Excerpt from ENLIGHTENED LOVE available in print:
When Rick stood, Kerry thought he meant to lead her to the bedroom. Instead, he
said, “Wait,” and left the room. He returned shortly, with a rolled up mat. Taking her
hand, he led her near the large bay windows. They were covered in sheer drapes that let
the moonlight flow in and created a circle of light on the floor. He unrolled the mat and
said, “Kneel on it.”
“Please, sit on your knees.”
For a moment, Kerry flashed back to a time Jason had forced her to have sex. He’d
kept his hands around her neck until he’d climaxed. She, on the other hand, hadn’t even
been the slightest bit wet. She’d lain in bed in a fetal position, eyes wide-open, for the
rest of the night.
Kerry met Rick’s gentle eyes. This was not Jason and she sensed that he could never
be like Jason, so she obeyed, curious to find that she trusted him. Wanted him.
Rick stepped behind her and lowered himself to his knees. She felt his breath on her
neck as he touched her shoulders with his hands, gently drawing the robe open. His hands
slid along her neck. Her pulse throbbed against his fingers, which traced her jaw, her
cheeks, combed through her hair. His hands slipped past her collarbone down her chest.
His fingers stopped on the curve just above her taut nipples.
She waited breathlessly for his touch. She grew wet between her legs as he pressed
his body to her back, letting her feel his erection still encased in snug jeans. Holding his
fingers just above her nipples, he lowered his lips to her nape and brushed her skin. Kerry
hummed encouragingly. She leaned back and he responded by melding his body to hers.
His breathing sounded ragged.
“Oh, Lord,” he whispered, finally sliding his fingers along the peaks of her nipples.
His fingers circled slowly, then pressed, then pinched.
Kerry moaned. His thumb and forefinger gently twisted each nipple first one way
then the other. He nibbled her ear lobe, then tasted the skin between her shoulders. The
robe slid lower. He cupped her breasts, then slid his hands over her stomach.
“Inela,” he said. He gasped and froze for a moment, and Kerry thought he was going
to stop. What was the word he had said? An Indian endearment perhaps? But then his
fingers combed through the triangle of hair at her mons and lower where he found her
wetness, and thought fled.
She wanted to reach around and undo his clothes, to feel his skin against her, the
swollen length of his shaft caressing her spine. And, yet, the soft cotton shirt and rough
denim against her back was somehow erotic too. She heard him take a deep breath and
slowly exhale as his fingers explored the damp folds of flesh between her legs.
Kerry couldn’t believe she was letting him do this, but, God, it felt good.
“Rick,” she said as his hand cupped her completely. He let his fingers explore,
sometimes fumbling, sometimes finding just the right spot.
Without turning around, Kerry said, “Let me undress you.”
Rick inhaled deeply and his hot breath fanned along her sensitive skin. “Tell me
what you like. What am I doing right?” He let one hand return to tease her nipples while
his other hand rocked, fingered, fondled, pushed her to the brink of ecstasy.
“I like it all.” She slid her fingers over his and directed them to the perfect spot. A
low keening sound escaped her throat. Before she knew what was happening, her body
arched against his and she lost herself in sensation as a bone liquefying orgasm rippled
She’d never come so fast and completely before in her life. Rick’s strong arms
supported her against his chest as she went limp. She felt like crying, just to complete the
release. Rick cradled her against him. No insults, no recriminations, he seemed happy just
to hold her. Perhaps just an illusion brought on by her sexual satisfaction, but she refused
to let her rational mind click in—for now at least.
Available in print.