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She slept like an angel. It wasn’t the first time he’d thought so, but it never failed to amaze him just how much. Her hair was a basket of ribbons spilled across his chest. Her hands, small and delicate, lay lightly curled next to her mouth. She breathed through her nose and made a soft exhaling sound through her mouth. She was perfectly molded into his side, the way she had been since they were children and he’d wake up with her draped across his stomach, her foot up near his nose. She hadn’t been nearly as graceful a sleeper then. He also didn’t pinch her feet to wake her up anymore.
Instead, he lightly kissed the riot of ringlets on the top of her head. His fingers glided over the curve of her shoulder, down her arm to her elbow. It took a little longer, but he enjoyed the morning ritual.
“Amalie?” he whispered into her temple.
“Five more minutes,” she grumbled, burrowing her face into the hollow of his throat.
Biting back his chuckle, Isaiah shifted his weight, slipping out from beneath her and lying on his side. Her whine had his lips twitching.
“What if your father goes to your room and finds it empty?”
She peeled one eye open, squinted at him. “He’ll come in here and force you to marry me in order to uphold my honor.”
He laughed. “First of all, he’d probably kill us both and secondly, he wouldn’t have to force me to do anything.” He kissed her gaping mouth. “Come on. Get up.”
Her giggles filled his ear when he nuzzled the spot beneath her the curve of her jaw. She squirmed, but he held her down, biting and nibbling on the smooth stretch of skin. Her squeals faded into soft moans that sent his blood skating with fire. Her fingers tangled in his hair. Her body arched into his, fitting every inch as though she were made specifically for him. His own hand traveled down to her hip. His intentions were to stop her, to restrain her before things went too far, but his hand came up against smooth flesh where her nightgown had bunched, exposing her leg from the hip down and his good intentions scattered.
“Amalie…” The plea in his voice was raw with desperation; one word from her, one flicker of doubt and it was over. He’d stop.
But her eyes were as dark as his hunger, her lips red from the being assaulted by her teeth. The pink in her cheeks darkened.
“I love you, Isaiah.” And that’s all it took. He came completely undone.
Airicka Phoenix is the author of TOUCHING SMOKE (Touch Book #1), TOUCHING ETERNITY (Touch 1.5), TORRID, a short story as part of the Whispered Beginnings: A Clever Fiction Anthology and WANTING & INTENTIONS, two stories as part of the Midnight Surrender Anthology. When she's not hammering away at the keyboard, she can be found banishing pirates or crawling through the attic looking for lost treasure with her kids. She loves baking, gardening and reading. She also likes to travel and take pictures of everything she comes across. When asked, Airicka describes herself as a sarcastic basket case that has an unhealthy addiction to chocolate, old movies and really bad jokes. She loves to laugh, make friends and write. If she could have one wish granted, it would be to spend one day as a fly-on-the-wall inside Stephen King's mind. If she could have two wishes granted, she would ask for a castle dedicated entirely to her overwhelming collection of books. Website: http://airickaphoenix.com/Author/?cat=10 Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/AirickaPhoenix (@AirickaPhoenix) Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/airicka.phoenix Facebook Author Page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Airicka-Phoenix/252135634831614?ref=hl Goodread: http://www.goodreads.com/AirickaPhoenix