regret. He moved slowly to the bed, and he reached down, grasping both her shoulders and pulling him closer.
Before Sonny could react, she was just inches from his face, and his kissed her on the lips. She felt the raw emotion in him. Sonny's mind was whirling about, and this moment could go on forever.
For the instant she felt safe in Michaels arms. But, she could not succumb to this kiss that held such promise. Her heart was full of unspoken words and love that only Michael could unleash.
The ringing of her cell phone startled her and she broke away, reaching for it.
She listened for a moment, then put it back on the table. "Will needs you come back down" she said, her words coming slowly. "He has to leave"
Michael's broad chest rose and fell with breathing that seemed heavy, He looked at her through dark eyes filled with passion, He suddenly cupped her face in his rough hands and kissed her lightly on the tip of her nose.
"Michael..,stop" she protested weakly.
"I never take what doesn't belong to me" he said softly.
Sonny had expected him to pursue the intense kiss that had experienced just moments before.
Instead, he picked up the comforter and laid it on her bed. Her heart was beating unevenly and she watched him walk away. The room felt cold now and empty. Michael had left was a resigned look in his eyes that she had never before seen. That frightened her and she wondered why. She was anxious to get her life back together and very little was left on her contract. Why didn't that thought ease her mind? What was it about Michael that filled her head with indecision and confusion?
Michael could still feel the softness of her skin and her mouth. Those moments had made everything about their arranged time together feel unimportant. She was filled with the same passion and attraction that he felt, and in any other circumstance with any other woman, he would have pursued the opportunity. Sonny was different. There was no mistaking that she wanted him as much as he wanted her, but not for the moment. He needed to feel her love and that was something that was not going to happen. Pierre was in town and he had lost her to the Frenchman.
When Michael reach the barns, his father walked over and then smiled, a little twinkle in his eyes.
"So, how are things going with you two?" he asked.
"I'll be glad when it is over and she leaves".
"You were taught not to lie to your father, son/'
"This situation is near to impossible, Dad. She has her own life and we can't expect her to step in and make ours her home. It will never happen/'
"Horsemen learn to be steadfast, No hurdle is to big, and maybe there are down times here and there, but it always works out for the best."
"So, you realize we will be forced to come up with the money to buy her out?"
"Now, did I say that?" Will smiled, then walked past Michael, whistling a familiar tune.
Will O'Brien was a quiet man, going about his work with a steadiness that Michael had always admired.
He knew his father had not taken this arrangement with much seriousness. Will had said many times that watching Sonny grow into her boots was something short of a miracle. Even he had thought that her interest were elsewhere and that she might possibly give up early. Michael had seen those same moments his father had and knew that beneath that stubborn, spoiled exterior there beat a kind heart.
For some reason, over the years, Michael had never questioned J.B Mead about his choice of keeping Sonny away at school. He only knew that he looked forward to some holidays and summer vacation when she returned. Even though she was aloof and not willing to come down to the stalls, he would find her watching from afar. She had been a vision that filled his mind. Although he was four years older, he felt she could be pretty remarkable, if she could ever realize just what a wonderful world the Thoroughbreds provided.
Sonny had been given the opportunity to learn, and there were moments of great
Before Sonny could react, she was just inches from his face, and his kissed her on the lips. She felt the raw emotion in him. Sonny's mind was whirling about, and this moment could go on forever.
For the instant she felt safe in Michaels arms. But, she could not succumb to this kiss that held such promise. Her heart was full of unspoken words and love that only Michael could unleash.
The ringing of her cell phone startled her and she broke away, reaching for it.
She listened for a moment, then put it back on the table. "Will needs you come back down" she said, her words coming slowly. "He has to leave"
Michael's broad chest rose and fell with breathing that seemed heavy, He looked at her through dark eyes filled with passion, He suddenly cupped her face in his rough hands and kissed her lightly on the tip of her nose.
"Michael..,stop" she protested weakly.
"I never take what doesn't belong to me" he said softly.
Sonny had expected him to pursue the intense kiss that had experienced just moments before.
Instead, he picked up the comforter and laid it on her bed. Her heart was beating unevenly and she watched him walk away. The room felt cold now and empty. Michael had left was a resigned look in his eyes that she had never before seen. That frightened her and she wondered why. She was anxious to get her life back together and very little was left on her contract. Why didn't that thought ease her mind? What was it about Michael that filled her head with indecision and confusion?
Michael could still feel the softness of her skin and her mouth. Those moments had made everything about their arranged time together feel unimportant. She was filled with the same passion and attraction that he felt, and in any other circumstance with any other woman, he would have pursued the opportunity. Sonny was different. There was no mistaking that she wanted him as much as he wanted her, but not for the moment. He needed to feel her love and that was something that was not going to happen. Pierre was in town and he had lost her to the Frenchman.
When Michael reach the barns, his father walked over and then smiled, a little twinkle in his eyes.
"So, how are things going with you two?" he asked.
"I'll be glad when it is over and she leaves".
"You were taught not to lie to your father, son/'
"This situation is near to impossible, Dad. She has her own life and we can't expect her to step in and make ours her home. It will never happen/'
"Horsemen learn to be steadfast, No hurdle is to big, and maybe there are down times here and there, but it always works out for the best."
"So, you realize we will be forced to come up with the money to buy her out?"
"Now, did I say that?" Will smiled, then walked past Michael, whistling a familiar tune.
Will O'Brien was a quiet man, going about his work with a steadiness that Michael had always admired.
He knew his father had not taken this arrangement with much seriousness. Will had said many times that watching Sonny grow into her boots was something short of a miracle. Even he had thought that her interest were elsewhere and that she might possibly give up early. Michael had seen those same moments his father had and knew that beneath that stubborn, spoiled exterior there beat a kind heart.
For some reason, over the years, Michael had never questioned J.B Mead about his choice of keeping Sonny away at school. He only knew that he looked forward to some holidays and summer vacation when she returned. Even though she was aloof and not willing to come down to the stalls, he would find her watching from afar. She had been a vision that filled his mind. Although he was four years older, he felt she could be pretty remarkable, if she could ever realize just what a wonderful world the Thoroughbreds provided.
Sonny had been given the opportunity to learn, and there were moments of great
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