“Then let’s get you to bed,” he said in a soft whisper. “I have very special plans for us for tomorrow and you’re going to need all the sleep you can get.” He leaned into her and kissed her briefly before walking with her through the parlor and down the hall. He stopped outside the door to the master bedroom and looked down at her again, a strange twinkle in his eyes that caused her stomach to lurch unexpectedly.“Here, or one of the other rooms?” he asked her, and she immediately understood. She bit her lower lip as she reached for the handle to the door and pushed it open. She couldn’t keep the smile from her lips when she saw the expression cross his face. He looked shocked, exhilarated and thrilled, and without a second thought, she was lifted into his strong arms and carried across the threshold. As he kicked the door shut, she felt her heart start a wild tango with her breathing, his lips finding hers, and in an instant, they were falling slowly to the cool covers of the large
His tongue drew warm, moist circles across her skin, his hands pushing her breasts together tightly, yet gently. She moaned and moved her arms above her head, allowing him full access to her quivering body.Sandra closed her eyes and fell into a pool of sensation. She had never felt anything as incredible as his touch on her bare skin, then a cool breeze blew across her. He had found the front opening of her bra and unfastened it, pushing the thin material aside.“Never wear any other type of bra,” he told her with an appreciative grin, his lips grazing the delicate skin, tracing her areola with the tip of his tongue, nipping and sucking her erect nipple. The sensation was extraordinary, the heat and passion burned into her flesh, his tongue branding her with searing kisses. She heard the deep rumble of his moan, feeling the vibration against her tender flesh as her back arched, her breast pressing deeper into his mouth. His tongue lavishly bathed her, and she was transported to anot
“Not even in the hayloft?” she asked shyly. “Not even in a million haylofts,” he assured her. “I will never allow anyone to take my gift from me,” he told her possessively and she blushed watching his expression devour her. With excruciating slowness, he caressed the length of her inner thighs with his thumbs, making her moan again. She closed her eyes and sank further into the mattress, her delicate skin alive with his touch. Her stomach clenched, the apex of her desire quivered when his fingers slowly touched and caressed her through her thin panties. Sandra moaned breathlessly, her hips rising slightly from the comfort of the bed. Creighton chuckled softly, his tone deep and husky and she could feel his warm breath against her knee as he lifted her legs higher, resting her feet on his thighs. His hand continued to caress her exposed flesh, until she opened her eyes and looked down, watching him kiss and taste the soft skin of her ankle with his tongue. He raised her leg in the
How could she possibly handle more? But then that word brought with it a new stirring of her imagination. She moved slightly so she could look into his dark eyes and saw the need shining in their depths. Sandra smiled shyly and realized his long fingers were still inside her. The deep desire in his eyes grew more urgent, his gaze holding her prisoner. His fingers moved slowly in and out of her, his thumb caressing the spot that he had been suckling a few moments before. A knowing smile twitched his lips and she couldn’t believe she was feeling it again, so soon, but her stomach began to clench, and she blushed as he watched her. He looked at her with raised eyebrows, silently wanting an answer to his question. She nodded and blushed as he kissed her forehead, her temple, across to her ear, and down her neck.And so, it begins again, she thought, closing her eyes and resting her head back against the mattress. Everything she had just felt was waking again, and her breath was becoming a
A few moments passed before they collapsed into each other, panting for air, their hearts pounding a wild rhythm against each other. Sandra drew a deep breath, trying to steady herself, listening to the soft rumble of the man’s chuckle as he rolled off her, stretching out beside her. She opened her eyes to see him staring down at her with a gentle smile and blushed.“Thank you,” he whispered kissing the tip of her nose. She frowned staring at him when he winked. “My present was definitely worth opening early.” She blushed, and he pulled her into a warm embrace. “You do realize, you’ve totally ruined my plans for tomorrow.”“How?” she asked and looked into his relaxed expression.“I was planning on taking the yacht out to the middle of the Mediterranean Sea, and spending the entire day making love to you.” She smiled again, snuggling her head closer to his moist chest.“So, what’s stopping you?”“I wanted your first time to be memorable,” he chastised her. “But you were far too eager.
She went into the bathroom with the intent to brush her hair, but before she could find a comb or brush, she heard her phone ringing from somewhere in the bedroom. Sandra went in search of it, recognizing Cathy’s personal ring. Creighton must have brought her purse in from the deck and she found her phone along with it on his dresser.“Sandy, you didn’t call me yesterday. How did your date go?” Sandra giggled at the excited tone in her sister’s voice.“It was amazing, Cathy, and I have a ton of pictures to show you.”“What happened? Tell me everything.” Sandra blushed. She had no intention of telling her everything.“Well, we had supper on Creighton’s yacht,” she told her and smiled again as her sister gasped on the other end of the phone. “And yesterday, we went parasailing, and water-skiing, and we went to the Matisse Museum in Nice. It has been the most amazing twenty-four hours of my life.”“That sounds great, but parasailing? Water-skiing? Okay, who are you and what did you do wi
The ball was in her court as her grandfather was so fond of saying. As he reached for his coffee cup, a strange sensation came over her, and she slid the hem of her shirt up her thigh, and tucked it between her legs, exposing her bare hip. Sandra slid her hand over her outer thighs and lifted the material up around her hips, exposing her bare bottom. Creighton caught her movement out of the corner of his eye and stopped immediately, his coffee cup perched to his open mouth. A moment later he was jumping from his seat, hot coffee soaking into his shirt and spilling onto his lap.Sandra looked at him and blinked innocently as he wiped at the moisture with the cloth napkin, cursing violently. He looked up at her, anger etching his features, but she chose to ignore it and continued to stare at him innocently. Moments passed as they stared silently at each other over the space of the deck. She found it near impossible to contain her flittering heartbeat but managed to remain calm. The game
The bedroom door opened, and Sandra stopped short at the sight. The room had been organized and put back together. Clean white sheets replaced the bloody ones from the night before, twelve varied sizes of pillows set fluffed against the headboard and the blanket and bedspread were neatly folded back, covering the lower half of the mattress. Her clothes had been folded and placed on the top of the dresser and on the corner of the bed, just as Creighton had said, was a small thin white box with a dark blue ribbon. She opened it to find a layer of emerald green tissue paper. Moving it aside, she found a small black camisole top, and tiny matching panties. They were very soft, satin or silk she thought, trimmed in delicate black lace. They looked paper thin and she held them up to the light from the window, gasping when she saw how see-through they really were. It would be like wearing nothing at all and she smiled. That was obviously his reasoning in wanting her to wear them. Perverted m
Sandra hung up the phone with a slam, then glanced to her grandparents who were sitting at the kitchen table. She was starting to get angry with all the rejections and dead-end avenues. She called Davies and told him she wanted him to get the plane ready to go to France, only to be told the police had restricted his flying. They were concerned that whomever it was that had killed her husband would try and sabotage the jet.She was getting frustrated and felt like she was being held back. If she didn’t know better, she would think she was being placed under lockdown. She could understand the police’s concern, but she had more men around her then they had at Fort Knox, and she would be willing to take all of them with her if she needed to.“I can’t leave the house, I can’t go to France, I can’t even gather eggs,” she grumbled as she joined the older couple. “What am I supposed to do? I can’t sit here and wait until doomsday to find out what happened to my husband.”“Honey, you’re going
The room was warm as the setting sun shone through the blinds. Two detectives sat on the sofa, watching as the man continued to pace the floor. Trying to keep him calm was growing increasingly harder with each hour.Creighton could only assume the horror his family was going through, not to mention Sandra. They had been having difficulties, but this made all of that seem trivial. He had to call her, he had to contact her somehow and let her know he was alive, but the police were refusing to allow him the chance. They had to keep him concealed for the time being, though it was steadily becoming impossible. The man was acting like a caged animal, anxiously trying to find a means of escape.“How much longer do we have to sit here?” he growled, looking to those gathered around.“We need you to remain patient for a little longer,” a bald-headed man told him. “Monsieur Ashford, we understand what you’re going through…”“Like hell you do,” Creighton snapped. “I have a pregnant wife at home w
“I know she’ll be happy when it’s over,” Emma said, returning to the room, her eyes red from the tears she’d been wiping away. “She can’t let Brandon go to school, and she has to keep the children inside instead of letting them go out to play.”“I’m sure they are going stir crazy,” Cathy said with a frown. “Especially Grace. That little girl is used to having the freedom of the farm to run and play.”“The only good thing is the weather,” William told them. “It’s been really wet, and she doesn’t like getting her dresses dirty.”“Sounds like her aunt,” Andrew said with a soft chuckle.“Maybe we should take this meeting over to my sister’s,” Cathy suggested with a sideways grin.“Let me call Derek and Kristin,” William said, standing and walking to the phone on the wall. “They wanted to know what you found out.”“Just have them meet us at Sandra’s,” Andrew told him. “We can discuss this all there.”“I thought Sabrina and Irena would be here,” Cathy said, looking at Emma who was wrapping
Parker and Harvey held off the reporters for as long as they could alone, then eventually had to call NHT’s security. Within a few short hours, there were enough burly looking men to scare off anyone trying to get near the house. Sandra kept her children inside, though it really wasn’t difficult. The rain had eased by supper, but just like the past several days, it picked up again this morning.Max growled as he laid of the entry. The noise of cameras clicking, and the soft hum of voices mingled among the breezes of the day. She had tried to watch television, but every station was reporting on the accident. Eventually, she had no choice but to surrender and put on Grace’s favorite princess movie. At least it kept them from listening to those who insisted that there was no hope in finding any answers this soon.Sandra drew a deep breath as she wiped the moisture from her forehead. She had decided to keep herself busy and baked two apple pies, along with nearly a hundred sugar cookies.
“No, it’s about assuming you knew what I would want. You did this, claiming it was for us when it was for you. You can’t stand the idea that your little sister has something you never would. It was bad enough when I felt like I was competing with Creighton for your attention, but now I’m watching you compete with Sandra for the mother of the year award.”“Stop comparing me to Sandra!” Cathy screamed. “It’s not my fault she’s perfect. She’s always been everyone’s favorite. I can’t tell you how many boyfriends I’ve dumped after I found out they were using me to get close to her. I didn’t want Creighton, but after he chose her over me, it made me angry. I was competing with her again, and she was too stupid to realize it. He chose that simple, no makeup, no fuss girl over me. She shares his bed, when I’m a better lover then she would ever be. She has his money, his admiration, your parents’ admiration, even my grandparents enjoy spending time with her over me. She even has a perfect body
“Maybe Michelle heard from him,” the boy said hopefully.“I haven’t spoken with her, but I want to call in the morning. She may know something more than the police do.”The two were silent for a long time as they considered their own thoughts, until Sandra realized the tea was gone. She looked to Brandon who looked like he was finally able to fall asleep, then stood and took the cups to the sink.“Come on, son,” she told him, wrapping her arm around his shoulders. “Let’s see if we can get some sleep.”“Mum, can I come sleep with you?” Brandon asked once they reached the second floor of their house.Sandra smiled and hugged the boy, nodding as he looked up to her.“You can sleep on your daddy’s side,” she told him. “Just don’t tell him I let you in our bed. He may get jealous.”Brandon smiled as he walked with her into the bedroom. Sandra helped him between the covers and tucked him in, then left to check on Grace. The house was silent and soft snores of her little girl could be heard
Sandra paced her bedroom trying to stop her mind from racing through the events of the day. Derek had come home after his mother called him, insisting on picking up Brandon from school. Sabrina called to say the reporters were going crazy with the news of the Tornado’s fire and that she and Giovanni would be home as soon as they could get there.Irena spoke with her parents and insisted on calling in a prescription for Sandra’s nerves, though she refused to use it. She needed to stay alert and concentrate in order to determine what was going on. The last thing she needed was to surrender to the effects of a drug.After speaking with Andrew, William informed the rest of the family about Cathy’s surgery, though he wouldn’t go into detail. He assured them he would check into the reports from his end and stay abreast of the investigation. Once Cathy felt like traveling, they would drive out to Yorkshire to be with the family.Nana tried to get Sandra to let her stay overnight, but she was
Sandra opened her eyes and looked around. She was in her bedroom, yet she couldn’t remember laying down. The house was silent and the soft pattering of rain outside reminded her that the dog had made a muddy mess of the entry. Then she remembered her grandfather and William coming over, and slowly began to piece together the last thing she remembered.There had been an accident on the Tornado and three bodies were found. She knew in her heart it wasn’t Creighton. She couldn’t even begin to guess who would have been on their ship, or how it ended up at sea, but she knew her husband wasn’t the one killed. Now all she had to do, was convince the others into believing her.Sandra stepped down the stairs to hear Grace talking to her great-grandfather, the dog running from one room to another as he chased his rope and the smells of food drifting out of the kitchen. She stepped into the living room and saw Papa sitting beside Grace, one of her own books open in front of him as he listened to
Sandra stared at the two men for a long moment as their words began to sink in. When she spoke with her husband earlier that morning, he was still at the hotel. He didn’t mention having plans of returning to the yacht. Why would he go back there when he told her he was packing to come home?Then she thought about the bodies found. One was female. Who was it? Did Creighton lie to her about not being involved with Garcon’s assistant? Had he gone there to meet with her, perhaps a final rendezvous before coming home to his family?“Did you hear what we said?” Papa asked her.“It’s impossible,” she began, her anger taking over her words. Sandra looked down at Grace who was trying to wipe the muddy water from her little dress. She hadn’t understood what her grandparents were saying. All she cared about was her soiled outfit.“Sweetheart, go upstairs and find a clean dress,” Sandra told the little girl. “Put that one in the hamper and warsh your hands. We’ll make lunch when you’ve finished.