CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
(part four)
Aden’s eyes opened the moment Sandy was close.
In a rush of emotion, he scooped her up. After six years of longing, his simple gesture sparked a blaze inside her. She was swept away by her own passion for this man.
Lips pressed, hips merged and they joined in a dance of sensation. Her fingertips burned with the plush texture of his skin. Her body responded at the nip of his teeth against her nipples, her neck and her ears. Her mouth pulled kiss after kiss from his lips. Each pulse brought deeper waves of connection. Fast and slow, on top and under him, she felt only her fervor for this man.
Their final blaze of glory brought with Sandy’s long held pain. While his lips kissed her face and eyes, she
wept. His arms held her tight through the passing of nameless pain and sadness.
When the storm passed, Sandy attacked. She pulled and pressed at him. She bit at his body and allowed her fingernails to rake at his flesh. Aden matched her with sheer animal passion. In this pure, honest physicality, Sandy felt her soul open to him. Her hands above her head, her body conquered, she called him to join her. Without hesitation, he followed her into oblivion.
Sandy felt her very being join his to dance among the familiar stars. Around and around they waltzed until, one breath at a time, they rejoined their bodies on the cramped bed in the guest room of his Park Hill bungalow. They fell spent to the bed. Wrapped around each other, they slept.
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Mike had asked but Valerie didn’t want to go out. In fact, Valerie didn’t want to leave the bed. She wanted to be tickled, cuddled and loved. He got up at some point and brought Brie, strawberries and champagne back
to bed. With her head in his lap, he fed her the fruit and cheese. Looking into her hazel eyes, he saw her love for him shining back. Around midnight, they migrated to the large bathtub.
“It’s been a week,” Mike said.
He slipped her hair over her shoulder to use a sponge on her back. She lay back into his lap. He kissed her lips and she smiled.
“Are you…. Do you…. I mean….” Mike scrunched his eyebrows together. Valerie’s thumb smoothed out the crease between his eyebrows.
“There’s only one time in my life that I’ve felt this right… complete.”
“In Monterrey?”
“In Monterrey.”
He pulled her between his knees. She tucked her arms over his knees then leaned back against his chest.
“Are you going to start….”
“Our usual argument?” Valerie finished his statement. “You always start our usual argument.”
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow….
