Sandra couldn’t think, but then she really didn’t want to as his tongue slowly began to trace the outline of her bottom lip before he gently tugged it between his teeth, sucking on the tender flesh. She moaned into his kiss, her back arched toward him while his very skillful tongue slipped effortlessly into her wine sweetened mouth, caressing, teasing and tasting her at once. She could feel the result their kiss had on him, when his hand holding hers pulled her tightly against his hips, holding her securely in his embrace. His tongue played and teased with hers until she found the courage to imitate his actions, her heart pounding wildly within her chest. A warmth she had never experienced before began to spread through her lower regions, making her feel dizzy and wanton. Creighton increased the pressure against her lips, deepening his assault on her mouth, his tongue eagerly battling with hers. Her head was swimming, the smoldering fire of need began to turn her blood into lava, warm
The alarm on the bedside table began to beep much louder than it had seemed the day before. Sandra reached over and shut it off, her head buried under her pillow as she stretched her arms above her head and groaned. Memories of last night began to filter through her mind and she smiled happily, reliving them for the millionth time since returning to her hotel room. Creighton was a thousand dreams come true, a true gentleman, the magnificent lover she had always read about, fantasized about, always dreamed of meeting. They ate the most delicious supper of pasta e fagioli and linguini with clam sauce. They lounged in plush cushioned chairs on the upper deck, sipping double caramel cappuccinos, while enjoying a soft piano concerto that echoed through the ship from the expensive stereo system. Creighton returned her to the hotel shortly after three o’clock this morning, kissed her gently on the cheek and made certain she was locked inside her room, before leaving with the promise of seein
“Très bien, merci,” Michelle said, unaware she had answered in French and quickly corrected the mistake with a blush. “Why are you here?”“I’m on vacation, er, holiday. It’s a lovely place. Are you staying here at the hotel?”“Oui, my boss owns this hotel. He is here as well. I'm sure he would like to see you again. I can arrange a time to meet with you, if you would like?”“Yes, thank you. That would be nice.” Lying was becoming a habit, she scolded herself, but quickly thought that meeting this boss may help Cathy and the mayor somehow. “Maybe tomorrow, I have plans until then.”“Good, yes, I will call him and let you know. It was nice seeing you again. You look great, by the way. You’ve lost weight, I think.” Sandra smiled at the woman’s observation.“I have, thank you. Well, I have to go. I’ll see you tomorrow, just leave a message where and when your boss can meet with me with the front desk.”“I will and have a good day.” Sandra walked away quickly, the smile remaining on her l
“Hi, sorry I’m running late,” she said shyly. Creighton’s smile increased, and he shook his head.“Not a problem. I don’t mind waiting for such a lovely lady. Did you find what you were looking for?” Her throat was suddenly dry as she looked in those dark-blue eyes.“Um, not really. I needed a pair of jeans, but I did find some very nice pants, thanks to the clerk.”“Jeans, eh?” he said and turned to the woman, speaking to her in French. The clerk smiled, replying in her native language and walked into the back of the store again.“What did you say to her?” Sandra asked suspiciously.“I told her you were looking for a pair of jeans. She couldn’t understand what you wanted. Her English isn’t very good. They usually don’t keep the jeans on the rack, but rather in the back room. They have them, but the French are very proud of their fashion designers and don’t usually display simple clothing.”“Oh,” was about all she could think of saying.Her thoughts were distracted when the young wo
“We have reservations for two o’clock.”“Two?” she asked in surprise. “Then we have plenty of time.” Instantly, she regretted saying this, watching an unnamed look cross his eyes. He closed them briefly and when he opened them again, he appeared to be contemplating his response.“Get dressed and let’s get some lunch. I have a very full day planned for us and pack your bathing suit. You’ll need it too.” She took the bag he handed her and hurried toward the bathroom. Just before she could cross into the tiled room, she felt his arm on her elbow causing her to turn back to him. “Wear that blue shirt, please?” His voice was more of a demand then a request, but she nodded regardless, closing the door behind her.Sandra pulled the dress off over her head and tossed it carelessly on the counter, leaving her lacy bra and matching panties on. She kicked her sandals across the bathroom floor, scarcely noticing as they landed under the vanity. With shaking hands, she pulled her new blue blou
Sandra felt braver today than she had last night and quickly joined in the kiss, her tongue caressing his, battling in a wordless tournament of desire and want. Several long moments passed by and Sandra could feel his desire grow against her thigh, straining through the restraints of his pants. With a deep moan of regret, he pulled away from her, leaving her panting as he nuzzled her neck with his warm, moist lips.“We can’t do this,” he said in a hoarse whisper so soft she wasn’t sure if he had actually spoken, barely able to hear him over the thrumming of her heart in her ears. “This isn’t the right time, but it is getting very hard to resist you.” He looked down at her, his eyes burning with desire, a silent promise echoed in the curve of his lips.“We need to get out of here before it’s too late,” he told her, a little louder than she expected, and she suddenly realized she was very disappointed in his reaction. She didn’t want to leave, she wanted to stay there, and she wanted h
“Yep. Cows, pigs, sheep, crops, the whole works.” She smiled at the pride that echoed in his tone.“You don’t strike me as a farm boy,” she said with a chuckle, watching his cheeks turn slightly pink. Well, this was a change she thought.“I am a country boy at heart. I love the simple life, knowing your neighbors, the fresh air. I like the idea of going out to the garden or hen house and collecting what you need to make a meal. You know where the food came from, no chemicals, no pesticides and no preservatives.”“What about your family?”“My parents live in Yorkshire with my two younger sisters and still work on the family land. My father’s father died when he was a young man, so he dropped out of school to take care of the farm and helped raise his sister and brother. My Nana Ashford died when I was three. My mother’s father died when I was in grammar school and my Gram Armstrong died two years ago.”“How many siblings do you have?”“Four in all. Two elder brothers and two younger s
Sandra reclined on the soft chaise lounge smiling, her eyes closed to the sights and sounds around her. The aroma of the sea filtered through her senses, while she relaxed under the evening stars aboard Creighton’s luxurious, refurbished yacht. She couldn’t believe all that they had done in one simple afternoon. The memories made her feel the tingle of excitement all over again.After their lunch, they went to Monte Carlo where Creighton had reservations for them to go parasailing. It was amazing, flying above the Mediterranean Sea on the strings of a kite. At first, she refused, she was terrified and all she could think of was the old adage if man was meant to fly he’d have been born with wings, but after a considerable amount of persuasion and several heart-stopping smiles, Creighton had her agreeing to try it and she discovered it really was quite simple. He was a magnificent instructor and within a very short time she was up in the air alone, flying behind the rental boat, the win