"You're amazing," he said.
"I am?"
"You came here sad, and now you're worried about a stranger's unhappiness. That's a rare quality." He gave her a long look. "I came looking for happiness."
"Have you found it?"
"At this moment, I think so."
His voice caressed her ears, insinuated itself into her brain, and made its warm way down to her insides where she felt a little engine start to heat up. Sissy's heart pounded. She hadn't felt this way since her first dates with Ed.
Alistair in his elegant navy blazer made her think of yachts and oceans and freedom. Oh to sail away...
She lifted her face again and he brought his mouth down on hers. She snaked her arms around him, and he pulled her to him. The embrace grew tight, the kiss intimate. In that instant, Sissy Whitboro could have done anything with this stranger. The feel of him against her made the pain go away. The sudden desire within her drove out the anger and made her forget the terrible things she had found by accident. She had felt like such a fool on the phone, insisting that her husband was a member of the racquet club. But this man didn't make her feel like a fool, he had said she was amazing.
He ran his hands over her back, she drove her fingers through his hair. He was hard and she suddenly wanted to reach down for him. She wanted to lie beneath the stars and open herself to him. She had never been with
another man. It felt delicious and sexy and wonderful, and her head was filled with wine.
He drew back for a moment, looking at her with sea-colored eyes, a question in them. "Yes," she whispered, feeling so warm she wondered if summer had suddenly come to the desert.
Taking her hand, he led her from the bridge and through the trees where they came upon a tiny clearing, completely private, with a carpet of cool grass. The heat built in Sissy. It occurred to her she was out of control, but a hunger deeper than common sense had taken over. When Alistair laid her on the grass, she pulled him down onto her. She kissed him as if she were starving. His hands found her bare skin and caressed, teased. New hands. Another man's hands. And the feeling of them drove her mad.
She opened his shirt, he unbuttoned her blouse. He lifted her skirt and she unzipped his pants. They did not get all the way undressed, which made the act all the more erotic for Sissy—as if their bodies met only at the crucial points, all else being superfluous. His penis felt strange in her hand, but good too. And when she felt him explore inside her, it too felt strange, but exciting beyond belief. In that moment she wanted nothing more in the world than to feel him inside her, filling her, and smothering her mouth with his electric kisses.
She guided him into her and held tight as he moved with a steady rhythm. Her eyes shut against the moon and stars, trees and wind, so that she went deep inside herself to that delicious spot where Alistair was stoking a fire so hot she thought she would burst into flame.
The orgasm caught her by surprise. Her eyes flew open, she looked at him, his eyes watching her, and she said, "Yes yes yes," holding tighter as the delicious wave began to grow. Oh my God, she thought as the pleasure crested and broke and a sound that could not have come from Mrs. Sissy Whitboro exploded from her throat.
When the paroxysms subsided, Sissy was aware of the grass, the breeze, her exposed breasts, her parted legs. And Alistair smiling at her in a gentle, mysterious way. And then reality hit. My God, she thought in shock. What have I done?
CHAPTER TEN
A RE YOU SAYING , D R. K APLAN, THAT HUMANS ARE BY nature promiscuous?"
Ophelia tried to hide her irritation. She had been invited on the TV talk show to discuss her book, not her theories on human mating practices. "Well, John," she said, "archaeological evidence shows that our cave dwelling
"I am?"
"You came here sad, and now you're worried about a stranger's unhappiness. That's a rare quality." He gave her a long look. "I came looking for happiness."
"Have you found it?"
"At this moment, I think so."
His voice caressed her ears, insinuated itself into her brain, and made its warm way down to her insides where she felt a little engine start to heat up. Sissy's heart pounded. She hadn't felt this way since her first dates with Ed.
Alistair in his elegant navy blazer made her think of yachts and oceans and freedom. Oh to sail away...
She lifted her face again and he brought his mouth down on hers. She snaked her arms around him, and he pulled her to him. The embrace grew tight, the kiss intimate. In that instant, Sissy Whitboro could have done anything with this stranger. The feel of him against her made the pain go away. The sudden desire within her drove out the anger and made her forget the terrible things she had found by accident. She had felt like such a fool on the phone, insisting that her husband was a member of the racquet club. But this man didn't make her feel like a fool, he had said she was amazing.
He ran his hands over her back, she drove her fingers through his hair. He was hard and she suddenly wanted to reach down for him. She wanted to lie beneath the stars and open herself to him. She had never been with
another man. It felt delicious and sexy and wonderful, and her head was filled with wine.
He drew back for a moment, looking at her with sea-colored eyes, a question in them. "Yes," she whispered, feeling so warm she wondered if summer had suddenly come to the desert.
Taking her hand, he led her from the bridge and through the trees where they came upon a tiny clearing, completely private, with a carpet of cool grass. The heat built in Sissy. It occurred to her she was out of control, but a hunger deeper than common sense had taken over. When Alistair laid her on the grass, she pulled him down onto her. She kissed him as if she were starving. His hands found her bare skin and caressed, teased. New hands. Another man's hands. And the feeling of them drove her mad.
She opened his shirt, he unbuttoned her blouse. He lifted her skirt and she unzipped his pants. They did not get all the way undressed, which made the act all the more erotic for Sissy—as if their bodies met only at the crucial points, all else being superfluous. His penis felt strange in her hand, but good too. And when she felt him explore inside her, it too felt strange, but exciting beyond belief. In that moment she wanted nothing more in the world than to feel him inside her, filling her, and smothering her mouth with his electric kisses.
She guided him into her and held tight as he moved with a steady rhythm. Her eyes shut against the moon and stars, trees and wind, so that she went deep inside herself to that delicious spot where Alistair was stoking a fire so hot she thought she would burst into flame.
The orgasm caught her by surprise. Her eyes flew open, she looked at him, his eyes watching her, and she said, "Yes yes yes," holding tighter as the delicious wave began to grow. Oh my God, she thought as the pleasure crested and broke and a sound that could not have come from Mrs. Sissy Whitboro exploded from her throat.
When the paroxysms subsided, Sissy was aware of the grass, the breeze, her exposed breasts, her parted legs. And Alistair smiling at her in a gentle, mysterious way. And then reality hit. My God, she thought in shock. What have I done?
CHAPTER TEN
A RE YOU SAYING , D R. K APLAN, THAT HUMANS ARE BY nature promiscuous?"
Ophelia tried to hide her irritation. She had been invited on the TV talk show to discuss her book, not her theories on human mating practices. "Well, John," she said, "archaeological evidence shows that our cave dwelling
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