Page 30 of One Wild Night
The two hugged each other as if they hadn’t seen the other in years, and love emanated from them, filling the room, filling the entire surroundings with itsforce.
Abi took a moment to appreciate thesight.
“Gale, I’m so sorry,” Margo was saying into Gale’s thick mass of darkhair.
“Don’t. Don’t. I’m so glad you’re here,Margo.”
Abi focused on him and was in awe of the love she saw in his eyes for her friend. At the same time, she could feel Scott’s eyes on her. The pull of his stare was so compelling that she turned to facehim.
He was looking at her indeed, his eyes speaking a million things. But there was one thing that stood out -- a hint of sadness sparked in his eyes. She wondered if he was thinking the same thing as her, the thing she’d been putting off thinking about since this morning:t
hat time was catching up with them. Catching up and slipping away, and all they really had was one more nighttogether.
He placed his arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. She rested her head on his chest as they turned around to head to hisroom.
Scott opened the door and watched her as she walkedinside.
She walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the large garden. When she turned around, she saw that he was still watching her, but it was the way he looked at her that held herattention.
His eyes were filled with adoration. No one had ever looked at her like that before. No one. The stare undressed her right down to her soul. There was something different about the atmosphere aroundthem.
It was not because they were back here, in a different room and in SanFrancisco.
No, it was something else, something she couldn’t quite describe. Whatever it was, it enhanced the mood, the passion, and the desire that rippled in waves aroundthem.
She continued to watch him as he moved towards her, her eyes traveling over the powerful build of his muscularbody.
They didn’t speak. He just kissed her, and she fell into the sweetness of him, savoring the moment, savoring the time that they had. There was a dreamy intimacy to their kiss and to the way he touched hernow.
He touched her as if he wanted to store the memory of how she felt in hisarms.
He undressed her and scooped her up so he could settle her down on the bed. Desire burned inside her as she watched him undress, too. She wanted to remember him, the way he looked, the gorgeous masterpiece he was that rivaled the Greek gods, and the firm, thick, length of his hard cock. The soft moonlight mingled with the amber glow that filled the room, bathing him init.
When he slid into her, a shock wave coursed through her entire body, tantalizing her with soldering heat. But there was something else that amplified it which she hadn’t been able to describe. She knew what it was now, and it almost terrifiedher.
It waslove.
This was supposed to be fun, but she’d opened the door and let love out -- the love she’d worked so hard to rid from her system for all those years. It washed over her, but it wasn’t just her. Scott touched her in a way he never had before. It was like his hands were all over her, and he couldn’t get enough -- like he couldn’t touch her enough. Was she imaginingit?
She couldn’t tell because her own feelings were getting in the way. What she did know, though, was that some force took over them, bounding their bodies together. When they came, it was as one, with a release that fueled her to newheights.
And, still, they didn’t talk. He just held her against him, as if she werehis.
* * *
He madelove to her all night. Each time, the feeling she felt wasreaffirmed.
As the first hint of twilight broke through the sky before sunrise and the diffused pinkish light scattered across the scene that lay before her, a tear ran down hercheek.
She wiped it away but failed to keep the rest from falling. Reality was setting in full force with the truth of the situation. It struck out at her, striking her heart, and going deep into hersoul.
She was nineteen when she first met Scott. She’d done everything withhim.
Everything. He was the first man she ever slept with, the first person she gave her heart to, and these few short days showed her that he probably was the only person who would haveit.
But she couldn’t be withhim.
The horror of how she felt when they were last together filled her and made heranxious.
