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“Stop,”
he cried. “I want to be inside you, now!”

She
lay back gratefully; ready to accept him between her thighs. Again, forgetting
her shame, she spread her legs wide. He took no notice of the scars. Carefully
he pushed one finger deep inside of her, ensuring she was ready to receive him.
“Ethan, don’t make me wait!” she begged. He didn’t.

He
raised her knees and positioned her to receive him. He watched as the head of
his penis nudged at the gate of her eager tunnel. Just the head entered her and
she gasped. Then he pushed in another inch and she lifted her hips in
gratitude. Another inch and she tossed her head from side to side. “Oh, God—it
feels so good!”

“You
are so tight!” he moaned. When he said those words she froze. What could he see?
In her delirium, she had forgotten and spread herself open to his gaze. She
looked up to meet his eyes, dreading what she would see. What she saw on his
face was ecstasy. He pushed into her further, he was so unbelievably thick. She
couldn’t maintain her concern, the incredible feeling of being filled, of being
taken, of being possessed was overwhelming. When he buried himself to the hilt,
she wrapped her legs around his hips and urged him to move.

He
groaned as she caressed his rod with the muscles of her sheath. “Sweetheart,
please, just be still for a moment. I’m going to come too fast.” He lay down on
her and tried to slow his breathing and his heartbeat. “It’s been so long for
me, almost two years.”

“It’s
been two years since you made love?” she asked him gently, kissing him on the
side of his face.

“It’s
been two years since I had sex; it’s been six years since I made love.” The
words were so sweet she tightened around him again, involuntarily. “Oh, baby—I
can’t wait, I’m sorry, I may not be able to last long.”

“Don’t
wait. I want it hard and fast,” she whispered in his ear and he began to pump
into her, holding nothing back. The sensations were incredible. Annalise
luxuriated in the deep strokes. He leaned down and captured her nipple in his
mouth, sucking as if nourishing his soul. She arched her back, giving him
greater access. Reveling in the reality of actually making love to Ethan again,
she let go—freeing herself from the burden of secrecy and shame. They were
making love and it was glorious! Annalise lifted her hips, meeting each thrust.
The tension built, his pelvis grinding against her clitoris with each downward
stroke. The tension became unbearable, her climax came in waves, she cried out
his name, “Oh, Ethan!”

The
sound of her rapture pushed him over the edge. She watched his face as he came,
shooting his cum deep with her. He thrust as hard into her as he could and then
held it there grinding himself against her. Annalise milked him with her
sheath, watching the emotions play across his face. He was the most beautiful
man in the world. When he lay exhausted across her breasts, she kissed his face.
“Thank you,”

He
did not turn loose of her, he merely moved over beside her, holding on lest she
slip from his grasp. “I am so happy.” He rose up and leaned his head on his
hand, so he could look at her face in the moonlight.

She
traced his lips, he kissed her fingers. “I had no hope I would ever get to love
you again,” Annalise spoke softly. “I missed you so.” He lay down beside her,
pulling her over until her head rested on his chest. They slept.

Chapter Six

During
the night, their positions in bed had changed. He awoke in the early hours of
the morning and realized he was cuddled up to her back, just as he had been in
the fantasy a few mornings before. He smiled.
So this is what it feels like to have a dream come true
. Unable to
wait any longer, he reached for her. There was no hesitancy on her part, no
coaxing needed. “Not long ago, I imagined you were here, like this.” He wrapped
one long leg over hers, bringing his awakening need into close, intoxicating
contact with her soft, round hips. “Then I put my hands here.” He pushed one
arm under her and the other around her, so each hand closed over a breast. He
rubbed his palms over her breasts, manipulating the nipples into diamond points
of hardness. Annalise laid her head back on his shoulder.

“Ethan,
I want you so much.” she purred. Her words enflamed him. The head of his penis
nudged her hips. She pushed back against him, tilting her pelvis, He entered
her from behind, and she was more than ready to receive him. He flexed his hips
and began pushing upward filling her little by little. She groaned her
acceptance. When he was completely embedded inside of her, he began to move his
hips and she countered his thrusts with movements of her own. It was a slower,
more luxurious loving than the heated frenzy of before.

“Being
inside of you is unbelievable, it’s like coming home,” he breathed into her
ear. Ethan closed his eyes and allowed himself to enjoy how it felt to move
deep inside of her. He cradled her to him and cherished the sensations of
having sex with someone he loved.

This
position was new for Annalise and she found it extremely exciting. The angle of
penetration was causing his shaft to stimulate her pussy in a way that was
driving her crazy. Soon, the incredible friction caused her whole pelvis to
throb. Waves of intense pleasure swept from her vulva down to her toes. Her
breasts swelled in his hands, as she began to convulse in an intense climax. “Oh,
Ethan, don’t stop!”

Her
ecstasy was his fantasy come to life—her in his arms and literally writhing
with pleasure. Her interior muscles were stroking and pulsing and he felt like
the hero in one her stories. He closed his eyes as he fell off the edge of the
world.

* * * *

Dawn
was beginning to break. The room was beginning to brighten and Annalise knew
she had to leave before Ethan woke up. She couldn’t afford to be in his arms
once the sun came up. Before she eased from the bed, she took one final moment
to look at his precious face. He had given her a wonderful gift. Just days ago,
she never expected an opportunity to ever see him again, much less find ecstasy
in his arms. Not risking a good-bye kiss, she carefully rose from the bed,
redressed and left the room. He was sleeping the sleep of one completely
satisfied. Thankfully, no one saw her as she made her way back to the cabin.

* * * *

Ethan
reached for her once more, only to find himself alone. For a moment, he
considered it all a wonderful dream. But then he saw the impression of her head
in the pillow next to his. He rolled over and buried his face in the indention,
inhaling the scent of her perfume. It hadn’t been a dream! Lise had come to him
in the night and given herself to him in a way that had almost completely
exorcised the doubts created by Francine’s constant denigration.

Why
had she left him this morning? Fearing she might have disappeared again, he
went to the window and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her car still in
its place.

A
plan began to formulate in his mind.

He
had work to do.

* * * *

Alex
waited in the kitchen. He hadn’t been able to sleep worth a flip. He had
vacillated between regretting his interference and rejoicing over the fact
Ethan had a chance at happiness. The first thing he had done was check the
front door. It had been locked so he knew Annalise joined Ethan some time
during the night. Over his third cup of coffee this morning he heard her leave.
He had stood at the kitchen window and watched her make her way back to her room.
She was an incredibly beautiful woman and he understood why his brother had
never forgotten her.

But
he couldn’t get her confession out of his mind! She had been brutally raped and
Ethan had never known. He was sorely tempted to tell Ethan everything so he
would understand the obstacles they were facing, but he knew that was not what
Annalise wanted. He had to respect her privacy and just pray they were able to
work this out.

* * * *

Ethan
found his brother in the kitchen. “Is Bobby here?”

“Yeah,
but he’s sleeping in.” Alex had the breakfast trays already packed.

“I
see you’ve been busy.”

“Couldn’t
sleep,” Alex confessed. “How was your night?” Ethan turned to look at his
brother sharply and it took everything Alex had in him to not let anything show
on his face.

Not
answering his question directly, Ethan spoke carefully. “I have a favor to ask
of you.”

“Anything.”

“I
want to spend the day with Lise. I know we had plans to get some work done, but
I need time with her.”

“Done.”

 
* * * *

It
didn’t take long for Ethan to make his rounds. The other guests were mostly
older women, with the exception of two retired couples from Canada. Ethan spent
a few moments visiting with each guest. He had got to know several of the
repeat customers fairly well and he was always pleased to offer advice as to
restaurants or recreational activities. The last cabin he came to was
Antoinette’s Leap
.

The
legend of Antoinette was a sad one. The tale told of Indians killing her fiancé
and her leaping to her death off a cliff into the Colorado River to escape from
them. If he had it to do over again, he would not have named this cabin after
such a tragic event in the area’s history, but for some reason the sadness had
appealed to his ex-wife.

He
knocked lightly on the cabin door and heard Tiny heralding his arrival. In a
few moments, she stood before him. His eyes devoured her. She wore soft, faded
blue jeans and a light pink cotton sweater faithfully followed every luscious
curve. He almost dropped the tray. She took it from him and he followed her in,
not waiting for an invitation. “You weren’t in my bed when I woke up.”

Annalise’
breath caught in her throat. She decided to live dangerously. “I didn’t want to
overstay my welcome.” She set the tray down on the bar and slowly turned to
face him. He was right in front of her—big, wide and sexy as hell. Annalise
felt her loins liquefy. But it was morning! She couldn’t afford to let him see
how much he affected her. There was no way she could make love with him in the
cold light of day.

“That
would be impossible.” He said evenly. “Now, that I’ve found you again, I don’t
intend to ever let you go.”

Annalise
forced herself to stand perfectly still. All she wanted to do was propel
herself into his arms and kiss him until he turned blue from lack of oxygen. He
stood six inches away from her and as her nipples hardened, some sort of erotic
gravitational force seemed to pull her toward him. She lifted one hand to touch
his chest, but then forced it down to her side. “Ethan, last night was
unbelievable and I thank you for it. I appreciate you forgiving me for writing
about you. But I realize you have other guests and more important things to do
than entertain me.”

He
moved one step close to her. He didn’t say a word. Now the very tips of her
breasts were grazing his rock hard chest. She swallowed nervously, knowing her
self-control was almost non-existent where he was concerned. “I really need to
get some writing done today. I need to go back and rework my hero.”

“Don’t
you dare,” he growled. “Now that I understand, it’s the most incredible turn-on
imaginable. I want you to write what you feel and I want to read every sexy
word. If you write the fantasies, we can act them out. And as for reworking
your hero, I want to be your hero and I want you to work on me.”

A
tiny sound escaped her lips. Desire rose within her and against her better
judgment, she gave into it. Just a kiss, that’s all it would be. His mouth was
perfect, lips, not too full—not too thin—just right for deep, mind-blowing,
toe-curling kisses. She pressed her breasts boldly against him, the contact
creating a hunger within her only he could fill. He let her have her way. Slipping
her arms up around his neck, she lifted her lips to him soundlessly offering
all she was.

With
one fluid movement, he lifted her. She wrapped long legs around his waist,
bringing the ultra-sensitive center of her desire in direct contact with the
hard ridge of his cock. She kissed the corners of his mouth, she kissed the
strong column of his neck, she kissed his eyelids and down the bridge of his
nose. Making herself wait only made it more important. Her mouth hovered over
his—six years of yearning had not been appeased by the banquet of love they
shared the night before. Slowly, she allowed her mouth to settle over his, her
tongue slipping out to taste the sweet sensual curve of his upper lip. Then his
control broke and he opened his mouth and drank from her lips like a man
starving for a cool drink of water.

He
carried her over to the couch and sat down, settling her in his lap, never
breaking the kiss. Six years of separation, six years of fantasies, and six
years of might-have-
beens
came to fruition in the
most sensual, tender kiss imaginable. She broke the kiss first, laying her head
on his chest, trying to bring her breathing under control.