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back, the door popped open and she was enfolded by the warm, firm arms of David Larkin, cop by profession, plant killer by day, and seducer of random women by night. He snuggled his head on her neck pulling her tight against his body.
“What is it about you that I need in the night, sweet Cher?” He trailed kisses down her neck and headed south toward her breasts.
“Whoa, big fellow. That’s enough of that.” She pushed him backward, noting to herself that it was quite clear what it was that he needed in the night, and she thought it prudent to put as much space between his need and her as she could manage. Certainly she could agree that it was a big need indeed. Her own needs she squelched as quickly as she could manage.
“So?” She re-belted her robe wondering how he managed to undress her so adroitly. She hadn’t felt a thing.
“Can’t I come in?” he asked plaintively.
She could just make out the lines of his face in the almost complete darkness. Trees rustled in a slight breeze and stars twinkled overhead. The night was enchanted and she was in danger of being seduced by a sorcerer. She pushed against his massive chest gently then found his hand and tugged.
“Let’s go into the garden, shall we?”
He grunted in agreeable satisfaction and tried to steer her toward the hammock strung between two trees.
“No, no. Let’s sit over here on the bench by the goldfish pond. I always wanted to try it out in the night.”
He ambled beside her and settled at her side on the stone bench. It was cool to her bottom and a bit scratchy to her bare legs. She realized David, bare footed, wore a pair of tennis shorts and a T-shirt.
“Well?” She held tightly to his hand which was attempting to wander over her person.
“Well, what?” he asked, persisting in the exploration of her robe.
“You said,” she said patiently and ponderously, “. . . that you wanted a minute to discuss something with me. What is it?”
“Oh yeah, that. Well, I want to ask a favor of you. When you go to work at Toledo’s tomorrow, I need you to keep your eye out for a certain person. Well, two, in fact. I have the pictures at the house. You want to come over and see them now?” He breathed softly on her neck and kissed her there.
She held her breath while he found her ear and kissed it pausing to suck on her earlobe. “David Gillard Larkin. Will you stop it? You could very well show me the pictures in the morning. You said it was important I see them tonight.”
“It was important that I see you tonight. I needed to see you tonight. Not sure quite why, but am sure I needed . . . You are the only person alive who knows my middle name, Cher. How did you find out? You’re going to have to marry me now. Only way to keep the secret.” He managed to free his hand and held her face while he whispered a kiss across her lips. He sighed and plunged enthusiastically into her mouth.
The magic night wrapped around Cheryl like soft black velvet. Nothing she could do but hold on for dear life. She felt as if she floated around the garden, her will sapped by the feel of his lips on hers. He pulled her close, and then lifted her easily into his lap, his neediness clearly prominent. Her robe betrayed her as it rode up her legs, leaving her stripped to her bikini underwear. He shifted her until she straddled him, taking her protests into his mouth as he ruthlessly continued to kiss her. He paused briefly and removed his T-shirt over his head, his naked chest warm against her bare . . . bare? Oh my God. He had her robe open, her pajama top unbuttoned, and they were naked chest to naked chest.
Cheryl had a brief moment of lucidity. She was no novice. If she allowed this to continue, she knew what would happen, with no one to blame but herself. She knew what kind of man she was making out with in the garden. Handsome rogue, but rogue he was. He would take what he wanted and leave her crying once again. Could she resist the erogenous high he
“What is it about you that I need in the night, sweet Cher?” He trailed kisses down her neck and headed south toward her breasts.
“Whoa, big fellow. That’s enough of that.” She pushed him backward, noting to herself that it was quite clear what it was that he needed in the night, and she thought it prudent to put as much space between his need and her as she could manage. Certainly she could agree that it was a big need indeed. Her own needs she squelched as quickly as she could manage.
“So?” She re-belted her robe wondering how he managed to undress her so adroitly. She hadn’t felt a thing.
“Can’t I come in?” he asked plaintively.
She could just make out the lines of his face in the almost complete darkness. Trees rustled in a slight breeze and stars twinkled overhead. The night was enchanted and she was in danger of being seduced by a sorcerer. She pushed against his massive chest gently then found his hand and tugged.
“Let’s go into the garden, shall we?”
He grunted in agreeable satisfaction and tried to steer her toward the hammock strung between two trees.
“No, no. Let’s sit over here on the bench by the goldfish pond. I always wanted to try it out in the night.”
He ambled beside her and settled at her side on the stone bench. It was cool to her bottom and a bit scratchy to her bare legs. She realized David, bare footed, wore a pair of tennis shorts and a T-shirt.
“Well?” She held tightly to his hand which was attempting to wander over her person.
“Well, what?” he asked, persisting in the exploration of her robe.
“You said,” she said patiently and ponderously, “. . . that you wanted a minute to discuss something with me. What is it?”
“Oh yeah, that. Well, I want to ask a favor of you. When you go to work at Toledo’s tomorrow, I need you to keep your eye out for a certain person. Well, two, in fact. I have the pictures at the house. You want to come over and see them now?” He breathed softly on her neck and kissed her there.
She held her breath while he found her ear and kissed it pausing to suck on her earlobe. “David Gillard Larkin. Will you stop it? You could very well show me the pictures in the morning. You said it was important I see them tonight.”
“It was important that I see you tonight. I needed to see you tonight. Not sure quite why, but am sure I needed . . . You are the only person alive who knows my middle name, Cher. How did you find out? You’re going to have to marry me now. Only way to keep the secret.” He managed to free his hand and held her face while he whispered a kiss across her lips. He sighed and plunged enthusiastically into her mouth.
The magic night wrapped around Cheryl like soft black velvet. Nothing she could do but hold on for dear life. She felt as if she floated around the garden, her will sapped by the feel of his lips on hers. He pulled her close, and then lifted her easily into his lap, his neediness clearly prominent. Her robe betrayed her as it rode up her legs, leaving her stripped to her bikini underwear. He shifted her until she straddled him, taking her protests into his mouth as he ruthlessly continued to kiss her. He paused briefly and removed his T-shirt over his head, his naked chest warm against her bare . . . bare? Oh my God. He had her robe open, her pajama top unbuttoned, and they were naked chest to naked chest.
Cheryl had a brief moment of lucidity. She was no novice. If she allowed this to continue, she knew what would happen, with no one to blame but herself. She knew what kind of man she was making out with in the garden. Handsome rogue, but rogue he was. He would take what he wanted and leave her crying once again. Could she resist the erogenous high he
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