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Authors: Mel Comley
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Superintendent and DCI take credit for the case. I resigned, and then Jacques was stolen from me before …’ She gazed down at the patterned royal blue carpet as tears cascaded down her cheeks.
Without uttering a word Michel rose from the bed, covered the short distance between them and knelt before her. He placed a tentative hand on either side of her face, and raised her head to look at him. His thumbs swept across her cheeks, under her eyes, to wipe the tears away. Lorne stared at him, long and hard looking into his soul through his eyes. Then, before either of them realised what was happening they were locked in each other’s arms, their lips softly parting, inviting each other’s tongues to delve into pastures new. His hands stroked her back and sought out every contour of her body. She heard a distant moan of satisfaction and realised the noise had come from her own throat.
Taking her moan as an invitation to continue, Michel swept up her lightweight frame and carried her over to the bed. With their lips still connected, his hands moved swiftly to remove her robe they parted briefly so he could pull the t-shirt over her head, then his lips returned to hers. As their breath grew ragged with urgency, Lorne’s hands went in search of the buttons on his shirt, but her hands were trembling too much, and her mission became fraught with frustration. Michel took over, he straddled her, sitting upright he seductively removed his own clothes, tossing them to the floor like old rags.
When they were both finally naked, he gathered her in his arms and whispered. ‘Let me help the pain disappear, Lorne.’ She melted into his arms, feeling wanted and desired for the first time in twelve months.
Chapter Thirteen
Something tickled her face, Lorne pulled away and hit her head on the wall. ‘What the— ’
‘Ssshh, little one. C’estmoi .’
Her cheeks turned a deep pink when she realised she’d slept with a stranger, but seconds later, she stretched, and smiled, feeling relaxed for the first time in months. Michel reached out and gathered her in his arms, she suspected he was looking for a morning encore. His lips touched hers just as someone knocked on the door.
Lorne shot out of bed, feeling like a naughty teenager caught with her first boyfriend in her bedroom. Michel chuckled as he watched her throw on her robe and try to straighten her hair at the same time. ‘Shut up. Get in there.’ She ordered, grabbing Michel and shoving him towards the bathroom. ‘Just a minute.’ She called out as she ran around, picking up their discarded clothes, which she threw in the bathroom after Michel. ‘Stay there, if I hear one single noise coming from this room, you’ll be minced meat, buddy.’ She started to close the door, but noticed the glint in his eye as he grabbed her arm, to pull her into the room with him.
‘ Mais, cherie , I am not finished with you.’
Lorne smiled, then kissed him, hard. ‘Believe me, Michel, when I tell you, I’m far from finished with you, too.’ She felt a tinge of regret rattle her insides as she wriggled away from him.
‘Jeez, Lorne, what kept you?’ Tony asked, barging past her the second the door opened.
‘Hey, isn’t a lady entitled to some privacy, I was taking a shower. What time is it anyway?’
One of his eyebrows lifted, ‘Sure you were, hon. What happened last night? I seem to remember we were about to talk strategies, before you had another "girly" moment and ran out of the dining room’ He glanced sideways at the dishevelled bed, and added, ‘Did we have a restless night?’
She fought hard to stay composed but her flushing cheeks gave her away. ‘Every night is restless for me, Tony as I’m sure you can imagine. I don’t wish to appear rude but couldn’t this discussion wait, over breakfast would be ideal. Give me half an hour and I’ll be down.’
A light flickered in his eye and she could tell in her eagerness to get rid of him she’d
Without uttering a word Michel rose from the bed, covered the short distance between them and knelt before her. He placed a tentative hand on either side of her face, and raised her head to look at him. His thumbs swept across her cheeks, under her eyes, to wipe the tears away. Lorne stared at him, long and hard looking into his soul through his eyes. Then, before either of them realised what was happening they were locked in each other’s arms, their lips softly parting, inviting each other’s tongues to delve into pastures new. His hands stroked her back and sought out every contour of her body. She heard a distant moan of satisfaction and realised the noise had come from her own throat.
Taking her moan as an invitation to continue, Michel swept up her lightweight frame and carried her over to the bed. With their lips still connected, his hands moved swiftly to remove her robe they parted briefly so he could pull the t-shirt over her head, then his lips returned to hers. As their breath grew ragged with urgency, Lorne’s hands went in search of the buttons on his shirt, but her hands were trembling too much, and her mission became fraught with frustration. Michel took over, he straddled her, sitting upright he seductively removed his own clothes, tossing them to the floor like old rags.
When they were both finally naked, he gathered her in his arms and whispered. ‘Let me help the pain disappear, Lorne.’ She melted into his arms, feeling wanted and desired for the first time in twelve months.
Chapter Thirteen
Something tickled her face, Lorne pulled away and hit her head on the wall. ‘What the— ’
‘Ssshh, little one. C’estmoi .’
Her cheeks turned a deep pink when she realised she’d slept with a stranger, but seconds later, she stretched, and smiled, feeling relaxed for the first time in months. Michel reached out and gathered her in his arms, she suspected he was looking for a morning encore. His lips touched hers just as someone knocked on the door.
Lorne shot out of bed, feeling like a naughty teenager caught with her first boyfriend in her bedroom. Michel chuckled as he watched her throw on her robe and try to straighten her hair at the same time. ‘Shut up. Get in there.’ She ordered, grabbing Michel and shoving him towards the bathroom. ‘Just a minute.’ She called out as she ran around, picking up their discarded clothes, which she threw in the bathroom after Michel. ‘Stay there, if I hear one single noise coming from this room, you’ll be minced meat, buddy.’ She started to close the door, but noticed the glint in his eye as he grabbed her arm, to pull her into the room with him.
‘ Mais, cherie , I am not finished with you.’
Lorne smiled, then kissed him, hard. ‘Believe me, Michel, when I tell you, I’m far from finished with you, too.’ She felt a tinge of regret rattle her insides as she wriggled away from him.
‘Jeez, Lorne, what kept you?’ Tony asked, barging past her the second the door opened.
‘Hey, isn’t a lady entitled to some privacy, I was taking a shower. What time is it anyway?’
One of his eyebrows lifted, ‘Sure you were, hon. What happened last night? I seem to remember we were about to talk strategies, before you had another "girly" moment and ran out of the dining room’ He glanced sideways at the dishevelled bed, and added, ‘Did we have a restless night?’
She fought hard to stay composed but her flushing cheeks gave her away. ‘Every night is restless for me, Tony as I’m sure you can imagine. I don’t wish to appear rude but couldn’t this discussion wait, over breakfast would be ideal. Give me half an hour and I’ll be down.’
A light flickered in his eye and she could tell in her eagerness to get rid of him she’d
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