Pink Neon Dreams by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy Page A

job over you, bitch.   What more do you want?
    Forget
thought, she acted.   Cecily hurried back
outside and stopped short.   Daniel’s
chair stood empty and she thought he must’ve gone away.   She could imagine him creeping around to the
front and getting into his car, leaving without a word.   But she didn’t hear the engine and she would
have. “Daniel?” she said into the night.
    When
no response came, she stepped forward into the grass and peered into the unlit
corners of the yard.   Just as she turned
to fetch a flashlight from the house, a shadow detached from the darkness and
moved toward her.
    “I’m
over here,” Daniel said.
    Relief
flooded her brain and made her almost giddy.   Or maybe it was the wine but she rushed forward. “I thought you left,”
she cried and hugged him, relieved and happy.
    He
opened his arms and folded her against his chest. “No, but I thought you wanted
me to go.”
    “I
don’t.”
    “You’re
sure?”
    “Yes.   We need to talk and I’ve got questions I need
you to answer for me.”
    “I’ll
answer anything you want,” Daniel said. “Later.”
    “Later?”
    “Yeah,
right now I need to do this.”
    Tiny
tingles danced down her spine and through her body, delicious and heady as
Daniel kissed her.   His mouth touched
hers without the heated rush from before but with slow deliberation.   His lips wrapped around hers and caressed,
tender as a spring breeze, softer than brand new towels.   His lazy mouth teased and tempted, fanning
her inner fire into rampant flame.   He
didn’t hurry, just kissed as if time didn’t exist.  
    Until
now, Cecily viewed kissing as foreplay, as an intro to the main event. For the
first time in her life she relaxed and enjoyed the unhurried experience.   Sometimes he let his lips stray to kiss the
upraised palms of her hands or to wander along the sensitive skin of her
throat.   Daniel pressed his hot lips
against the soft spot at the base and kissed his way back up to her mouth.   On the way, he nipped with his teeth enough to
titillate her senses and to turn the blood running through her veins into one hundred proof liquor, potent and powerful.
    Although
he delivered a physical kiss and there was no doubt his body responded the same
way Cecily’s did, she swore to God Daniel also opened a portal into her
soul.   Although they’d shared confidences
earlier, told one another things neither usually spoke about, Daniel laid his
soul open bare.   He cut a virtual vein,
she thought, and transfused her with something so strong she couldn’t begin to
describe it.   She’d known his body, but
something in this kiss linked them in a different way and damn, she liked it.
    “Let’s
go inside,” Daniel said when he paused for breath. “Otherwise, I’ll take you
here, on the grass.”
    Do it and I won’t care or bitch.
Take me and use me and fill me.
    Her
body lacked willpower and her legs trembled.   In another few moments, she might topple like a tree struck by
lightning.   “Whatever,” she gasped and as
if he divined her weakness, Daniel scooped her into his powerful arms to carry
her inside. Caught by surprised, she held onto him with tight fists as he
cradled her against his chest.  
    He
strode through the small rooms with the measured tread of an invading army and
deposited her on her feet onto the bedroom floor.   Before his hands left her, he undid the
spaghetti straps holding her sundress in place, and it dropped to the floor
with a soft whoosh.   She hadn’t put on
anything under it and Daniel’s eyes lit at the sight of her nude body.  
    Cecily
stepped out of the sandals she wore and stood before him.   She reached out and grabbed his t-shirt,
jerked it over his head, and reached for his fly.   Swifter than her, he undid it first and
removed his jeans to show he wasn’t wearing any underwear either.   His cock, already swollen and engorged with
need, twitched with interest and without hesitation, Cecily