Window on Yesterday by Joan Hohl Page B

you,” she whispered, brushing her parted lips over his. “I want to feel you inside me.”
    Sean went still for a moment, seeming not even to breathe.  Bending he swept her into his arms and carried her to her bedroom. His mouth captured hers as he set her feet on the floor by the bed. His mouth was hot, his tongue bold in a passionate and searing kiss. Alycia reveled in his heat. She engaged his tongue with her own, parting her lips to allow the kiss to deepen even further.
    Slowly, between fervent kisses, they undressed each other with trembling fingers, pausing to stroke and caress each newly exposed portion of skin. In a reverent tone, Sean praised the silkiness of Alycia’s body. She, in turn, murmured in wonder over the hard, exciting strength of his.
    There were no hurried, frantic movements. The sense of urgency whipping through them was refined when they drew together as a single fluid unit. Alycia and Sean sank to the bed. As they lay down and faced each other, he frowned.
    “I have a gift for you,” he said as he reached out one palm to touch the fullness of her breast.
    “I know.” Alycia smiled, and quivered from the sensations generated throughout her body by his long, stroking fingers.
    Though Sean flashed a wicked grin, he shook his head. “No.” He paused, his grin widening. “Well, yes, but that isn’t what I meant. I had a case when I came in. I laid it on the table while you were arranging the flowers.” He laughed softly, a low, excitingly sensuous laugh. “I forgot it in the—umm—heat of the moment.” One russet eyebrow peaked. “Shall I get it for you?”
    “Would you have to get up?” she asked ingenuously, gliding her palm over the taut smoothness of his hip.
    Sean’s laughter deepened even as he shuddered responsively to her touch. “Of course.”
    “It’ll keep,” she murmured, clasping his face with her free hand to draw his mouth to hers. “I won’t.”
    Sean’s laughter ceased abruptly, to be replaced by a groan of appreciation as Alycia teased his lips with the tip of her tongue. He brought his right hand up to tangle his fingers in her hair, angling her head for his crushing mouth, and slid his left hand down in imitation of hers, caressing her gently rounded hip as he drew her closer to his heated body.
    The articulation of words was lost to the more ancient language of murmurs and sighs and moans of exquisite delight.
    Sean didn’t rush her. Taking his time, he deliberately drove her to the edge of madness with his broad hands and his boldly flicking tongue. And while he fanned the coiling flames of tension ever higher inside Alycia, she stroked and caressed and kissed his body into shivering readiness.
    Alycia was the first to break. Gasping for breath, she grasped his hips, urging him into the intimacy of a lovers’ embrace. Slipping free of her hold, Sean moved away from her, murmuring soothingly at her whimpered cry of protest.
    “It’s all right, love, I’m here.”
    A moment later, Alycia trembled with the thrill of his muscled flanks gliding along the silkiness of her inner thighs and his palms sliding up her legs to slip beneath her, lifting her into the impact of his body as it became one with hers.
    It had been so long since Alycia’s body had sheathed the fullness of a man that though she bit her lip, a cry of shock escaped her throat. Sean immediately became still, allowing her body to adjust to his. His hand moved to her hip, then down her thigh, stroking her, gentling her, easing the tension from her contracting muscles.
    “Did I hurt you?” Sean’s voice was taut with concern. “I’m sorry. I should have been more careful.” His palm skimmed her calf; then his fingers curled around her ankle. “Damn!” he whispered as he glided his hand back up the satiny length of her leg. “Oh, love, the last thing I ever want to do is hurt you.”
    “I know.” Reaching down, she reciprocated his stroking caresses by running her palm over his hard