to ask about her.
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Chapter Four
FOR MORE than a week, her singing was forbidden. She was able to talk after her throat cleared, almost seven days later, but the doctor thought singing would be too much of a strain on her vocal cords yet.
When the doctor said she could talk, she found the silence was hard to break. There really wasn’t much to talk about. The questions Ethan put to her about herself, she didn’t want to answer. He found himself the only one being frustrated, seeing a satisfied look on her face.
When she was given the go ahead to sing again, but in moderation, she sat alone in her bedroom. If she found it a bit rusty, she could tone it up. But she didn’t want an audience for that, not even Ethan.
After nearly two weeks of public silence, she asked if he wanted her to sing during the evening meals again. She felt confident that she was up to a complete audience. Ethan sat on the couch beside her in his sitting room, listening as she sang a few songs for him. With a gleam in his eyes, the man beside her agreed, telling her it was the second thing he wanted most.
"Although you are very patient, Ethan, you are also very persistent. I feel I’ve been tolerant of your suggestions and advances." Jenà had set her guitar on the floor, leaning on the side the couch, while she spoke, then turned slightly, to face him.
"Tolerant?" His arms around her brought her lips to his. Her response invited him to continue. Gently pushing her down, he lay his upper body on hers, no fight did he feel from her. Raising his head, he grinned as he looked into her blue eyes. "If that is tolerance, Jenà, I can’t wait to see how tolerant you are in my bed."
"I wasn’t finished with what I was saying." Nor would she get the chance as she accepted a deeper, more searching kiss. Her hands went lower on his back, lifting the shirt he wore, finding more excitement as she felt the warm skin with her fingers.
Pulling from her, he sat up. "I believe the doctor ordered a bit too much rest for you." He wanted to control himself, as it was too close to dinner time. "If you intend to sing, you’ve just enough time to change. Personally I don’t see what one more evening skipped would hurt." His lips brushed hers, then he couldn’t seem to get enough.
"Who wants to sing?" Her voice held the huskiness with the feelings she didn’t try to hide any more.
"Are you teasing me again, Jenà?" He knew she wasn’t, but he felt she would back away from him again if he were to pursue what she was offering.
"I’m always teasing." She stood, taking a few steps away from him. "You know how I feel, Ethan. You make me lose control. But I always seem to find it again, at the right time." She voiced the thoughts he’d had. "I’m not ready for what you want from me. We don’t love each other. Not the right way. Do we?" Her hands now rested on the ones that had come around her.
"I think we’re close, Jenà." He whispered in her ear. "We both know how much I care about you, how much I want you."
"But it just isn’t there." Walking out of his arms, she went into her room, closing the door between them, locking it.
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THE DINING area seemed over crowded as she sat on her tall stool near the back of the room. For the first time she could ever remember, her stomach was tied in knots as her fingers began playing the music. Her eyes were on him, probably sending the message her mind was thinking.
She continued singing as the guests slowly left the room. Though she remembered how angry he had been before, that wasn’t the thing that kept her this time.
Ethan remained at the head table, sitting back, his legs stretched out under the table, relaxed in his chair. Jenà changed her type of songs she sang for over an hour, to the softer ones, the words telling him she thought she was falling in love with him. She didn’t know if he understood what she was saying.
As the tables were being cleared, he continued watching her, soaking
<<<< jc >>>>
Chapter Four
FOR MORE than a week, her singing was forbidden. She was able to talk after her throat cleared, almost seven days later, but the doctor thought singing would be too much of a strain on her vocal cords yet.
When the doctor said she could talk, she found the silence was hard to break. There really wasn’t much to talk about. The questions Ethan put to her about herself, she didn’t want to answer. He found himself the only one being frustrated, seeing a satisfied look on her face.
When she was given the go ahead to sing again, but in moderation, she sat alone in her bedroom. If she found it a bit rusty, she could tone it up. But she didn’t want an audience for that, not even Ethan.
After nearly two weeks of public silence, she asked if he wanted her to sing during the evening meals again. She felt confident that she was up to a complete audience. Ethan sat on the couch beside her in his sitting room, listening as she sang a few songs for him. With a gleam in his eyes, the man beside her agreed, telling her it was the second thing he wanted most.
"Although you are very patient, Ethan, you are also very persistent. I feel I’ve been tolerant of your suggestions and advances." Jenà had set her guitar on the floor, leaning on the side the couch, while she spoke, then turned slightly, to face him.
"Tolerant?" His arms around her brought her lips to his. Her response invited him to continue. Gently pushing her down, he lay his upper body on hers, no fight did he feel from her. Raising his head, he grinned as he looked into her blue eyes. "If that is tolerance, Jenà, I can’t wait to see how tolerant you are in my bed."
"I wasn’t finished with what I was saying." Nor would she get the chance as she accepted a deeper, more searching kiss. Her hands went lower on his back, lifting the shirt he wore, finding more excitement as she felt the warm skin with her fingers.
Pulling from her, he sat up. "I believe the doctor ordered a bit too much rest for you." He wanted to control himself, as it was too close to dinner time. "If you intend to sing, you’ve just enough time to change. Personally I don’t see what one more evening skipped would hurt." His lips brushed hers, then he couldn’t seem to get enough.
"Who wants to sing?" Her voice held the huskiness with the feelings she didn’t try to hide any more.
"Are you teasing me again, Jenà?" He knew she wasn’t, but he felt she would back away from him again if he were to pursue what she was offering.
"I’m always teasing." She stood, taking a few steps away from him. "You know how I feel, Ethan. You make me lose control. But I always seem to find it again, at the right time." She voiced the thoughts he’d had. "I’m not ready for what you want from me. We don’t love each other. Not the right way. Do we?" Her hands now rested on the ones that had come around her.
"I think we’re close, Jenà." He whispered in her ear. "We both know how much I care about you, how much I want you."
"But it just isn’t there." Walking out of his arms, she went into her room, closing the door between them, locking it.
<<<< >>>>
THE DINING area seemed over crowded as she sat on her tall stool near the back of the room. For the first time she could ever remember, her stomach was tied in knots as her fingers began playing the music. Her eyes were on him, probably sending the message her mind was thinking.
She continued singing as the guests slowly left the room. Though she remembered how angry he had been before, that wasn’t the thing that kept her this time.
Ethan remained at the head table, sitting back, his legs stretched out under the table, relaxed in his chair. Jenà changed her type of songs she sang for over an hour, to the softer ones, the words telling him she thought she was falling in love with him. She didn’t know if he understood what she was saying.
As the tables were being cleared, he continued watching her, soaking
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