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to concentrate, and the three glasses of the bubbly had left her floating in a soft cloud. She set the book down.
Lying back, she rested her head on the rim and closed her eyes, dreaming about relaxing summer evenings of roasting hot dogs and marshmallows over a campfire when the children and grandchildren visited, of fishing and boating, perhaps even skinny-dipping with Eric in front of the house when they were alone. As she drifted into sleep, she dreamed of making love in the gazebo under the full moon, just like they’d done …
The air in the bathroom changed, became heavy and faintly crackling as if charged with electrical tension. The light flicked off and a faint spicy aroma grew until it filled the room. In her drowsy state Lindsay breathed in the familiar scent of her lover and smiled a welcome.
The bath water gently splashed and two faint thuds sounded, then she felt the slight touch of lips on hers. Strong arms went around her and pulled her to a muscular body. She felt his smooth skin against her breast and her nipples hardened. The kiss deepened and a tongue slid into her mouth and in the twilight of sleep and awareness, she greeted it with her own. He laid her gently against the back of the tub and nuzzled her neck, just below her ear, and sent shivers to her toes. When he took a nipple into his mouth, she sighed and her legs fell open.
Still drifting between sleep and awakening, Lindsay ran her hands over his broad shoulders and down his body to his erection.
“Let’s go to bed where we have more room,” she murmured.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he kissed her, sucking her bottom lip into his warm mouth and placed her legs around his lean hips. Desperately wanting him, she ran her palms around his neck and down his chest, luxuriating in his smooth skin … smooth skin ? She stiffened and made a small sound.
Eric had chest hair.
The touches stopped. Her eyes opened and she was full awake.
“Eric?”
No one answered.
Blinking, Lindsay peered into the semi-darkness and didn’t see her husband, didn’t see anyone in the bathtub with her. She could see right through where Eric should have been to the tiles on the bathroom wall.
But that was impossible. He hadn’t had time to get out. Besides, she would have heard him or heard the water splash or the door opening. As if not trusting her own eyes, she groped for him, feeling the air all around her, but there was nothing.
If it hadn’t been Eric kissing and touching her, then who had been in the tub with her?
Chapter Eleven
Lindsay screamed and scrambled out of the water. Footsteps pounded in the outside hall and the door flew open.
“Honey, what’s wrong? Are you all right?” Eric held her wet body close and grabbed a towel.
Weeping, she held onto him. “Don’t let go,” she begged, frantically looking around the bathroom. “Please don’t let go.”
He gave her a quick inspection. “I don’t see anything wrong, no blood, so you didn’t cut yourself. Did you fall?”
Crying, she shook her head. “There was a man …”
“A man where? Let’s get you dried off.” He ran the towel briskly over her.
“In the water with me …”
Eric stopped drying her. “In the water with you? Just now?”
Sobbing, Lindsay nodded. “He disappeared.”
“Honey, no one’s here. I would have heard someone come up the stairs.”
“But Eric, I felt him.” Her face flamed. “I thought it was you.”
One arm still around her, he grabbed her robe and put it on her as if she were a child, then led her out of the bathroom.
“Look, honey, see my office door? It’s open. Not only would I have heard someone come in, but I would’ve seen him as well.”
Lindsay checked his open office door and even sat at his desk. He was right. If anyone had entered the house, especially the bathroom, Eric would have seen him.
But who had been making love to her? Surely it wasn’t her imagination; she could still feel his touch.
In their bedroom, he
Lying back, she rested her head on the rim and closed her eyes, dreaming about relaxing summer evenings of roasting hot dogs and marshmallows over a campfire when the children and grandchildren visited, of fishing and boating, perhaps even skinny-dipping with Eric in front of the house when they were alone. As she drifted into sleep, she dreamed of making love in the gazebo under the full moon, just like they’d done …
The air in the bathroom changed, became heavy and faintly crackling as if charged with electrical tension. The light flicked off and a faint spicy aroma grew until it filled the room. In her drowsy state Lindsay breathed in the familiar scent of her lover and smiled a welcome.
The bath water gently splashed and two faint thuds sounded, then she felt the slight touch of lips on hers. Strong arms went around her and pulled her to a muscular body. She felt his smooth skin against her breast and her nipples hardened. The kiss deepened and a tongue slid into her mouth and in the twilight of sleep and awareness, she greeted it with her own. He laid her gently against the back of the tub and nuzzled her neck, just below her ear, and sent shivers to her toes. When he took a nipple into his mouth, she sighed and her legs fell open.
Still drifting between sleep and awakening, Lindsay ran her hands over his broad shoulders and down his body to his erection.
“Let’s go to bed where we have more room,” she murmured.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he kissed her, sucking her bottom lip into his warm mouth and placed her legs around his lean hips. Desperately wanting him, she ran her palms around his neck and down his chest, luxuriating in his smooth skin … smooth skin ? She stiffened and made a small sound.
Eric had chest hair.
The touches stopped. Her eyes opened and she was full awake.
“Eric?”
No one answered.
Blinking, Lindsay peered into the semi-darkness and didn’t see her husband, didn’t see anyone in the bathtub with her. She could see right through where Eric should have been to the tiles on the bathroom wall.
But that was impossible. He hadn’t had time to get out. Besides, she would have heard him or heard the water splash or the door opening. As if not trusting her own eyes, she groped for him, feeling the air all around her, but there was nothing.
If it hadn’t been Eric kissing and touching her, then who had been in the tub with her?
Chapter Eleven
Lindsay screamed and scrambled out of the water. Footsteps pounded in the outside hall and the door flew open.
“Honey, what’s wrong? Are you all right?” Eric held her wet body close and grabbed a towel.
Weeping, she held onto him. “Don’t let go,” she begged, frantically looking around the bathroom. “Please don’t let go.”
He gave her a quick inspection. “I don’t see anything wrong, no blood, so you didn’t cut yourself. Did you fall?”
Crying, she shook her head. “There was a man …”
“A man where? Let’s get you dried off.” He ran the towel briskly over her.
“In the water with me …”
Eric stopped drying her. “In the water with you? Just now?”
Sobbing, Lindsay nodded. “He disappeared.”
“Honey, no one’s here. I would have heard someone come up the stairs.”
“But Eric, I felt him.” Her face flamed. “I thought it was you.”
One arm still around her, he grabbed her robe and put it on her as if she were a child, then led her out of the bathroom.
“Look, honey, see my office door? It’s open. Not only would I have heard someone come in, but I would’ve seen him as well.”
Lindsay checked his open office door and even sat at his desk. He was right. If anyone had entered the house, especially the bathroom, Eric would have seen him.
But who had been making love to her? Surely it wasn’t her imagination; she could still feel his touch.
In their bedroom, he
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