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Destiny stepped out of her borrowed room and looked around. She didn’t know why she considered the room as borrowed she’d been coming to this place for as long as she could remember. It was more like a home away from home. Maybe it just felt different now that she felt different. She noticed that the cabin had been transformed. Justin had set the table with the good china. There were candles lit in the center of the table casting his shadow on the wall behind him. Music was soft and romantic, and he’d built a fire in the fireplace. She wasn’t sure when or why her feelings for Justin had changed, but looking at everything he’d done she wondered if his feelings had changed about her too.
“Everything looks so beautiful. If I didn’t know any better, Justin Daniel Ambere, I’d swear that you were trying to seduce me.” And oh how she hoped he was.
“Are you going to bed?” he asked staring at her silk robe as he moved to stand next to her. “It’s a good thing I know you better, Destiny Marie Bennett, or I’d swear that you were the one trying to seduce me.”
“I just thought I’d get comfortable since we aren’t going anywhere and no one is about to show up here.” She smiled as a slow song began to play over the speakers, filling the cabin with its soft beat.
“Would it be all right if we danced?” she questioned, trying to change the subject. She wanted him and she would try to seduce him if she only knew how.
She hadn’t even been out on a real date, much less had sex. How would Justin feel to find out she was still a virgin and didn’t know the first thing about making love? She also wondered what he’d think if he knew she was completely naked beneath her robe. When she put it on she was hoping he’d take the initiative and show her just what it was she was missing. How would he feel to know she’d been saving herself for him and this moment?
Justin stepped closer to her, she felt a tingle race up her arm as he took her hand into his larger one and gently kiss it.
“I’d love to dance with you.” He pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.
Could he feel her nipples harden at the contact with his warm chest? Destiny didn’t know what had come over her when she’d packed for this weekend trip and now she had the strongest urge to touch him, so she did it before she lost her nerve and changed her mind.
She caressed his smooth jawline and then ran her finger across his soft pink lips. She studied his face for a reaction as they danced. The blue of his eyes stood out bright against his tanned face. His smile was warm and welcoming to her touch. His physique was so lean and muscular. She’d noticed that in high school. It felt wonderful to be held in his arms at last.
His shirt was halfway unbuttoned showing the dusting of hair that covered his chest. She could see that it was a shade darker than the tawny color of the hair on his head. She wanted so badly to caress her fingers through it. She wanted to know what it would feel like against the palm of her hand, through her fingers, would it be soft or coarse?
She wanted to be brave at least once in her life and actually do something she really wanted instead of being that shy girl that didn’t dare do anything. Before she could change her mind she ran the finger of one hand slowly across his strong, manly torso while her other hand played with the hair at the nape of his neck. She unbuttoned the rest of his shirt wanting the feel of his flesh against hers as he held her in his arms.
Justin moaned, making his chest rumble beneath her hand. She caressed his chest all the way down to the top of his tight jeans. She wanted to feel all of him. She was so absorbed in the feel of his body and was a little shocked when he bent slowly and pressed his mouth over hers. The kiss was brief but staggering. She had to catch her breath before he knew she’d lost it.
“Happy Birthday Des,” he whispered, his breath caressing her lips tenderly.
“Do you want me, Justin?” she questioned softly, looking up at him. She just needed to know what was going on inside of him for him to do all of this for her.
“I want you more than anything right now.”
That was exactly the answer she wanted to hear.
Melinda's Music
Melinda Basile has spent five years trapped inside LeVanpir Theatre, a place that devours childhood and silences the outside world. Haunted by dreams of the pale guardian who once comforted her, she clings to the memory of the man who saved her after her mother’s death—until a hidden door reveals he is no dream at all. Julian lives beneath the theatre in chambers steeped in ancient sorrow, and his presence shatters everything she thought she understood about her past. As memories resurface and the truth coils tighter around her, Melinda is forced to confront the darkness that has followed her since childhood. But the deeper she descends, the more she realizes she may not be escaping a nightmare—she may be stepping into the one she was always meant for.
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In Emily's Room
“Hello,” she said walking up to him. He was even sexier than she’d first thought.
“Em,” he cocked his head and stared at her funny, he also looked a bit confused.
“No, sorry. My name is Brenna, but everyone calls me Bre. My family is moving into this old place once it gets fixed up. Do you live around here somewhere?” She wondered if he was one of those distant neighbors, or at least one of their sons. He looked to be about the same age as she was. He had long black wavy hair that was tied at the nape and she noticed that he had beautiful brown eyes. Damn he was hot.
“Yes, I live very near here.” he held his hand out. “It’s nice to meet you, Bre. My name is Morgan.”
“It’s nice to meet you as well.” She offered her hand. He pulled her hand to his sexy pink lips and kissed the top of it.
She almost wanted to sigh but caught herself.
“Won’t you please sit down?” he moved over giving her room to sit.
Bre nodded her head smiling as she took a seat next to him. She could feel the warmth coming off his body so near hers. The scent of him was intoxicating all clean and earthy and all man. She liked it. He didn’t wear too much cologne like a lot of men she’d met. She liked the basics. That meant he was more like her.
Hell, she might like living here after all, especially if it meant living near a guy as sexy as this one. She wondered if there were others around here just as sexy. And here she’d thought moving way out here she’d be a bit bored. She liked going to clubs and dancing. She had a bit of a wild side to her that her family didn’t know about. She could include this guy in a night out at the club. Wouldn’t her friends be jealous?
“So, Morgan, how long have you lived here?”
“My entire existence.”
Okay so he spoke strangely but the deep baritone of his voice was soothing to her soul. For some reason she was drawn to this strange man more than she’d been to any others. She wondered if he had a girlfriend since he’d called her Em. Had he been waiting here for her when Bre showed up instead? It was dark so maybe he’d made the mistake of thinking she was this Em. She already felt jealous of the woman.
“Were you waiting for someone?”
“Not really. I think I was just dreaming.”
“You called me Em. Is that your girlfriend?” God, let him say no and that he doesn’t have a girlfriend. She wanted to get to know more about this guy and she wouldn’t be able to do that if he had a girlfriend or wife.
“She was, but I’m afraid she died a long time ago.” He looked down at his hands in that moment.
“I’m sorry for your loss.” Was she really? Didn’t that mean that he was free, or did it mean that he’d already gotten another girlfriend and she just reminded him of the dead one.
“It’s okay. You remind me of Em. She was very beautiful just like you.” He looked over at her with those sexy eyes and a smile on his face.
“Was she?” she felt heat rise to her face. She’d never been embarrassed before and didn’t know why she was now. She didn’t want to be compared to some dead girl, but at least he thought she was beautiful.
“Yes, she had dark hair just like yours and actually the same green eyes.” He touched her hair and then caressed his hand down her face.
Bre leaned into him enjoying his touch. He put his finger beneath her chin and turned her to face him then leaned in to kiss her. The only thing she hoped for was that he wasn’t thinking of the dead girl while kissing her. But then again, she really didn’t care, the kiss felt that good.
His breath was warm on her face, and his pink lips were so gentle and soft on hers. She opened her mouth to him as he deepened the kiss. She moaned as his tongue filled her mouth. The sweetness of his kiss was unbelievable. The next thing she knew they were tugging at each other’s clothes wanting to get closer to each other. They couldn’t get each other’s clothes off fast enough. Then they were laying on the picnic table he positioned her on top. She stared down into his face as he pushed into her, and they both groaned out as he filled her completely. She leaned up placing her hands on his broad chest for support as she stared into his eyes. It felt right with him buried deep into her.
His hands moved to her waist helping her move over him. She ground on him as he moved her hips back and forth with his strong hands. She couldn’t believe she was so close to oblivion in such a brief time and with a total stranger who’d made her feel better than any man she’d ever been with so far. What was wrong with her? She’d never done such a thing before. She knew it was wrong but damn it felt so right with him.
She cried out digging her nails into him, his hands tightened on her holding her immobile as his warm seed filled her, he roared out and she was almost afraid her family would hear or see them. Why she hadn’t thought of that before now, she had no idea.
How had she gone from meeting someone to having sex with them in the matter of a few minutes? What the hell was wrong with her? She asked once again.
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