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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.
Author Bio:
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
Happy Reading!
Kristina
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