He was late.
Lia pulled the heavy curtain aside and traced patterns in
the drops of moisture that collected on the windowpanes. A severe storm raged
outside but it was nothing compared to the turmoil she felt deep inside.
Three weeks had passed since the last time she shared her
bed with Stefan but the memory of his touch, of his full lips trailing hot
kisses on her body were still fresh. She ached to feel his strong arms holding
her, to wrap her legs around his slim hips and take him deep inside. Lia
shuddered in anticipation.
Where was he? Had the storm prevented him from arriving? Had
he found another to warm his bed? He'd promise to return to her, to never leave
once he returned. Lia closed her eyes and inhaled. Thunder rattled the windows
and even through the thin veil of her eyelids, she knew lightning illuminated
the room.
When heavy knocks pounded at the door, Lia's eyes flew open. She quickly ran to the door, threw it open in haste and all thoughts of
him abandoning her were gone.
"Stefan…"
Her voice shook with desire and longing at the sight of him.
Even though his face was partially covered by the heavy rain soaked hood, she
could make out the strong line of his jaw, the days-old stubble, and the
intense desire in his liquid silver eyes.
Lia grabbed the cloak in her fists and pulled him to her. In
seconds she'd removed the drenched garment and pressed her body close to his.
They needed no words between them; their hungry kisses were enough for now.
~~~
Cross-Posted at Breathless Press Blog for Sunday Fun
Image: Atesh Salih, face of Georgio Armani for men
