Chapter Eighteen
Gone were all the promises they had made to each other about abstinence, about waiting until they were sure of their relationship. Charles had rescued Kathy, saved her life. Forget that it was due to him that her life had been in danger in the first place. He was her hero and the man in whose arms she had always wanted to be. It no longer mattered that she was all wet, wrapped in the most unglamorous robe or even that she had a thousand flaws in her mature body. She wanted him every bit as much as was his desire for her.
Katherine reached out her arms to the tall man standing close. "I don't care what I said, what we agreed to, I just want your arms around me."
"Are you sure? I want you too, but not so much I would chance it on losing you forever."
"Are you getting cold feet?" Kathy asked knowing full well, if something didn't happen soon, she would be the one to get the "cold feet."
"No, not really," Charles pulled the damp towel off her auburn hair and threw it on the floor. Taking her hand, he pulled her gently toward the waiting bed. With a swift move, the covers were down and Kathy was nudged onto the fresh sheets with Charles poised slightly above her, instantly removing his own robe. Her hazel eyes were green with envy at the perfect form that lay so close within reach. Why did he have to be so flawless? When he saw her....
As if knowing how she might feel, Charles pulled the sheet up over their bodies before helping her to do away with her own robe. "Kathy, love, it's been so long, forever it seems."
He bent down to her eager lips and stirred up every emotion that had been dormant for so many years. Parts of her body that she had even forgotten existed began to tingle as if just coming alive. As in the dream, his large hands began a gentle exploration of her form. "Mmmm., her lips moaned.
Nothing mattered now except that she was in his arms and they were making love. The years were swept aside with their inhibitions. His hands and lips concentrated on her full breasts creating a desire in her like she had only recalled from so many years past. A fire was raging within for him to forget everything and just take her completely. Her hands grasped his shoulders touching what felt like a scar. Later, she thought as she arched her body to meet his. It was every bit as fantastic as the dream and more.
For the first time in years, Katherine again knew what it was like to know total satisfaction. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she felt him collapse with his own fulfillment. Only once in a life, if one is fortunate, can a person know such joy, she thought as she turned to nestle in his waiting arms.
"My love, I am so sorry. I wanted this to last forever, but it's been so long."
"For me too," Kathy nuzzled up against his chest. "But that doesn't mean we can't take our time the next time or the next."
"Katherine, my sweet princess, any time, but you do know I am not a young man any longer."
"You can't prove that by me. You were..are wonderful."
Suddenly, the phone rang. "Oh no," Katherine spoke. "This can't be just another dream. It was too real, too wonderful."
Charles rolled over and picked up the phone. Kathy noted that there was a rather recent scar running across the shoulder and down the back. So. Mr. Perfect wasn't so body perfect anyway. Katherine smiled.
“Okay, okay, it can wait a little while longer.”
“It’s okay, Charles. You can go now.”
“Let me call you right back.” Without waiting for an answer, he hung up the phone. “So now that you’ve used me, I can go?”
“No, not like that. I just thought I would get into something half way decent and arrange for our wedding today as you requested.”
“You look more than half way decent to me.”
“I’m not wearing anything.”
“You got the idea.”
“Okay, still you get this over with and I will arrange everything unless you’ve changed your mind.”
“No, never. Now that I have found you, I will never let you go.”
After the wedding, Kathy had arranged they spend their honeymoon in the cave man suite. Hopefully, he would have gained back his strength and behave like a true cave man. Katherine planned to tell him that she would stay with him and help him in his business. It was no longer important to live a quiet sedentary life. A little excitement coupled with a lot of accomplishments would be the right life for them. All that was truly important was that they would be together for the rest of their lives.
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About the Author
I, Ann Domela, was born with a pen in hand, or so I believe. I can never recall a day when there wasn’t that dream to be a published author. Even as a child, I recall collecting and filing drawers full of information. I began my writing life by sending in newspaper article about a club in which I was interested. One very wonderful newspaper reporter came by the club event and asked to speak to me. He not only praised my work, but suggested I go on to write for magazines and offered some suggestions on how. I kept writing and the magazines kept publishing.
In my later years, when I retired from work and raising my family of six great children (aren’t they all?), it was suggested I write a book. So I did. After it was published, I went on to write four more books.
When a friend asked me to speak at a local writer’s club, I was treated so well that I decided to go a step further and speak at other groups of people who wanted to learn how to open that door of becoming a published writer. Since my husband and I travel the country and stay in rv parks, I offered to speak at their recreation centers. In addition, I made up cd’s with as much information as I could get on the cd. I love writing and I love sharing the help I can give.
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