Excerpt - Without Regret My Love by Melissa Blue

Excerpt:

They stood so close she could feel the heat resonating from his body, and tingles danced across her skin as he kissed the delicate skin at the corner of her mouth. Her lips felt warm, ready. “It’s true,” she whispered, closing her eyes as he kissed the other corner of her mouth. “There are times when I feel completely overwhelmed by life. I need a place like this.” She tilted her neck as he pressed his lips down the gentle slope of her throat. His fingers lightly ran up and down her spine until she shivered. “Thank you for sharing your special place with me.”

Lifting her into his arms, Craig gazed into the ebony pools of her eyes. “There is so much more I want to share with you,” he said. “You feel so good in my arms. No, you feel...perfect.”

To his delight, she breathed, “Kiss me,” and twined her fingers through his hair.

He did, keeping his touch soft, tender, inviting.

He felt her tremble.

Cradling her against him, he settled her back into the soft bed of tall grass, pressing his mouth more insistently against hers. Her lips were made of the most pliable velvet, and he drank in the sweetness of them. Her hair was smoother than silk and it tickled his face. Her skin was pale like fresh cream and he caressed it. Her eyes, oh those eyes, like warm liquid pools of the nighttime sky, they could pull him into oblivion if he wasn’t careful. He didn’t want to becareful. He just wanted Marissa…

Excerpt - Without Regret My Love by Melissa Blue

For a long moment Craig just stared at her with a questioning gaze, finally he said, "Are you ready to get out of here?"

"Yes. I feel as though my arms are going to fall off, they're so sore from all the scrubbing I've done this week." Gesturing to the window, she said, "When did it get dark out? I didn't even notice."

"About forty-five minutes ago," Craig replied. "Which gives me an idea, my dear, how do you feel about star gazing?"

My dear?

How many times had she heard those two little words spoken? She'd never thought of herself as a `my dear' as any man's dear for that matter, but coming from his lips…

Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed her hand and pulled her through the front door of the hospital. As she stepped into the starry night, the toe of her shoe caught the bottom step and she cried out, twisting precariously off balance. Instantly, Craig turned, wrapping strong arms about her waist and half lifted her against him. Marissa swallowed hard as she landed mere inches from his smiling visage. Her arms settled about his neck, and the length of her body crushed against his deliciously hardened frame.

"Well, aren't you accident prone?" Craig teased, tilting his head slightly.

"I've always been a little clumsy," she murmured a little too breathlessly.

"Not that I'm complaining. I'll take whatever excuse I can get to hold you this way." He half turned, lifting her off the last step and setting her feet gently to the ground without releasing her.

Heart thundering in her chest so hard she was fairly certain he could feel it resonating through her body and into his, she said, "I wonder how your Miss Jamison would feel about your holding me this way."


~Melissa Blue~
Coming June, 2009: Without Regret My Love
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