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Authors: Karyn Gerrard, Gayl Taylor
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confess I am a bit—jaded toward men since the divorce. I wasn’t ready to call before now.”
Nathan took her hand again and held it for a long moment. Connie studied his hands. His fingers were long and elegant. They wrapped around her smaller hand, strong and comforting. “I sensed a deep hurt and loneliness in you when I took the report that night in your office. Believe me, I understand the feelings, you could say I’m attuned to it. I’m divorced myself.”
Nathan stood, pulled Connie to her feet, and cupped her face gently. “I’m forty-four years old; I still have plenty of living ahead of me. I’m ready to take that chance Connie, are you?” He leaned in and captured her mouth with his. Slowly, languidly, his lips moved against hers with a tenderness she hadn’t experienced in a long time. Connie closed her eyes and reveled in the moment. Perhaps this was her new beginning.
He tasted of warm desire, hot passion, and the promise of respectful trust and lazy Sunday mornings in bed. She knew instinctively, from this one kiss, he would honor and love her in ways she’d never been before. When the evening started out, she merely wanted meaningless sex, a way to forget, a few hours to numb the never-ending pain. To end up here—with him—meant she’d found something she had nearly given up hope of ever finding. The chance and promise of real love.
When they finally broke the kiss, Nathan nuzzled her cheek. “What do you say, Connie? Are you ready to take that first step? With me?” he said softly.
Her gaze swept upward and she became lost in his warm, whiskey-colored eyes. “Yes, Nathan, I’d like that. Very much. I’m ready.”
A promising future of mutual trust, respect and loving companionship opened before her. Connie had found her own hero.
Nathan took her hand again and held it for a long moment. Connie studied his hands. His fingers were long and elegant. They wrapped around her smaller hand, strong and comforting. “I sensed a deep hurt and loneliness in you when I took the report that night in your office. Believe me, I understand the feelings, you could say I’m attuned to it. I’m divorced myself.”
Nathan stood, pulled Connie to her feet, and cupped her face gently. “I’m forty-four years old; I still have plenty of living ahead of me. I’m ready to take that chance Connie, are you?” He leaned in and captured her mouth with his. Slowly, languidly, his lips moved against hers with a tenderness she hadn’t experienced in a long time. Connie closed her eyes and reveled in the moment. Perhaps this was her new beginning.
He tasted of warm desire, hot passion, and the promise of respectful trust and lazy Sunday mornings in bed. She knew instinctively, from this one kiss, he would honor and love her in ways she’d never been before. When the evening started out, she merely wanted meaningless sex, a way to forget, a few hours to numb the never-ending pain. To end up here—with him—meant she’d found something she had nearly given up hope of ever finding. The chance and promise of real love.
When they finally broke the kiss, Nathan nuzzled her cheek. “What do you say, Connie? Are you ready to take that first step? With me?” he said softly.
Her gaze swept upward and she became lost in his warm, whiskey-colored eyes. “Yes, Nathan, I’d like that. Very much. I’m ready.”
A promising future of mutual trust, respect and loving companionship opened before her. Connie had found her own hero.
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