Carved in Stone: Monochrome Destiny (18 page)

Robyn’s hands
shook so violently that she struggled to pull the keys from the ignition. 
She took two deep breaths before warily looking around.  She had become
certain that the spirit like figures had followed her despite her breakneck
speed and studied the shadows to see if they lay in wait.

Frightened,
she hurried out of the car and cringed when each footstep crunched on the
gravel underfoot, sending comparatively thunderous sounds into the quiet
night.  At any second, she expected the figures to drift out from the
treeline so she glanced left, right, behind and ran headlong for the front
door.

The
porch was unlit, allowing black shadows to live and breathe under its roof and
Robyn slid to a halt uncertain about entering.  In the grip of fear, she
was terrorised by those shadows.  She became certain that within the
recesses of darkness in front of her, one of the figures stood, predatory and
waiting to ensnare; but danger was everywhere.  Her only chance was to
make it inside.

Desperation
drove Robyn’s feet forwards and she hit the door with urgent, pounding
fists.  Her head turned to look behind her.  She was convinced that
at any minute a hand would reach for her.

Metal
slid on metal, as the chain was thrown aside and the lock disengaged, but it
could not happen fast enough for Robyn.  The handle turned and the door
opened, flooding the porch area with warm exuberant light but she had no time
to bathe in it.  Instead, she ran headlong for the perfect silhouette of
the man in front of her.  He was her warmth, her safety, her hope and as
she fell into him, his arms wrapped tightly around her.  Relief swam
through her veins.  Robyn clung to Andrew with the last of her remaining
strength.

He hadn’t been
expecting anyone, least of all Robyn.  When she’d left him earlier she’d
been so full of sorrow and remorse that nothing he could say could help
her.  She blamed herself for Kat leaving.  Kat and Robyn had been
close, any fool could have seen that, but the guilt that she carried over Kat’s
absence was not Robyn’s burden.  People left.  They made decisions
without a thought for others.  It had taken Andrew years to realise that
and he knew that it would take her time.

He
hadn’t expected her to come to him so soon, if at all.

Robyn
now clung to him as if her life depended on it.  Her heart was racing and
her breath coming in ragged pants.

“What
. . . ?”  Fear prickled in his spine.  He needed to know what had
occurred, but Robyn shook her head against him and clung tighter.  She
wasn’t ready to speak and she was not the kind who could be coerced. 
Andrew kicked the door closed and just held her as her body shuddered.

When Robyn could
finally take her own weight, she began to feel something other than fear. 
The numbness of her shredded emotions subsided as pressure receptors all over
her body started firing simultaneously.  She clung around Andrew’s waist
tightly, her face pressed to his chest.  He felt sleek, firm and
warm.  Her breathing deepened.  His scent was a glorious mix of spice
and man.  She wanted to purr in the aroma, fill her lungs and bathe. 
Her heart kicked, fluttered.  She pressed her hand to Andrew’s chest and
felt the comforting beat of his heart under her fingertips.  She splayed
her fingers and flattened her palm against him.  He shuddered.

Heat
pooled deep within her core.  It was hot and hollow and urgent as Robyn
slid her hand up, over Andrew’s chest to the unbuttoned collar of his
shirt.  She let her fingertips slowly trace across the exposed smooth skin
at his collar and she felt a slight, empowering tremble from him as her fingers
touched his skin.  She watched in fascination as the, now familiar, warmth
flowed into her fingertips.

Andrew’s
chest heaved up and down as he responded to her delicate touch emboldening her
to sweep her palm gently up his neck.  She traced her path slowly, bathing
in the sensations of his body against hers.  When she reached his jaw,
Andrew held his breath.  Robyn, awash with need, traced a thumb over his
lower lip and looked up into what could only be described as desperate
eyes.  He was battling concern, alarm and need.

She
traced his lips again, this time running her thumb over first the upper then
the lower.  He was smooth silk and hot temptation.  She curled her fingers
into his thick black mane of hair and pulled his face to hers.

Robyn
needed this, needed him.  She now knew why she had run here.  Andrew
was the only one who could take away her fear.

Andrew
bent slowly and locked his lips to Robyn’s.  Their kiss was tender at
first, allowing the warmth to flow but as Robyn parted her lips in expectation,
Andrew responded with fervour.  His tongue slid between her lips, licking
and tasting as he crushed her to him. Warmth became heat and heat became fire
as their bodies began to meld to each other.  His arm settled against the
small of her back, fingers splayed and he dragged her toward him, away from the
door.

This
had been inevitable from the start, from that first touch.  Robyn knew
that clearly as Andrew’s breath came in gasps and he pulled away from her lips
to kiss her jawline and trace a line down the curve of her neck.  They
were drawn to each other with a force stronger than either could resist.

Andrew’s
lips found the lobes of her ears and he sucked and bit them before tracing a
line down her neck to her collar bone.  Fire burned in her belly and she
desperately needed him to douse the flames.  She let her head roll back to
expose her throat to his ravishing tongue and felt her core clench tightly as
her breath rushed out in surrender.  Everywhere he kissed he left a hot
memory where blood rushed to the surface to be warmed and consumed.

God, what was
she doing to him?  His mind reeled with alarm knowing that this wasn’t
right, it shouldn’t be now.  She’d come to him for protection, for comfort
and she needed assurance, not to be ravaged by him as if he were some savage
unable to control himself.  But the taste of her, the delicious sweet
fruity flavour that clung to her skin, he couldn’t get enough.  She leaned
into him, compliant and trusting even though he couldn’t trust himself, not
with her.  Oh God she pushed him.  More than anyone ever had. 
He’d known that he should stay away, known that she would pull at his control
but he’d succumbed and now he couldn’t get enough.

She
moaned deep in her throat as he nibbled her earlobe and that made his already
hard cock, stiffen further.  The urge to take her was painful.

“Take
me to bed.”  Her voice was husky, sexy and needy.  Andrew pulled
back, holding her at arms-length.

“No.” 
She deserved more than this.  She deserved dinner and wine and God,
anything.

“Andrew. 
I want you.”  The words were a breath on her swollen, kiss-ravaged, lips
and they spoke only to his cock.  It kicked in his jeans, needing to bury
itself in her molten core.  Andrew shook his head desperately.

“Robyn.” 
He hadn’t planned for this.  She wasn’t ready, but he strained against his
own desires in his attempt to stop her.

“I
need you, Andrew.  I need you now, tonight.”  Her voice was breathless
with desire and thick with need.  “Take me to bed.”

Tumultuous
emotions rushed through him but her eyes were so deep and filled with desire
that he lost the battle within himself.  He reached down and swept her
legs up into his arms.  He sought her mouth and kissed her as he climbed
the stairs.

Andrew placed
Robyn on her feet, in a dimly lit bedroom.  Then he kissed her again with
more urgency, his hands fisting in the tangles of her hair.  She could
feel his tight control slipping as he feasted on her mouth.  His urge to
give in to reckless abandon was overpowering him, but he pulled back before
succumbing and stood before her, his eyes wide and wild.

Terrified
that he would turn from her, Robyn stepped forward and reached up to trace the
collar of his shirt.  When she came to the open top button she placed her
palm against the small area of exposed skin and undid the next button. 
The heat that came from him was as fascinating as it was enthralling.  It
should not be possible for such a sensation to exist and she was certain that
he was unaware of it.  Robyn didn’t know if this was some wonderful
biological magic or simply a hallucination, but she didn’t care.  Slowly,
one button at a time, Robyn undid Andrew’s shirt, her palm tracing his torso
further down with each open fastening.

When
the shirt hung open, Robyn’s hands roamed greedily against Andrew’s
chest.  He had unbelievable definition of long, lean muscle and it made
her groan.  Her fingers traced every undulation, every dip and every mound
as Andrew’s muscles tensed under her touch, hardening beneath her fingertips
and then relaxing once again as he drew a deep calculated breath.  She
could have touched him that way for all eternity and bathed in the power of it.

Her
hands found their way up to his broad shoulders and, without losing the
connection between her skin and his, she pushed the loose shirt over the top of
his shoulders and down his long, muscular arms to the floor.

Standing
bare-chested, in the light of one small lamp, Andrew was perfection before
her.  She could see all the definition; the thin track of hair, dark
against the pale skin that led down under his jeans; his muscular arms, not
thick like body builders but lean and strong.  He was the most beautiful,
striking man she had ever seen.

Andrew
looked upon her with burning intensity.  His eyes, usually so bright and
luminous, were now darkened with desire.  He stepped forwards, held her in
a tight embrace and kissed her again.  This time there was no
urgency.  He tasted deeply but without greed as his hands drifted to her
waist and slipped underneath the fabric of her top.  She shuddered under
his touch as heat made her blood flow faster.

Robyn
fell into the kiss, dove into the warm embrace as desire and passion guided her
needs.  She gripped Andrew and kissed him back, hard, her hunger for him,
for his touch increasing but he brought his hands to her shoulders and broke
their kiss by holding her firmly and stepping back.

“There’s
no hurry.”  His voice was rich and deep.  It washed over her like
luxurious velvet as Andrew pushed her top up, his hands drifting firmly up her
sides.

Andrew forced
his breathing to calm as he pushed Robyn’s flimsy top up her curvaceous
body.  He’d told her that there was no hurry, but truthfully he was only
holding on by a thread.  He wanted nothing more than to strip her jeans
and panties off her and dive into her slick core.  He didn’t know what had
come over him.  He’d never felt such rampant need to take a woman before.

His
hands skimmed up her smooth creamy skin and his palms grazed the sides of her
breasts as they trailed upwards.  He moaned at the feel of her as he
pulled the top over her head and threw it behind her.  Christ she was
beautiful.  Her pale skin glowed even in the dim light, luscious and
waiting to be savoured and suckled.  Her ample breasts were covered in
black lace and he found himself desperate to touch and taste.  He wanted
to stare, to study, to touch, but he knew that his control was on the ragged
edge, so instead he circled behind her.  He let his hands glide over her
shoulders, his fingers kneading her soft skin and then he let his hands trail
down her spine to find the clasp to her bra.  With one swift flick the
black band loosened and he proceeded to slide the straps from her arms. 
Looking down upon her, over her shoulder, he gloried in the sight of her
perfect round orbs.  Robyn had pale round breasts that despite their size
resisted gravity in a pert upswing, setting her hard nipples pointing
forwards.  Andrew found his hands sweeping around to claim those twin orbs
before his mind fully thought of it.

Oh
she was soft, malleable,
real
, beneath his hands and
she moaned as he gently squeezed.  He liked her sensitivity and took both
of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezed and rolled them
to stiff peaks.  Robyn arched into his palms delighting him further. 
He ducked down to suckle and nibble on her neck whilst he did it again.

Oh, what was he
doing to her?  She felt like she was coming undone.  Each tweak of
her nipple and simultaneous bite of her neck sent such heavy shocks into her
core that she was certain she could orgasm from this touch alone.  She
could feel her sex becoming incredibly wet and she wanted him desperately.

Andrew
walked around to stand once again in front of her, coming full circle and this
time he studied and stared.  Robyn stood exposed to Andrew’s eyes and to
his touch.  No inch of her was spared in his slow quest to feel and taste,
and everywhere he moved, his warmth seeped and soaked into her body.  The
building desire was almost excruciating.

Andrew
dropped to his knees, his hands quickly undoing Robyn’s jeans and dragging them
down her legs to the floor.  Cupping her buttocks, he pulled her to him
and feasted on her stomach.  She was almost unaware when his hands drifted
down her legs taking her underwear with them, but when his fingers drew apart
her soft folds allowing his tongue to lick her, she cried out.