By Linda Hays-Gibbs
When Rachael awoke, all rational thought blew away on the
light breeze from his breath, as his mouth descended on hers. The kiss started light but it turned into something else. Rachel recognized his need. She tasted it in his kiss, felt it in his arms that cradled her, wanted her and she wanted him...fiercely. No one could kiss with such tenderness, such consideration, such understanding and love, unless it came from the wellspring of their being. He must love her. It was crazy but she felt she knew him and belonged to him in a primeval sort of way. This was so right and the kiss so wonderful. Closing her eyes, she turned towards him, and his arms closed around her. He deepened the kiss even more, and his mouth gently pried hers open. It surprised and excited her, fueling the flaming flicker of desire within her instead of satisfying it. His tongue invaded her mouth, stroking and tasting. Surprised, her eyes popped open, and she pulled back. How could this be happening to her?
Desire was a drug, its addiction potent and it hung in the air
about them. He had stolen her breath, held her mind and senses
enthralled. His slow, achingly sweet exploration of her mouth left her emotionally and mentally reeling.
“What are you doing out here?”
“I could ask the same of you, my sweet. Why are you running
away? How do you think you can make it on your own?” His face, harsh even in the moonlight, caused her heart to race.
“I do not know but I am determined to try. Get out of my way.
I really need to go.” John reached around her with his arms and crushed her body to his. His mouth came down on hers and he kissed her long and hard, his arms like iron imprinting her softflesh with his body. Rachael held back for a minute and then her arms went aroundhim, clinging to him with all her strength. She kissed him back, her mouth pliant and hungry, luxuriating in the taste, the scent, and the feel of her body opening to him.