ago,
they’d been knee-deep in seating plans and colour schemes for the wedding.
Three months ago, he’d run away and joined the Army. She could only deduce that
living in a desert battle zone was preferable to marrying her. It hurt. She’d
been through anger, grief and revenge; surely she was inching closer to
acceptance now?
As she turned
her pillow over, again, she concluded that no, she wasn’t over him yet. It
didn’t help that Rob had been the best lover she’d had and, as such, was doubly
difficult to replace.
She closed
her eyes, pretending once more that he lay behind her, spooned against her.
Sleep lurked, waiting on the fringes to move in. A gentle hand curled around
her breast, and she sighed, relaxing, softening under the touch. It felt so
real. She could pretend she was no longer alone in bed. Hot breath on the back
of her neck soothed her. Warm, soft lips nuzzled the tender spot behind her
ear, and she was lost.
***
“You're chirpy
this morning. Was it a good séance last night?”
Summer paused as
she worked and glanced up at her friend and business associate, Lisa.
“You're singing
to yourself.” Lisa slipped one arm around Summer’s shoulders in a quick hug.
“It's nice to see you getting over that jerk.”
Had she been singing?
She did feel more cheerful though and she smiled at her friend. “The séance was
long, but the guy came through eventually.” An image of inky black hair and
dark blue eyes tugged at her memory. “Would you believe, this cowboy appeared
too? I mean, really appeared. We all saw him.” His voice reminded her of the
pan of chocolate melting on the stove, and she stirred the mixture, examining
the consistency.
“A cowboy? In
backstreet Manchester? Was he going to a fancy dress party or something when he
died? Poor sod.”
“He looked
real.”
Lisa giggled as
she went to serve a customer, leaving Summer to her work. Creating quality
handmade confectionary had been her dream job for years, but until her little
shop became established, the séances were a lucrative sideline. Last night had
been a success for Alice and would hopefully generate some more appointments.
Snapping back to
the job at hand, she lifted the spoon and watched as the drips splashed back
into the vat. The words ‘poor sod’ in no way described the rather luscious Jack
McKane. She wondered if he'd liked chocolate when he was alive. How would it
feel to smear melted ganache across those fine lips and then kiss it off again?
Her nipples tingled at the image. She swiped her index finger across the back of
the spoon and raised it to her mouth.
Dark, sultry and
sweet. Just like her cowboy.
Chapter 5 – Teasing
Summer lay in
bed with her eyes closed, waiting for the moment when she'd tumble over the
edge. And there it was. The instant she felt a hard, warm body snuggled against
her back, she knew she was sleeping. One large, slightly calloused hand splayed
across her bare stomach, and she trembled with anticipation. Hot breath
feathered along her neck. She couldn't hold back a whimper. A deep male chuckle
rumbled against her back. Dream-Rob was even better than Real-Rob.
She felt her
hair being moved, the heavy curtain lifted and soft lips pressing a series of
tiny kisses on the delicate skin beneath. Fingers brushed across her hip bone,
smoothed down the cheek of her ass and skirted along the inside of her thigh,
teasing all the way. She groaned and squirmed, pushing back and thrilling at
the sensation of his cock digging into butt cheek. She was ready, but he still
wanted to play. Rob never used to be such a tease.
“Now,” she
whispered. He ignored her. She grabbed his wandering hand and placed it
directly over her pussy, groaning at the touch and half mad with desire. In a
heartbeat, he flipped their hands the other way round so that it was her
fingers underneath, and his in charge. He trapped her hand, holding it still a
moment longer, then guided them both lower, to glide across
they’d been knee-deep in seating plans and colour schemes for the wedding.
Three months ago, he’d run away and joined the Army. She could only deduce that
living in a desert battle zone was preferable to marrying her. It hurt. She’d
been through anger, grief and revenge; surely she was inching closer to
acceptance now?
As she turned
her pillow over, again, she concluded that no, she wasn’t over him yet. It
didn’t help that Rob had been the best lover she’d had and, as such, was doubly
difficult to replace.
She closed
her eyes, pretending once more that he lay behind her, spooned against her.
Sleep lurked, waiting on the fringes to move in. A gentle hand curled around
her breast, and she sighed, relaxing, softening under the touch. It felt so
real. She could pretend she was no longer alone in bed. Hot breath on the back
of her neck soothed her. Warm, soft lips nuzzled the tender spot behind her
ear, and she was lost.
***
“You're chirpy
this morning. Was it a good séance last night?”
Summer paused as
she worked and glanced up at her friend and business associate, Lisa.
“You're singing
to yourself.” Lisa slipped one arm around Summer’s shoulders in a quick hug.
“It's nice to see you getting over that jerk.”
Had she been singing?
She did feel more cheerful though and she smiled at her friend. “The séance was
long, but the guy came through eventually.” An image of inky black hair and
dark blue eyes tugged at her memory. “Would you believe, this cowboy appeared
too? I mean, really appeared. We all saw him.” His voice reminded her of the
pan of chocolate melting on the stove, and she stirred the mixture, examining
the consistency.
“A cowboy? In
backstreet Manchester? Was he going to a fancy dress party or something when he
died? Poor sod.”
“He looked
real.”
Lisa giggled as
she went to serve a customer, leaving Summer to her work. Creating quality
handmade confectionary had been her dream job for years, but until her little
shop became established, the séances were a lucrative sideline. Last night had
been a success for Alice and would hopefully generate some more appointments.
Snapping back to
the job at hand, she lifted the spoon and watched as the drips splashed back
into the vat. The words ‘poor sod’ in no way described the rather luscious Jack
McKane. She wondered if he'd liked chocolate when he was alive. How would it
feel to smear melted ganache across those fine lips and then kiss it off again?
Her nipples tingled at the image. She swiped her index finger across the back of
the spoon and raised it to her mouth.
Dark, sultry and
sweet. Just like her cowboy.
Chapter 5 – Teasing
Summer lay in
bed with her eyes closed, waiting for the moment when she'd tumble over the
edge. And there it was. The instant she felt a hard, warm body snuggled against
her back, she knew she was sleeping. One large, slightly calloused hand splayed
across her bare stomach, and she trembled with anticipation. Hot breath
feathered along her neck. She couldn't hold back a whimper. A deep male chuckle
rumbled against her back. Dream-Rob was even better than Real-Rob.
She felt her
hair being moved, the heavy curtain lifted and soft lips pressing a series of
tiny kisses on the delicate skin beneath. Fingers brushed across her hip bone,
smoothed down the cheek of her ass and skirted along the inside of her thigh,
teasing all the way. She groaned and squirmed, pushing back and thrilling at
the sensation of his cock digging into butt cheek. She was ready, but he still
wanted to play. Rob never used to be such a tease.
“Now,” she
whispered. He ignored her. She grabbed his wandering hand and placed it
directly over her pussy, groaning at the touch and half mad with desire. In a
heartbeat, he flipped their hands the other way round so that it was her
fingers underneath, and his in charge. He trapped her hand, holding it still a
moment longer, then guided them both lower, to glide across
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