each other and leave. People hurt other people in the name of love. Whatever we have here can’t be love. It’s just two people wanting to give each other pleasure, nothing more. No commitments, no talk of love.”
She wasn’t sure she believed him, until she saw his grim look and recognized the tension in his body. He was wrong. She knew he was wrong. But she didn’t know how to tell him yet. He’d have to find it out for himself.
“Dear Rogan, I stopped planning on forever. Nobody can promise that. I’m not sure I want to talk about commitments either. As for love, I probably wouldn’t know love if it bit me on the foot.” She laughed lightly. “Hey, lighten up. This is your hired hand speaking, reporting for orders, Captain Rogan, sir.”
They stared at each other, both struggling to find their way back into the passion that still simmered.
“You told me I was desirable, Rogan. I very much need to feel desired. Please, tell me again.”
“I’m not sure that’s wise, Carolina. I think youneed me, and need is addictive. You’re very special, and I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”
“Rogan, you’re crazy! I may not have the experience you have, but I know that refusing to give yourself to me won’t take away my wanting you. Once want is acknowledged it doesn’t go away, does it?”
“Yes, eventually. But sometimes it takes a long time.”
“Time? Maybe time doesn’t matter. Maybe it’s the now that’s important to me.”
Rogan tightened the muscles in his arms, pulling her close. “I thought you said that you were cured.”
“The jury is still out, but they think so. Sometimes it takes a long time to know. Suppose they’re wrong. I think I don’t want to wait and see.” She extended her hand. “So if you really don’t mind making love to a bony woman with no curves and no hair, I’d like you to, Rogan. I’d like that very much.”
She took his hand and led him down the steps to the cabin. It didn’t matter that it was still light, that the bird squawked his disapproval, that the boat rolled and creaked as if a one-legged man were tap-dancing on the deck.
All Carolina’s reservations vanished when Rogan took her hand. She ached for this man with a yearning that went beyond any daydream or fantasy. Once she reached the bed, she stood hesitantly. She felt Rogan’s gaze on her, bathing her bare upper body in steady warmth. Removing her hand from his, she slid her panties down and kicked them across the floor. Then she did the same for his underwear.
At her touch Rogan felt his pulse quicken to a dangerous rate. He’d meant to give to Carolina, but she was giving to him. She’d found the courage to know what she wanted and to ask for it. There was no uncertainty, but rather a kind of proud confidence.
Rogan reached out, his fingertips touching her breast. He was rewarded with a soft moan and the visible puckering of the nipple.
“Oh, Rogan, that’s so nice. May I touch you too?”
“Not yet, darling. There’s time for that later.” He took her entire breast into his mouth and kissed it, softly.
Her head fell back and her eyes closed as she caught his arms and leaned away so that he could take what he wanted. His kisses felt like butterfly wings brushing against her breasts. She was glowing. All those years of loneliness and want dissolved away. Instinctively she pressed against Rogan and felt him stiffen in response.
She could feel her breasts swell. They weren’t small anymore. Rogan had made them beautiful. Like satin, she moved sensually against every part of him she could touch. She felt the roughness of his carpenter’s hands on her breasts, his body hair gently caressing her stomach, his maleness caught between them. “I didn’t know,” she whispered. “I never understood.”
This time it was Rogan who groaned. He was losing himself. His heartbeat thundered in his ears and his throat muscles were so tight that he could hardly draw air into his lungs.
She wasn’t sure she believed him, until she saw his grim look and recognized the tension in his body. He was wrong. She knew he was wrong. But she didn’t know how to tell him yet. He’d have to find it out for himself.
“Dear Rogan, I stopped planning on forever. Nobody can promise that. I’m not sure I want to talk about commitments either. As for love, I probably wouldn’t know love if it bit me on the foot.” She laughed lightly. “Hey, lighten up. This is your hired hand speaking, reporting for orders, Captain Rogan, sir.”
They stared at each other, both struggling to find their way back into the passion that still simmered.
“You told me I was desirable, Rogan. I very much need to feel desired. Please, tell me again.”
“I’m not sure that’s wise, Carolina. I think youneed me, and need is addictive. You’re very special, and I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”
“Rogan, you’re crazy! I may not have the experience you have, but I know that refusing to give yourself to me won’t take away my wanting you. Once want is acknowledged it doesn’t go away, does it?”
“Yes, eventually. But sometimes it takes a long time.”
“Time? Maybe time doesn’t matter. Maybe it’s the now that’s important to me.”
Rogan tightened the muscles in his arms, pulling her close. “I thought you said that you were cured.”
“The jury is still out, but they think so. Sometimes it takes a long time to know. Suppose they’re wrong. I think I don’t want to wait and see.” She extended her hand. “So if you really don’t mind making love to a bony woman with no curves and no hair, I’d like you to, Rogan. I’d like that very much.”
She took his hand and led him down the steps to the cabin. It didn’t matter that it was still light, that the bird squawked his disapproval, that the boat rolled and creaked as if a one-legged man were tap-dancing on the deck.
All Carolina’s reservations vanished when Rogan took her hand. She ached for this man with a yearning that went beyond any daydream or fantasy. Once she reached the bed, she stood hesitantly. She felt Rogan’s gaze on her, bathing her bare upper body in steady warmth. Removing her hand from his, she slid her panties down and kicked them across the floor. Then she did the same for his underwear.
At her touch Rogan felt his pulse quicken to a dangerous rate. He’d meant to give to Carolina, but she was giving to him. She’d found the courage to know what she wanted and to ask for it. There was no uncertainty, but rather a kind of proud confidence.
Rogan reached out, his fingertips touching her breast. He was rewarded with a soft moan and the visible puckering of the nipple.
“Oh, Rogan, that’s so nice. May I touch you too?”
“Not yet, darling. There’s time for that later.” He took her entire breast into his mouth and kissed it, softly.
Her head fell back and her eyes closed as she caught his arms and leaned away so that he could take what he wanted. His kisses felt like butterfly wings brushing against her breasts. She was glowing. All those years of loneliness and want dissolved away. Instinctively she pressed against Rogan and felt him stiffen in response.
She could feel her breasts swell. They weren’t small anymore. Rogan had made them beautiful. Like satin, she moved sensually against every part of him she could touch. She felt the roughness of his carpenter’s hands on her breasts, his body hair gently caressing her stomach, his maleness caught between them. “I didn’t know,” she whispered. “I never understood.”
This time it was Rogan who groaned. He was losing himself. His heartbeat thundered in his ears and his throat muscles were so tight that he could hardly draw air into his lungs.
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