palatable.
He took my free hand in his and led me to the couch, where we both sat. I situated myself sideways to face him and drew my feet up underneath myself.
“It was an airplane crash. My dad was a pilot. Small aircraft. They were flying up in Alaska for their anniversary and the plane went down. The mayday tapes mentioned engine trouble.”
“God, I’m so sorry.” I placed a hand on his thigh.
He took a drink of wine and hung his head. “They were good people, like my grandpa. They lived good lives. I’m glad for that.”
He set his hand on top of mine and we sat quietly while staring at the fire. The sun was setting in earnest.
“How’d you find out about the baby?” I asked, breaking the silence.
“I went over to the hospital to ask about her. There was a news crew there. I guess I just felt a need to check on the little one.”
“I was thinking,” I said after taking a drink of the wine. “If you would have gotten to the baby first, instead of me, maybe she would have lived.”
“You know who lives and who dies isn’t in our control, Hattie.”
I looked down at my lap and nodded. “But she was just a tiny baby. What am I in this world? Just some…nobody.”
“No, never say that. You’re so much more than you think.”
I finished my wine in one long drink, the warming sensation it left going down my throat a bit unnerving. Saul held his arms out to signal me closer, and I leaned over so that he could hold me. His arm around me was heavy and warm. I yawned, feeling the wine begin to weave its wicked little grip around me.
“Is it okay if I stay tonight?”
“More than okay. If it were up to me I might just keep you around for a long time.”
He moved a bit so that he could easily lean down to kiss me. His lips felt hot on mine and his kiss tasted of sweet wine.
“I’m sorry you had to hear about the baby like you did,” he breathed. “But even more than that, I’m sorry you’re hurting so much.”
Before I could respond his mouth found mine once again and he kissed me with passion. His hands gently slid my sweater down over my shoulders and as our kissing mutually deepened, I shrugged the sweater off. His hands were gentle in discovering my bare skin, as my layered tank tops did little to cover much of me. Not meaning to, I whimpered into him as he moved his mouth to my neck.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice gentle and full of concern.
“Yeah. It just feels good,” I said. His mouth began to explore my skin and as he tasted me with his warm tongue, I continued. “Really good.”
“Let me make it feel even better?” he groaned.
His hands found their way up my shirts and he reached around to unhook my bra. I leaned forward to make it easier, and quickly he was helping me remove all my layers. He buried his face between my breasts and his hot breath nearly made me melt.
I struggled with the buttons on his shirt until each was freed. I found his waistband and untucked his top, moving my hands up his sides to feel his skin. He was softer than his rugged looks let on and his hard muscles contracted under my touch. The wine was making me feel dizzy and the effect of that mixed with his touch was electric. His mouth found one of my bare breasts and he twisted his tongue lightly around my nipple as he sucked gently. He was being so tender with me and I found myself getting lost in his affections.
“Hattie?” he said quietly as he released my breast to look up at me.
“Hmm?”
“Is it okay if I make love to you?”
I nodded approval and he sat back to take his shirt the rest of the way off. As his button-up fell off, it left him in an undershirt. I leaned forward and eagerly helped lift it above his head. His chest was sculpted and I ran a hand over one of his pecs. I could feel his eyes on me as I slowly explored the curves of his chest. His body was mesmerizing. I leaned forward and kissed him softly next to his left nipple. I heard him groan lightly, and took it
He took my free hand in his and led me to the couch, where we both sat. I situated myself sideways to face him and drew my feet up underneath myself.
“It was an airplane crash. My dad was a pilot. Small aircraft. They were flying up in Alaska for their anniversary and the plane went down. The mayday tapes mentioned engine trouble.”
“God, I’m so sorry.” I placed a hand on his thigh.
He took a drink of wine and hung his head. “They were good people, like my grandpa. They lived good lives. I’m glad for that.”
He set his hand on top of mine and we sat quietly while staring at the fire. The sun was setting in earnest.
“How’d you find out about the baby?” I asked, breaking the silence.
“I went over to the hospital to ask about her. There was a news crew there. I guess I just felt a need to check on the little one.”
“I was thinking,” I said after taking a drink of the wine. “If you would have gotten to the baby first, instead of me, maybe she would have lived.”
“You know who lives and who dies isn’t in our control, Hattie.”
I looked down at my lap and nodded. “But she was just a tiny baby. What am I in this world? Just some…nobody.”
“No, never say that. You’re so much more than you think.”
I finished my wine in one long drink, the warming sensation it left going down my throat a bit unnerving. Saul held his arms out to signal me closer, and I leaned over so that he could hold me. His arm around me was heavy and warm. I yawned, feeling the wine begin to weave its wicked little grip around me.
“Is it okay if I stay tonight?”
“More than okay. If it were up to me I might just keep you around for a long time.”
He moved a bit so that he could easily lean down to kiss me. His lips felt hot on mine and his kiss tasted of sweet wine.
“I’m sorry you had to hear about the baby like you did,” he breathed. “But even more than that, I’m sorry you’re hurting so much.”
Before I could respond his mouth found mine once again and he kissed me with passion. His hands gently slid my sweater down over my shoulders and as our kissing mutually deepened, I shrugged the sweater off. His hands were gentle in discovering my bare skin, as my layered tank tops did little to cover much of me. Not meaning to, I whimpered into him as he moved his mouth to my neck.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice gentle and full of concern.
“Yeah. It just feels good,” I said. His mouth began to explore my skin and as he tasted me with his warm tongue, I continued. “Really good.”
“Let me make it feel even better?” he groaned.
His hands found their way up my shirts and he reached around to unhook my bra. I leaned forward to make it easier, and quickly he was helping me remove all my layers. He buried his face between my breasts and his hot breath nearly made me melt.
I struggled with the buttons on his shirt until each was freed. I found his waistband and untucked his top, moving my hands up his sides to feel his skin. He was softer than his rugged looks let on and his hard muscles contracted under my touch. The wine was making me feel dizzy and the effect of that mixed with his touch was electric. His mouth found one of my bare breasts and he twisted his tongue lightly around my nipple as he sucked gently. He was being so tender with me and I found myself getting lost in his affections.
“Hattie?” he said quietly as he released my breast to look up at me.
“Hmm?”
“Is it okay if I make love to you?”
I nodded approval and he sat back to take his shirt the rest of the way off. As his button-up fell off, it left him in an undershirt. I leaned forward and eagerly helped lift it above his head. His chest was sculpted and I ran a hand over one of his pecs. I could feel his eyes on me as I slowly explored the curves of his chest. His body was mesmerizing. I leaned forward and kissed him softly next to his left nipple. I heard him groan lightly, and took it
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