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restaurant kept flashing before his
eyes. The tears that glistened and flowed gently down her cheeks were tears of
pain. Frustrated with the turn of events, he threw his fork down, stripped off
the robe and climbed under the covers, only to be tormented once again by her
face, her lips and her touch.
Someone
knocking on his door awoke him a short time later. He hadn’t the foggiest notion
who it could be this time. He tossed the robe on his naked body, peered out the
security-hole as an instant jolt woke him up. His hand couldn’t turn the
doorknob fast enough to let in a stunningly beautiful Shannon Gallagher who
looked, to his eyes, uncertain and shy.
“Hi, I hope you
don’t mind me stopping by.”
God, how he
wanted her and he could barely hear anything besides his heart pounding in his
temples. He scanned her face, her eyes, and he came to the conclusion she
wanted him too. Words were not needed as he pulled her inside, closed the door,
pinning her up against it with his fully aroused body and took her lips with
his.
He tasted every
last speck of her mouth. His tongue tangled with hers. He drank, nibbled and
tasted some more while his hands found their way to her firm, round breasts on
their own accord. His mind did not condone it because he had no intentions of
this going anywhere. He knew, once he sampled her body, really tasted her sweat
feminine juices, brought her to orgasm, and he released his seed deep inside
her, there would be no leaving her. And he knew he had to leave.
Shannon clung
to him, he felt her body quivering, heard her purring. But he had to do it. He
would not, could not be selfish when it came to her. She meant too much to him.
He tore his
mouth from hers, held her tightly within his arms. When his breathing calmed
and he trusted himself to speak he did, but his voice sounded distant and
foreign to his own ears.
“We can’t.”
Her body tensed
up in his arms and he waited for her to speak. And he continued waiting, barely
able to breathe.
“Shannon?” he
whispered.
Her arms squeezed him tight. So
tight he felt her heart beating simultaneously with his. “It’s okay, I know, bad
timing and all. I just wanted...” She sniffled. “I just wanted to hold you once
more.” She dropped her arms and Cole stepped back. Before she left, she meet
his eyes, and he didn’t know how she managed it, but she smiled. It didn’t
reach her incredible blue eyes, but he would always remember that smile.
Chapter
Five
John and Cameron
had been at odds with one another ever since Sunday morning at the hotel. Cameron
stayed holed up in his room playing his music and refusing to see anyone since
they arrived home. Monday morning came and John had to leave for work soon and
his house basked in shambles. Cheryl was in the bathroom relieving her stomach
of her breakfast while their two-year-old son, Matt sat next to her watching
with fascination.
Five-year-old
twins, Heather and Taylor were emptying their bureaus, each looking for a
favorite piece of clothing, which John knew, would be found in the bottom of
the hamper. Try as they might, they could not keep up with the laundry. It
lived as a bottomless pit, never going away. There were times he swore the
clothes were breeding and multiplying. And to top everything off, Cameron’s
ride would be here in ten minutes and he had yet to leave his room.
John had the
task of dropping the twins off at preschool on his way to work. If he couldn’t
convince them to wear something from the pile on the floor, he’d be late. And
if that didn’t cause enough stress, they were expecting another baby. He needed
his head examined. And never mind his concern about Shannon over Cole Jackson. Christ
he needed a drink. And drinking at seven-thirty in the morning just wouldn’t
look good. He’d have to settle for his favorite pink drink.
Somehow he
survived the morning. Now he sat at his desk going over paper work before he
headed out on the town in his cruiser,
eyes. The tears that glistened and flowed gently down her cheeks were tears of
pain. Frustrated with the turn of events, he threw his fork down, stripped off
the robe and climbed under the covers, only to be tormented once again by her
face, her lips and her touch.
Someone
knocking on his door awoke him a short time later. He hadn’t the foggiest notion
who it could be this time. He tossed the robe on his naked body, peered out the
security-hole as an instant jolt woke him up. His hand couldn’t turn the
doorknob fast enough to let in a stunningly beautiful Shannon Gallagher who
looked, to his eyes, uncertain and shy.
“Hi, I hope you
don’t mind me stopping by.”
God, how he
wanted her and he could barely hear anything besides his heart pounding in his
temples. He scanned her face, her eyes, and he came to the conclusion she
wanted him too. Words were not needed as he pulled her inside, closed the door,
pinning her up against it with his fully aroused body and took her lips with
his.
He tasted every
last speck of her mouth. His tongue tangled with hers. He drank, nibbled and
tasted some more while his hands found their way to her firm, round breasts on
their own accord. His mind did not condone it because he had no intentions of
this going anywhere. He knew, once he sampled her body, really tasted her sweat
feminine juices, brought her to orgasm, and he released his seed deep inside
her, there would be no leaving her. And he knew he had to leave.
Shannon clung
to him, he felt her body quivering, heard her purring. But he had to do it. He
would not, could not be selfish when it came to her. She meant too much to him.
He tore his
mouth from hers, held her tightly within his arms. When his breathing calmed
and he trusted himself to speak he did, but his voice sounded distant and
foreign to his own ears.
“We can’t.”
Her body tensed
up in his arms and he waited for her to speak. And he continued waiting, barely
able to breathe.
“Shannon?” he
whispered.
Her arms squeezed him tight. So
tight he felt her heart beating simultaneously with his. “It’s okay, I know, bad
timing and all. I just wanted...” She sniffled. “I just wanted to hold you once
more.” She dropped her arms and Cole stepped back. Before she left, she meet
his eyes, and he didn’t know how she managed it, but she smiled. It didn’t
reach her incredible blue eyes, but he would always remember that smile.
Chapter
Five
John and Cameron
had been at odds with one another ever since Sunday morning at the hotel. Cameron
stayed holed up in his room playing his music and refusing to see anyone since
they arrived home. Monday morning came and John had to leave for work soon and
his house basked in shambles. Cheryl was in the bathroom relieving her stomach
of her breakfast while their two-year-old son, Matt sat next to her watching
with fascination.
Five-year-old
twins, Heather and Taylor were emptying their bureaus, each looking for a
favorite piece of clothing, which John knew, would be found in the bottom of
the hamper. Try as they might, they could not keep up with the laundry. It
lived as a bottomless pit, never going away. There were times he swore the
clothes were breeding and multiplying. And to top everything off, Cameron’s
ride would be here in ten minutes and he had yet to leave his room.
John had the
task of dropping the twins off at preschool on his way to work. If he couldn’t
convince them to wear something from the pile on the floor, he’d be late. And
if that didn’t cause enough stress, they were expecting another baby. He needed
his head examined. And never mind his concern about Shannon over Cole Jackson. Christ
he needed a drink. And drinking at seven-thirty in the morning just wouldn’t
look good. He’d have to settle for his favorite pink drink.
Somehow he
survived the morning. Now he sat at his desk going over paper work before he
headed out on the town in his cruiser,
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