SHADOWS OF THE NIGHT

“Would you hold me, Blane? I feel so safe in your arms.”

Blane knew the danger of their contact, yet he complied, embracing Shannon tightly and possessively. He wished once again that she hadn’t become involved in this dangerous war, but he was glad she was in his arms for the moment. He brushed kisses over her forehead, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, and her chin. His face caressed hers, his hands stroked her back and arms, and he inhaled her sweetness.

As if she had been a kitten, Shannon snuggled closer and silently encouraged more stroking with her reactions. Her fingertips teased over his shoulders and back. Then she closed her eyes and let her senses absorb the stirring sensations he was creating within her. As her head rolled to his pillow, their lips touched lightly.

Savoring the feel of her flesh, he moved his fingers over her face and down her neck to journey over her arm. His hand found hers and brought it to his lips. He kissed each finger, then her palm, then worked his way over her wrist and up her arm.

Their surroundings were forgotten. The war was forgotten. And forgotten, too, were any reasons they might have had to deny their blazing passion…