Suddenly,
there she was. Her fingers wrapped in her skirt in anticipation.
He
breathed in relief, but was still unwilling to admit he cared
whether she had waited for him or not. He smiled and Sarah smiled
back when he rode up beside her. She seemed glad to see him.
He
sat in the saddle and stared. She shifted under his scrutiny.
He wanted to speak, but couldn't. He wanted to touch her, but
didn't dare. Silence enveloped them like a bubble.
The
leather in his saddle groaned when he dismounted to stand a foot
in front of her. Her chest rose and fell with each breath and
her blue eyes sparkled with hope. He could reach out and touch
her, if only he dared. He stepped toward her and his hand was
on her cheek.
She
stood rigid, but relaxed as his hand slid along her neck. Her
eyes closed and a sigh escaped her lips. She opened her eyes and
Ben saw hope flicker again. Could he give her what she so desperately
needed and wanted? A return to the way things had been? To the
feelings theyĠd shared of total trust and devotion? He pulled
away as those thoughts tumbled through his brain.
His
body betrayed him. He had to have her. HeĠd thought too long about
their reunion.
Without
words he led her to her quarters. He tethered his mount and entered
the cabin with Sarah close behind. The door closed and he turned
to face her. She opened her mouth to speak, but Ben silenced her
with a hungry, passionate kiss. He ravaged her mouth while Sarah
seemed helpless to deny him. With each stroke of his tongue, she
responded in kind, flaming his desires higher. His lips seared
a path along her neck and she sighed as his hands worked at the
buttons of her dress. She was limp in his arms. He grew impatient,
tore at the material to expose her creamy-white skin. Her chemise
fell away in pieces as lust shook him, his breathing akin to panting.
In a few quick motions he shed his own clothing and the two lay
on top of the tiny bed.
Her
fingers twined through his long, scraggly hair and she pulled
him closer. Her body melded to his. This was Sarah, he told himself.
His Sarah. The woman he had loved more than life itself
and she was his again. His mouth feasted on her breasts and neck
while his hands sought every inch of her body. His mind remembered
every touch and feel of her. He was on fire and only she could
extinguish the flames.