feeling hideous.Pretend she didn’t mind that she’d only heard from him a few times, each call as brief as always.She tried to rationalise.She just had to recognise that they didn’t have that sort of relationship.It wasn’t a ‘real’ one.Sure, they were sleeping together.But he was only doing so because it was fun, it filled that physical need and she was the one who he happened to be stuck with.
She was with him because she loved him.And now she wanted more of him, more from him.Like everything.And he didn’t have everything to give, not to her.
And even what he could give she loved him all the more for—his company, his humour, his belief in her, his unwavering support.She couldn’t walk away from that, but nor could she cope with having only that.She was utterly trapped.
Shivering, she told herself this time apart was good.She could try to get her unruly heart back in order, try to gain the strength to either accept the situation, or to end it.
But she had an ache.She curled in a ball in the bed—missing him deep inside, hurt that he hadn’t even asked if she’d wanted to go too.
And then she realised the ache was real.An intense ache that quickly became harsh stabbing pain centred in her core.It spread out in a wave across her body.She tried but she couldn’t stretch out.Panic swamped her as she felt the flood between her thighs.She knew what was happening.And the pain her body couldn’t stand, her head couldn’t stand either.Everything went black.
Blake couldn’t loosen the knot of excitement or relax the twist of anxiety that were pulling his innards in opposite directions.He’d called in the taxi on the way from the airport but she hadn’t answered.It bothered him because it was almost lunchtime.
He could hardly wait to see her again—he’d sped through the work as quickly as possible so he could get back sooner than he’d planned.He totally regretted not taking her with him.But he’d had to grab the flight that afternoon—had had to get over there or lose the deal.And at the time he’d thought a little distance might do him some good.He’d been getting so caught up in her.He had the feeling he’d stepped off into the deep end and he wasn’t sure if he was about to sink or swim.So he’d figured some cool-down time would be good.Only he wasn’t any cooler—he was on fire, desperate to see her again, desperate to take her to bed.
That morning by the pool, she’d sent him into another galaxy and now he knew he wanted more.More from her, more from them—bizarrely he wanted more certainty, more of that damn good feeling that came from being so intensely close to her.And not just sexually.He’d missed her.Hell, how he’d missed her.He could hardly wait to hold her again.
