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Colt stood up, took her hand, and led her into the bedroom, where he began to undress her with nimble, eager fingers. All the while, as Jade also unfastened his shirt, helped him to disrobe, their gaze was locked together in a silent message of desire.
When they were naked, Colt began to trail warm lips down her neck, shoulders, then kissed her breasts, each nipple in turn, finally trailing a path of fire down her belly with his tongue. He dropped to his knees, hands cupping her buttocks as he burrowed his face hungrily against the furry blossom of her womanhood. Her fingers laced about the back of his head, and she arched her neck and moaned out loud.
And when at last he laid her on the bed and entered her and once more they became one, Jade knew there had never been a greater passion, a greater love.
Chapter Six
Jade and Colt arrived by train at the tip of Normandy’s Cotentin peninsula, one day before their ship was scheduled to sail from the cross-channel port of Cherbourg.
Kitty and Travis had seen them off in Paris, and the goodbyes had been emotional, for not one of them could say whether they would ever meet again.
Jade found the harbor at Cherbourg delightful, with its preponderance of steamers and ships of all description. There were tugs and small boats, and yachts and pleasure boats riding at anchor. Seagulls darted and sang in their endless search for food, and a sharp yet sweet wind howled from across the channel.
The port city, however, was dirty and depressing, its dark and dingy streets crowded by poorer than poor. Men, haggard and drunk, stumbled in alleyways or slept in doorways. Women, babies suckling at their breasts, sat on slimy street corners with a hand outstretched, begging passersby for money. Dirty, sick children roamed about, also begging. There were taverns and greasy cafes, and the whole area seemed to be bordered and walled by signs advertising the shipping lines—Cunard, Brunel, White Star, Great Eastern.
Colt took Jade to the nicest hotel he could find, where they remained safely ensconced till sailing time.
Their ship was the Le Paris , not as grand as some of Cunard’s fleets or the vessels of the White Star Line, for it was owned by a smaller company being slowly squeezed out by the magnates. Still, it was comfortable, as Jade discovered once they were on board, and she and Colt took a grand tour.
They knew that the dangers of an Atlantic crossing had receded as better technology was developed. More liners offered all the comforts of a first-class hotel. Oil lamps had been abolished at last, and the brilliance of electric lighting shone out, the power coming from generators. There was even an ice room with a capacity for forty tons of frozen water that would take at least two weeks to melt, making it possible to preserve all kinds of previously unavailable delicacies for a crossing that would last nearly three weeks.
Jade and Colt passed through the attractive and comfortable public rooms, with sofas and chairs in brocade and plush upholstery. Vases of fresh flowers had been placed on the marble-topped tables that seemed to occupy every space where there was not a chair or sofa. Ornate mirrors, stunning tapestries, and quality paintings adorned the walls.
They nodded in greeting to other couples walking the rooms and decks, inspecting their home for the next few weeks. There were men in top hats and tails, and ladies in ostrich-feathered hats and velvet dresses, tailored or rib-boned bustles, flouncing side to side as they walked regally.
Colt remarked, “Seeing all this, it’s hard to imagine that just a few decks below there are people crowded in like rats, sleeping on raw hardwood floors, eating leftovers from the first-class dining room, drinking water out of buckets…men, women, children, all packed together with no privacy.”
Jade empathized and asked, “Does it make you feel guilty that we have so much, that we travel in style, while they travel in
When they were naked, Colt began to trail warm lips down her neck, shoulders, then kissed her breasts, each nipple in turn, finally trailing a path of fire down her belly with his tongue. He dropped to his knees, hands cupping her buttocks as he burrowed his face hungrily against the furry blossom of her womanhood. Her fingers laced about the back of his head, and she arched her neck and moaned out loud.
And when at last he laid her on the bed and entered her and once more they became one, Jade knew there had never been a greater passion, a greater love.
Chapter Six
Jade and Colt arrived by train at the tip of Normandy’s Cotentin peninsula, one day before their ship was scheduled to sail from the cross-channel port of Cherbourg.
Kitty and Travis had seen them off in Paris, and the goodbyes had been emotional, for not one of them could say whether they would ever meet again.
Jade found the harbor at Cherbourg delightful, with its preponderance of steamers and ships of all description. There were tugs and small boats, and yachts and pleasure boats riding at anchor. Seagulls darted and sang in their endless search for food, and a sharp yet sweet wind howled from across the channel.
The port city, however, was dirty and depressing, its dark and dingy streets crowded by poorer than poor. Men, haggard and drunk, stumbled in alleyways or slept in doorways. Women, babies suckling at their breasts, sat on slimy street corners with a hand outstretched, begging passersby for money. Dirty, sick children roamed about, also begging. There were taverns and greasy cafes, and the whole area seemed to be bordered and walled by signs advertising the shipping lines—Cunard, Brunel, White Star, Great Eastern.
Colt took Jade to the nicest hotel he could find, where they remained safely ensconced till sailing time.
Their ship was the Le Paris , not as grand as some of Cunard’s fleets or the vessels of the White Star Line, for it was owned by a smaller company being slowly squeezed out by the magnates. Still, it was comfortable, as Jade discovered once they were on board, and she and Colt took a grand tour.
They knew that the dangers of an Atlantic crossing had receded as better technology was developed. More liners offered all the comforts of a first-class hotel. Oil lamps had been abolished at last, and the brilliance of electric lighting shone out, the power coming from generators. There was even an ice room with a capacity for forty tons of frozen water that would take at least two weeks to melt, making it possible to preserve all kinds of previously unavailable delicacies for a crossing that would last nearly three weeks.
Jade and Colt passed through the attractive and comfortable public rooms, with sofas and chairs in brocade and plush upholstery. Vases of fresh flowers had been placed on the marble-topped tables that seemed to occupy every space where there was not a chair or sofa. Ornate mirrors, stunning tapestries, and quality paintings adorned the walls.
They nodded in greeting to other couples walking the rooms and decks, inspecting their home for the next few weeks. There were men in top hats and tails, and ladies in ostrich-feathered hats and velvet dresses, tailored or rib-boned bustles, flouncing side to side as they walked regally.
Colt remarked, “Seeing all this, it’s hard to imagine that just a few decks below there are people crowded in like rats, sleeping on raw hardwood floors, eating leftovers from the first-class dining room, drinking water out of buckets…men, women, children, all packed together with no privacy.”
Jade empathized and asked, “Does it make you feel guilty that we have so much, that we travel in style, while they travel in
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